***New Sketchey story! HOORAY! Lemme make it even more interesting this time, and try out the prompts I've been wanting to do for some time.
Davey's POV
Sketch chews on 'er lowa lip as Jasper an Ella walk off ta go get married. She's clearly thinkin 'bout something ta do ta stop 'em but nothing seems ta come ta 'er mind, 'cause she toins ta me's, an gives me's a 'alf grin.
"Makes me's think o' us when we'se were that age, 'specially me boithday when you'se kissed me's afta getting me's that ribbon I'se still wear. It was real sweet o' you'se, an gawd we'se were so in love then, an now…look at us! Married an with two kids already., still in love but its been kept ta a certain degree 'cause I'se don't want one kid afta anotha... so fast an-"
"Maybe tanight we'se should jus.. you know… be's like we'se used ta be's, go ta da pub, go ta da park, an make good use o' Jasper an Ella's bush while they'se is 'way. Tanight should be's 'bout us, an what we'se 'ave, an what we'se will always 'ave. Love." Sketch grins at me's, an we'se set out towards da pub so we'se can celebrate what we'se got.
Sketch's POV
Davey takes da last gulp outta da beer mug, an grins sloppily. "One more should *hic* do it..," Davey slurs, an grins sloppily at me's. He's really 'andsome right now, an a lil' fuzzy. I'se take anotha sip o' me scotch, an giggle. It's been a while since I'se 'ave gotten drunk, no wait, its da foist time I'se 'as gotten drunk, an I'se like 'ow warm an' fuzzy I'se feel. He signals da waita, an orders us both anotha drink. Da waita retoins shortly, and we'se down da drinks quickly, an Davey burps. I'se giggle a bit more, an pay da bill an we'se walk out 'and in 'and ta da park. Da church bells sound midnight as we'se walk towards our tree, an Jasper an Ella's bush. Grinnin Davey toins ta me's. He picks me's up bridal style, an as he kisses me's, he puts me's in our tree, and climbs up next ta me's. "Good thing nobody's gonna be's out tanight, 'cause we'se would neva 'ear da end o' it 'specially if Race caught us," Davey says, fiddling with me 'air. "I'se know," I'se say, kissin 'is cheek, "that's what makes it all da more fun, with da possibility o' us getting caught loomin ova our 'eads, it makes it all da more fun." Davey grins, an that's da last thing I'se memba.
Davey's POV
"Oliver, when you'se is olda you'se are gonna find a goil you'se will really like, an' you'se is gonna wanna do things with 'er," Maggie says ta me's as she's makin me's breakfast. "What do ya mean Maggie?" I'se ask as she places one o' 'er signature waffles on a plate. "I'se mean when you'se is olda, you'se is gonna find a goil, an then you'se two will do somethin, an nine months lata, you'se will 'ave a family." I'se sigh, "what do you'se mean by something? What can I'se possibly do ta make a goil preg'ant Maggie? You'se is talkin crazy talk, maybe you'se need ta go lie down…" "Oliver, I'se mean that when you'se is olda, that something is called-"
I'se wake up with a slight sob at da sight o' Maggie so clearly in me dream. I'se miss 'er, but that was jus a mem'ry o' when she told me's what would 'appen when I'se met a goil I'se REALLY liked. It was a week 'fore she died too. There's a reason I begin ta tear up when I make, see, or eat waffles, an this is on o' da reasons why. As me 'ead clears I'se smell 'oneysuckle, an look 'round me's. I'se is in a 'oneysuckle bush, an Sketch is next ta me's on me right. I'se look down at 'er, an then at me's. We'se is bare, an in a bush, in Central Park. I'se also 'ave a rip roarin 'eadache. Sketch toins ova, an opens an eye lazily, an giggles. "why does it smell so good Davey.. he he he, it smells like honeysuckles, an why is it so bright? Hehehehe… do you feel the draft too? I 'ear da boids… it jus smells so good out right now, it feels like we'se is outside.." "That's because we'se is outside Sketch," I'se say, a blush creepin up me face jus lookin at 'er, luckily 'er 'airs long 'nuff to cova most everything. Sketch opens both of 'er eyes now, an boi is they'se wide. "W-w-we'se is o-outside l-like right now?! In Central Park? In DAYLIGHT?! OH ME GAWD!" Sketch screams, an looks at me's, very much so 'fraid. I'se look at 'er panicked face, an know what I'se must do no matta what da cost it is on me dignity. I'se must go get our clothes, outta da tree.