Green Card (ai)

cinco

A/N: total filler i apologize

I twirled my pencil around in my hair accidentally getting it stuck for a solid 30 seconds. My finance professor was handing back assignments and explaining to us how grades would be broken down but I wasn’t paying attention. I was thinking about what Ashton had asked me to do yesterday. Yeah, you probably guessed it, he asked me to marry him. I felt bad for him but I couldn’t marry him, no matter what. Even though he was tall and tan and muscular and had the cutest dimples and curly hair and liked poetry and rock music… Nope couldn’t marry him I had my own things to deal with.

Last Night

“She only found one thing; I have to marry a US citizen.” He looked down at the floor and sighed. “I literally know zero women that would be willing to marry me.”

“I doubt that,” I told him. “No offense, but you’re hot and a nice person.”

He laughed. “I’m being deported in two weeks, how could I find a girl to fall in love with me that fast? It’s impossible.”

“Maybe you could explain your situation and put an ad on craigslist,” I joked.

“Wanted: a preferably young, female to marry within the next two weeks, will pay you the whole $20 in my bank account,” he giggled as he said this and so did I.

He suddenly stopped laughing and looked at me. “Lucilla…”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna say!”

“You were gonna ask me to marry you, sorry not happening.”

“It’d only be for a year or so then we could split up without raising any eyebrows! And you could drive my car and we’d get tax benefits and stuff-“

“You’re fucking crazy, Ash I can’t get married! I change my mind about shit with the blow of the damn wind!”

“Please, you don’t even realize how thankful I would be I’d do anything you wanted, please.”

I couldn’t even begin to process being married. First of all, I barely knew him. I literally met him 3 nights ago, and second of all I didn’t want to be married. I didn’t love him and what if I met someone after we’d been married? I couldn’t tell the guy I was only married to Ashton for legal reasons and even if I did and he understood I couldn’t leave Ashton. And I did like him, so would that mean we were gonna try to actually be together? And we’d have to move in together so would he move in here or would I move into his place? It was too much to think about.

So basically we yelled back and forth for a few minutes, I apologized, so did he, Luke and Calum slept through it all, and then I left. He called me a few minutes after I got home and we talked for hours. At first it was awkward because we’d just fought and we were apologizing to each other.

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t pissed at me.”

“I’m not.”  And then the conversation just flowed from there. It didn’t get weird again until he said he had to hang up so he could drive home.

“I stayed at Luke’s til 10 just so I could stay on the line with you. I should probably get home now.”

“Aw, aren’t you sweet. Well go home, get some rest, give yourself a foot rub or something.”

He chuckled softly and hung up. I smiled to myself as I got ready for bed.

“Lucilla? Are you listening?” Mr. Spencer brought me from my mental-reminiscing of last night.

“Um, yes sir.”