Wha?! What the heck is this?! Is this... Dare I say it... A new story?! Why, yes. Yes it is. :)
So, this is the new story I was talking about! Random Pairings! :D This whole story will be one-shots about random pairings!
If you didn't read my Natara's Song authors note then here is an explanation.
So, I was on Tumblr a few months ago and I saw where someone in the CoD fandom asked people if they would request an idea for crackfic, impossible pairings, etc. I laughed as I imagined some of CoD's impossible pairings, but I got to thinking... I realized that it would be a cool idea and that I really wanted to try it. So I began to have ideas and so on and so forth. So, here it is.
Okay, I know, I know. "Girl! You haven't uploaded in over a month!" But I have a lot of excuses for that. It's summer and I'm busy. This is probably one of the busiest summers I've ever had. Soooo, let's take a walk down memory lane to see why I haven't been uploading, shall we? We shall.
1. I got my boot off. NO MORE CRUTCHES, HALLELUJAH! My leg is now completely healed.
2. I've had cheer practice every Monday and Tuesday. I also had cheer camp for a whole week.
3. I've been going places. Like, almost every day.
4. ...My dog died. :( That was a very bad week for me. Let's relive it...
So, it's Saturday, June 1st. I wake up at 7, because I have dance rehearsal at 9:30. (I have a dance recital that night.) My dog has been missing for a day. I just kind of shrug it off because he and my other dog like to go explore sometimes. So, I think he's coming back, like that night.
After dance rehearsal, I sit at home and do whatever. Then I go to my dance recital. After my dance recital, my mom rushes up to me and tells me that we have to leave to go to the hospital immediately because my grandfather is sick and throwing up blood.
Soooo, we go to the hospital. Keep in mind that I'm still in my dance clothes so I have a short skirt on, a one-sleeved shirt, fishnet stockings, and high heels on. Basically, I look like a hooker. And I'm getting these weird stares from everyone.
We leave the hospital around 3 in the morning. Get home at 5 AM. Go to sleep. Wake up and go back to the hospital.
So it's around 2 PM, Sunday. My dad gets a call from our neighbor. He tells my dad that he thinks he's found my dog, Clyde...Dead outside of his house.
We rush home. I don't dare go see if it's him because I honestly didn't want my last memory of my dog to be... well, dead. My dad goes to check and see if the black dog that they found is actually Clyde and it is. He thought that Clyde was walking and got bitten by a snake. He was trying to come back to the house, but fell out and... Well, you know. Then the buzzards got to him. We called the vet and the vet suggested that maybe he had a brain aneurysm. We just don't know... And we probably never will. So by now, I'm bawling my eyes out. I know, you're probably saying in your head "That's stupid. It's just a pet." but he wasn't just a pet. He was my best friend. I even named him. He was my dog. Anyways, I was really upset and I don't want to go into details for obvious reasons. So I was sad for a few weeks. But now, I'm doing a lot better. It stilll hurts to think about what happened to him, but I'm fine now.
Good news: My grandpa got out of the hospital and is doing excellent.
Now, about the story. I'm almost finished with the 2nd chapter of this story, but I didn't wanna post this 1st chapter until I got done with the 2nd one. The only reason I'm posting it now is because tomorrow, I'm going to Tennessee with my grandmaw. Then exactly 1 day after I get back, I'm going on a cruise to the Bahamas with my family. So I wouldn't have any time to type or upload. So yeah...
Um...
This chapter is dedicated to BreezyFan for (kind of) suggesting this ship.
And for future reference, I'm sorry. Just... You'll know why when you read it.
This story is strictly for laughs. Just impossible pairings/crackfic. Nothing serious. Review please!
Random Pairings
Breathe. That was the only thing that I needed to do right now. Was just breathe. I had absolutely nothing to worry about. It's my wedding day. I'm about to walk down the altar. I'm about to marry the man of my dreams. So why should I be nervous? Exactly. I have no idea.
I looked in the mirror in my own personal dressing room for what seemed like the thousandth time, checking to see if a piece of my hair had suddenly messed up in the past two minutes. I slowly smoothed down the white piece of fabric on my lap, making sure there were no wrinkles.
"How are you doing, sis?" my sister called from the bathroom, where she was putting some finishing touches to her makeup.
"Nervous…" I admitted.
"Hey, you don't have anything to be nervous about. You are about to strut down that aisle, like you own this place, look that preacher dead in the eye, say a couple of words, and get married to the man that you absolutely adore. And I know for a fact that he feels the same way about you."
I nodded slowly, inhaling deeply. "I'm still nervous though!"
"Well, I dunno. Uh, just think about him! Maybe your thoughts about him will calm you down," I saw her reflection shrug from the bathroom mirror. I shrugged and decided to take her advice, hoping it would settle my nerves. I started thinking about my 'Husband-to-be's' good traits.
Well, to start off, he is absolutely gorgeous. He's handsome, smart, witty, has a great job, has eyes that you could just drown in, brown hair to die for, perfect teeth, adores me, and obviously has a lot of street smarts, considering he grew up in the city. He's a lot sweeter than my other ex-boyfriends… Ten times sweeter! He always compliments on me, telling me I look beautiful or always taking me out to dinner. He supports me way more than Oscar or Shawn ever did. I've known him for about two years now and I'm deeply in love with him. At first, I had my doubts, but after a little while, I slowly began to realize that he was the one for me. And he had admitted that he had loved me from day one, which was a plus. Just thinking about him, made my nervous jitters disappear, which I was grateful for. I was 100% sure that this man, the one that I was about to officially declare to be mine, was the one. The only one that I would ever be happy with or enjoy life with.
I giggled as I watched Neha come out of the bathroom, her lipstick and eyeliner smudged in several places.
"I… I think I missed my face," she admitted, sheepishly.
I laughed and followed her into the bathroom. "Come on. I'll help. Can't have my Maid of Honor looking like a hobo, now can I?" She flopped down on the toilet and closed her eyes as I began perfecting her makeup. Almost twenty years old and she still couldn't get her makeup right. I mentally shook my head.
"Hey girls, are you ready? It's almost time to start…" Maria poked her head into my dressing room.
"Yes, just give us one more second!" I exclaimed from the bathroom, adding the finishing touches to Neha's lipstick. As soon as I finished, I walked back into my dressing room, grabbed my veil and bouquet, and headed towards where I would start the rest of my life.
A few minutes later, I was standing in front of the closed mahogany doors, waiting for my cue to go in.
"Daddy?" I asked softly.
He turned around, facing me, and replied, "What is it, sweetheart?"
"Can…Can you help me put this on…?" I asked, holding up the veil. He smiled sadly, yet quickly agreed and took it from my hands. He slowly placed the tiara on my hair, placing the veil in front of my face.
"I can't believe you're getting married. It seems like just yesterday, I was riding to the police station to bail you out for stealing a pony from the zoo," he chuckled, reminiscing.
"Oooh, Dad, don't remind me of that, please! Why didn't you just tell me 'no' like a normal parent would have done?"
"I did tell you 'no.' That was what encouraged you to go steal a horse. But what was I supposed to do? Tell you that I was going to get you a unicorn?"
"Yes. You ruined my dream, dad," I said, grinning jokingly.
"Sure I did, sure I did," he rolled his eyes. After a moment, he looked at me once again. "I can't believe my little girl is all grown up and getting married."
He looked down at me sadly and brushed a stray piece of hair away from my face. I sniffled and spoke in soft voice, "Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"No matter what happens, I'll always be your little girl."
He smiled down at me. "That's all I ask for," he said, before enveloping me into a hug. I hugged him back, trying not to cry.
"Please don't cry. If you cry, then I'll start crying, and it'll just be awful."
He smiled slightly and pulled away. I straightened back up and wiped under my eyes, careful not to smudge my makeup.
"How do I look? Too red-faced?" I asked, biting my lip.
"You look perfect, sweetheart."
I smiled up at him. "Thank you, Daddy."
We were silent for the rest of the time waiting. That is, until about 2 seconds before the Wedding March began playing.
"Natara, are… Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked a little hesitantly.
I smiled up at him reassuringly and nodded. "Yes… Yes I do."
"You're absolutely sure that you want to marry this man?"
"More than anything in the whole world," I said, grinning, just as the beginning notes of the March began to play.
He gave a curt nod. "Well, I'm glad," He smiled and offered me his arm. I gently placed mine in his, making sure as to not drop the bouquet.
"Are you ready for this?" he whispered a second before the doors opened.
"As I'll ever be," I whispered back just as the tall mahogany doors are pulled open.
The first thing I saw straight ahead of me was a pair of sparkling blue eyes. I frowned in confusion because… Well… Mal was in the middle of the aisle, frozen like a deer in headlights. He was in midstride in the middle of the aisle right before the doors opened, I could tell. As soon as they did open, he froze and whipped his head towards the doors, which contained me and my father.
I furrowed my eyebrows at his shocked face and motioned for him to move.
He seemed to snap out of it and loudly exclaimed as he walked to get out of the way, "Sorry! My bad! Excuse me, miss. Sorry! I'm late! Whoops! Gotta get to where I'm supposed to be! I'm sorry!"
I rolled my eyes as I watched him walk through the pews, towards the front. He's always late… He would be late to his own wedding.
He looked towards me, giving me a sheepish expression, silently asking me to forgive his lateness.
I gave him a small smile and a nod to tell him that he was forgiven. He smiled back in relief.
I faced forward once again, walking down the long aisle, tightly clutching my father's arm.
I finally took my last step down the aisle, stopping right in front of the altar. The priest was staring at me patiently while I felt his eyes on me the whole time.
As my father and I stopped, I looked up to see that he had slight tears in his eyes. He gave me a slight smile as the priest cleared his throat and began his message.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate this man and this woman in holy matrimony," he paused. "Who gives this woman in marriage?"
My father looked up at the priest and said, "I do." He leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and lifted my veil over the back of my head.
"I love you, you know," he whispered to me.
"I know. I love you too," I whispered back.
He kissed my cheek once more before placing my hand in the other, outstretched one. His hand.
I smiled and watched my father as he went to go sit back down beside my mother. They took each other's hands and watched with tearful smiles.
My eyes flashed over to see Mal finally getting settled in his seat in the second pew, straight behind my parents. He gave me a sad smile and a slight thumbs-up. I gave him a smile and turned around to look at the man who was now holding my hand.
My eyes slid up to see him. The love of my life, the man of my dreams…
"Do you, Seth Holland, take Natara Williams to be your lawfully wedded wife; to have and to hold from this day forward until death do you part?" the priest asked.
That's right. This was the day that I was finally marrying my true love, Seth Holland. It surprised some people, actually. Two years ago, I never thought that I'd be sharing the altar with this man, but here I was.
I'll admit, at first, we got off to a rough start. I thought he was some annoying, self-centered, perverted pig who only cared about himself. I used to think that he was some loser who was obsessed with someday becoming mayor of San Francisco and only liked me for my looks.
Then, one day, he was begging and pleading for me to go out on just one date with him. After what seemed like endless hours, I finally caved in because I was aggravated. He took me to a fancy restaurant and we talked for hours. It was there that I realized that maybe Seth wasn't as bad as I thought he was. So I agreed to go out with him again… and again… and again. On each date, we would learn a little more about each other. Like the fact that he was a secret Batman fan and was deathly terrified of pigeons. I had even told him that I had once been attracted to Mal while he was dating Minka, but I knew that he didn't feel the same way.
During the time that I was dating Seth, I was seeing less of Mal and more of Seth. Mal had even confronted me about it asking what the deal was and why he never saw me anymore. So I told him the truth; that I was dating Seth Holland and even falling for him. He then proceeded to accuse me of going insane about how I 'hated Seth' and I was 'on something for even thinking he was attractive.' But I ignored him because he was simply jealous that mine and Seth's relationship was going a lot better than his and Selene's. I had shrugged and told him that I was falling for Seth and there was nothing I could do about it because you can't help who you love. I remember him giving me a sad look just as I turned to walk away.
Later, of course, he had apologized and told me, quite reluctantly I might add, that he was happy for Seth and me.
As soon as I told Seth about what had happened, he came up with this ridiculous idea that Mal had been attracted to me ever since day one and that now Mal was trying to make a move on me while he could, but of course I didn't believe him. He always made up stuff to make me laugh. Sethy was just so silly sometimes! So I told him that he had it all wrong, because Mal and I were just strictly partners… No more. Plus, Mal was dating Selene at the time, so of course he didn't feel anything for me. He couldn't.
Anyways, back to the present. I looked up to see Seth grinning that ad commercial, perfect smile down at me while wiggling his eyebrows. Gosh, his smile is gorgeous.
"I do," he then winked, earning a shrill giggle from me. My eyes widened. I didn't even know I could make that sound…
The priest then turned to me. "Do you, Natara Williams, take Seth Holland to be your lawfully wedded husband; to have and to hold from this day forward until death do you part?" He asked, sincerely.
I inhaled dramatically, just as Seth had taught me how to do. Might as well give the audience a show if they came all of the way out here. I looked to the audience to see their eyes widen at my hesitation, some sitting on the edge of their seats. My mother and father looked confused while Mal, for some odd reason, suddenly looked hopeful.
"I….." I started, eyes roaming the crowd.
"Don't, don't, don't, don't…" I swear I saw Mal mouthing to himself, clutching his hands nervously.
I looked up to see Seth smirking proudly at me, knowing he had taught me well.
"Do," I breathed, grinning at his happy expression. I heard several sighs of relief and maybe even one broken, sad sigh coming from the second pew on the Bride's side.
While I was watching Seth, I didn't see my partner put his hands over his face and rake them frustratingly through his hair, muttering darkly.
I may or may not have sort of zoned out for the part about being committed to each other and whatnot, but suddenly was snapped back in at one particular part of the wedding ceremony.
"-With this ring, I thee wed," I repeated, grinning at my soon-to-be-husband.
He gave me a little wink in return. Gosh, his eyes were gorgeous. So was his hair…
I glanced behind me to see Mal looking at me, hunched over in his seat, elbow pressed into his thigh, and head propped up on his fist, looking extremely grumpy. I know that he didn't approve of Seth and me getting married, because he hated Seth… But that was the only reason. It's not like he was in love with me or anything. And it didn't matter if he was, anyways. I was in love with Seth and nothing could change that. Once you saw past the cocky, annoying deputy mayor, you could see a real human with a caring, good heart. He was absolutely perfect in every single way.
"If any of you can show just cause why they may not be lawfully married, speak now or else forever hold your peace," the priest's voice boomed over the whole church.
It was quiet for approximately six seconds before I heard a sigh of frustration, a small, "Oh, what the hell?!" and the squeaking of a pew as weight was relieved of it and somebody stood up.
I looked back behind me, curious as to who had just stood up. My eyes locked on a pair of sparkling, ocean blue ones, staring intently right back at me.
"Mal?" I asked, surprise obviously written all over my face. Oh gosh, what did he want now? Hasn't he already ruined my wedding enough today?!
"Um…" he murmured, biting his lip and shifting his gaze away from me uncomfortably. He rocked from foot to foot, awkwardly keeping his gaze anywhere but at me.
"And what is your reason for objecting to this marriage?" the preacher asked, after his shock had passed through him.
Mal licked his lips nervously and gulped, before inhaling deeply. He opened his mouth to say something just as he looked up, his eyes meeting with my confused ones. The words seemed to be caught in his throat as he stood there, mouth open. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish several times, before looking at the ground, clearing his throat, and trying again.
"I… Uh…" His gaze slid up to meet mine once again. "I… Damn," he cursed, looking at the ground. "I rehearsed this for months!" he silently cursed at himself, sounding upset.
"Sir?" the priest asked, eyebrow raised in a 'Are you okay?' manner.
"I… Um. Errr-I just… I can't… You shouldn't… Not him… And I-Uh. You can't…." he stammered, looking up to see my confused expression and Seth's stone-cold glare. Realization seemed to dawn on Mal's face as he watched me nervously grab Seth's hand.
'Well, damn. She really loves him… What I am doing? I can't object to this wedding! She obviously wants to marry him…" Mal thought to himself, face crumbling.
Suddenly, he stretched his arms over his body and pretended to yawn widely.
"I…I'm just stretching! I'm sooo tired! It's…. It's been a long day! Sorry! Uh… Carry on," he nodded at the priest, before quickly sitting back down, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Well, that was weird.
As the wedding progressed on, we finally got to the ending, my personal favorite part about all weddings.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. Mr. Holland, you may kiss your bride."
I shrieked in delight as he wrapped an arm around my waist and dipped me low to the ground. He let out a playful growl before planting a large kiss on my lips. I kissed him back passionately, enjoying my first kiss as a married woman. Especially married to the man I loved the most in this whole world.
While my eyes were closed and I was sinking into Seth's kiss, I didn't notice what was happening around me. The crowd was cheering and 'whooping.' My mother and father were smiling at me while politely clapping. My sister was yelling something about 'getting some Deputy Mayor' or something like that. Mal sharply turned his head towards the ceiling, clenching his jaw, and was promising himself that he wouldn't dare look. He kept murmuring, "No, no, no, no!" over and over again slightly under his breath. His eyes had all of a sudden turned red-rimmed and tears were threatening to spill out, though he would quickly deny it to anyone who had asked. His breathing sped up and he wrung his hands together harshly, trying to focus on the pain of his fingernails digging into his skin. But the physical pain wasn't nearly as bad as the pain in his heart.
Of course no one paid any attention to him. All eyes were on Seth and me.
As Seth's lips molded together with my own, my senses were going haywire.
My eyes were closed; therefore I couldn't see anything but fireworks mentally bursting in my mind.
I could smell the strong cologne that my now-husband was wearing.
I could taste minty breath-spray and a hint of…Syrup (?) that was on Seth's mouth.
My lips were pressed against Seth's. I could feel his slightly-chapped lips moving with mine while his hands were holding me up in a dip by my waist and back.
I couldn't really hear over the sounds of the church bell ringing, signaling a new hour, and the crowd that was clapping loudly. I didn't really pay attention to any of that though. Mentally, I couldn't hear anything. Not the bells chiming, not the crowd clapping, not the priest laughing in delight…
And definitely not the sound of somebody in the second pew's heart painfully ripping in half.
I broke out of the kiss, slightly panting, and giggled as Seth set me upright, once again.
The priest faced the audience, arms spread wide with a pleasant smile on his face.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Seth Holland," he looked down at the two of us, grinning. I grinned at the crowd that was still shouting and clapping proudly. I let out a girlish giggle as Seth kissed me on the cheek and whispered to me, "You ready, Natty-poo?"
"I sure am, Sethy-poo!"
We both put on our wide smiles that we had practiced and practiced and practiced for, and headed back down the altar.
I blew a kiss to my parents and gave them a small wave. My eyes flickered to behind them where I saw my partner biting his lip and looking straight ahead. I tilted my head slightly to the side, curious as to what was wrong with him. Maybe he had a stomach ache or something? Suddenly, I saw just a hint of a tear forming in his eye. I blinked, shocked at what I saw, but as soon as my gaze locked back onto his face, he looked back to normal, a calm expression composed on his face. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, and then turned his body towards me. He gave me a small, slightly broken smile and a shaky thumbs-up. I returned the smile and also blew a kiss to him. He smiled sadly, stretched his arm as far as he could, pretended to catch my air-borne kiss, and put it in his pocket.
I grinned, pleased with his response, and continued on down the aisle, gliding out of the back of the church. I was too busy looking at my husband, to notice my partner's calm facial expression quickly crumbling and turning into a depressed one. I didn't see what happened next.
Mal let out a broken, shaky breath, and murmured almost to the point of not speaking, "I love you, Nat…" He slowly reached into his pocket, took my 'kiss,' and pressed it against his own lips, squeezing his eyes shut, a heartbroken expression on his face. He turned and watched me glide out of the church, staring after me longingly, a regretful expression plastered on his face.
Long after everyone had left and gone to the reception after-party, Mal had stayed seated in his exact same spot. He stared at the floor, lost in his thoughts, unmoving. Occasionally, he would rake his hands through his hair frustratingly and curse, but would go back to his silent mode. He watched the sun slowly sink down behind the horizon through the stained glass windows, willing the tears not to fall down his face. Just as the moon had appeared and stars had started to dot the skyline, he realized that he couldn't hold it in any longer. He let out a loud, pathetic sob, hands flying to cup his face as salty tears leaked through his fingers.
"Why?! Why why why?! Why couldn't I?! Why didn't I just say something?! Why!?" he murmured over and over and over again to himself, slowly rocking back and forth on the pew.
While Mal was crying in the church for hours, I was enjoying my honeymoon in the Bahamas.
"I love you so much, Sethy-poo," I cooed to my husband, gently running my hands through his flawless brown hair.
"I love you too, Natty-Poo, ever since day one," he replied, eyes traveling down to my lips.
"I'm so glad I chose you," I brushed my lips against his, feeling chills run down my spine.
"So am I," he curtly responds, before crashing his lips onto mine.
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My eyes flew open as I sprung into a sitting position, covers flying off of my body, heart beating twenty times faster than normal. I tried to control my breathing as everything comes rushing back into my brain.
I…I was dreaming?! That whole thing was… Just a dream? Oh, thank God. It had to be. There was no way in hell that I would ever marry Seth Holland. Thank you, God! It was just a dream… Just a dream.
I flopped back down into a lying position on the bed, hands coming up to my face to wipe some of the sweat off.
Just then, I heard the rustling of sheets and felt the bed dip a little further as the person beside me stirred awake. I looked to my right to see a very muscular back, the man's front facing away from me.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Mal… My boyfriend.
"What's wrong, Nat?" I heard him ask, still not turning around.
"I… I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that I got married to Seth Holland and we honeymooned in the Bahamas… It was so weird," I shook my head, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes.
"Oh honey…" I heard from above me. I'm guessing Mal had rolled over so he was facing me.
"That wasn't dreaming…" I removed my hands from my face to see Seth's head pop up directly above my own.
"You were dreaming about our wedding day!" he finished, a wide smirk on his face.
My eyes widened and I let out a loud, scared scream, instantly kicking and thrashing about to get away from Seth.
No… No way. No, this couldn't be right. I could not actually be married to Seth Holland! My name couldn't be Natara Holland! It just didn't sound right.
"No! No! No no no no no no! This can't be right! It can't be!" I shrieked over and over again.
"Natara… Natara…. Natara…"Seth's voice got lower and lower until it sounded like an echo. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that this was some kind of nightmare and I wasn't actually married to Seth Holland.
"Please! Stop this! No, no, no! It can't be right! It can't be!" I kept shrieking.
"Natara… Natara…" Seth's voice was almost to the point of being in the background.
"Natara-"
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"-Natara! Wake up!" a strong, manly voice from above me exclaims.
"NAT!" it yells right in my ear.
My eyes, once again, pop open and I'm breathing heavily.
Sweat and tears are pouring down my face, mixing in on my pillow, creating a huge, damp circle.
I then notice that my whole body is shaking.
I look to my right to see Mal shaking me awake gently, head bent over, hovering over me, his eyes wide with concern and worry.
"What's wrong? What's the matter?!" he asks, face alarmed.
My face melts in relief as my eyes take in his beautiful shining blue orbs.
"Oh thank God… It was all a dream!" I exclaim, bouncing up to wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him to me tightly.
"Uhhh…" he mutters, uncertainly, not sure what to say or what is going on with me.
I hug him tightly, tears still prickling in my eyes as the dream comes back to me. Most importantly, Mal's face when I left is stuck in my head.
"Mal, I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to! I should've chosen you! I should've known that it would be you all along! I saw everything! I saw you the whole time! You were heartbroken, Mal! And… it broke my heart! You… You even cried over me. I am so, so, so, so sorry!" I blurt into his shoulder, tears forming in my eyes.
"Hey, Nat. It's okay. Everything is alright. It was just a dream. Shhh. You're okay now. I forgive you, alright? It was all just a dream…" he murmurs, voice soothing me. His hands rub up and down my back while he whispers reassuring words in my ear.
Soon, I begin to calm down and pull away from him. He instantly grabs my face and looks intently into my eyes. "Are you okay?"
I sniff and nod, "Yeah. I'm fine. I had the strangest dream though. You wouldn't believe it."
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, eyes full of concern.
"Unless you want to talk about me being crazy in love and getting married to Seth, while you pout in the corner of the church…" I say, shrugging.
His eyes widen immediately. "Seth?! As in, Holland?!"
"Yep. Seth Holland."
"Why would you ever get married to him?! He's not even your type!"
"I know! I mean, come on! I hate him! It was ridiculous…. And then I had another one where-" I stop in my tracks, eyes wide.
"What? What's wrong?" he asks, worriedly.
I think about my second dream and how it all felt so real… Just like this does right now… What if this was just another dream and I'm actually married to Seth, but I feel bad for ditching Mal?!
"Pinch me," I order, holding out my hand.
"What?!" he asks me, bewilderment passing across his face.
"Pinch me! Please just don't ask any more questions. I have to see if this is real or if I'm dreaming again. Now, pinch me and make it sting!" I order.
He looks at me confusingly for a few seconds before gently pinching the top of my hand so lightly I can just barely feel it.
"Harder!" I snap.
"Nat, I don't understa-" he starts. I quickly grab his hand, cutting him off, wrap my hand around his, and pinch myself, using his hand… Hard.
I hiss in pain and pull my now red hand away. "Ow!"
His eyes light up in worry and pain for me. "I'm so sorry! Nat, I didn't mean-"
"No, no! Don't apologize! It's fine! It's great!" I exclaim, laughing a little, relief flooding my body. This wasn't a dream. It was real…
"Uh, okay?" he asks me, eyeing me suspiciously. I guess I couldn't blame him. If he suddenly woke up, laughing like a mad scientist, I wouldn't think he's exactly sane and in his right mind, either.
"Wait-"I stop eyes wide.
"What?" He asks.
"Are we dating?" I ask.
"Yes…?" he asks more than says, obviously wondering if I had somehow lost my mind overnight.
"That's… That's amazing!" I shriek, excitedly.
"Yes…. Yes it is," he chuckles, looking amused at my excited expression. "Now, do you want to tell me what's got you all excited on this Tuesday morning?" he asks, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"I just…" my face softens as I remember seeing him catch my kiss that I blew to him in the dream. "I missed you, Mal. You were so heartbroken…"
He simply shrugs and grins at me. "Well, now I don't have to be heartbroken because you are mine and not anybody else's. And definitely NOT Seth Holland's… No way in hell!"
I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck once again, squeezing him tightly. He wraps his arms around my lower back, hugging me as if his life depended on it.
We slowly break apart and suddenly a question pops into my mind.
"Hey Mal?"
"Yeah?"
I look him in his eyes, sincerely, pity falling upon my features. "If I was actually getting married to Seth… Would you object?"
He seems to think about it for a moment, biting his lip. "Depends."
"On what?"
"Well, for starters, did you say 'yes' when he proposed?"
"I guess?"
"Did you love him?"
"I guess?" I repeat, raising my eyebrow at him curiously.
"Then no."
"Why not?"
"Because if you agreed to it, then that means that you love him. I wouldn't want to take you away from your happiness just for my own. I can live with it. I would want you to find everything in life that you are looking for…"
I blush, touched by his sweet words.
"Either that, or I'd just be too much of a coward to tell you how I really felt about you. I'd be scared that I would ruin our friendship and you would want nothing to do with me. I couldn't go a single day without you, Nat. You're the most important person in my life. You're my whole world," he says, eyes shining with truth and sincerity.
"You're so sweet… Yet, so cheesy," I grin as I lean in to give him a passionate kiss on his lips.
Oh yeah, so much better than Seth.
Mal's smooth, non-chapped lips mold with my own perfectly, as if they were made for each other. Mal gently nips at my bottom lip and I instantly grant him permission. His tongue slides straight in, and dances with mine for a little while.
I grin into the kiss because I finally realize something… Seth isn't the guy that I am supposed to marry…. Mal is the man that I am supposed to be with forever and ever.
Mal is absolutely gorgeous.
Mal is handsome.
Mal is smart.
Mal is witty.
Mal has a great job.
Mal has eyes that you could just drown in.
Mal has brown hair to die for.
Mal has perfect teeth.
Mal adores me.
Mal obviously has a lot of street smarts, considering he grew up in this city.
Mal is a lot sweeter than my other ex-boyfriends.
Mal always compliments me.
Mal always takes me out to dinner.
Mal supports me way more than Oscar or Shawn ever did.
Mal has known me for about 2 years.
Mal is deeply in love with me.
Mal is the one for me.
Mal has loved me from day one.
Mal was the one.
Mal is my everything.
It's always been Mal!
I pull away after a few seconds, grinning. My eyes slowly slide open to see Mal's blue ones staring right back at me.
I give him a cheeky smile and exclaim, excitedly, "I love you!"
His expression turns into shock, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
"Wh…What?" I ask, shyly, blushing under his intense gaze.
His face softens. "That's the first time you've ever told me that you loved me."
"It is?!"
He just nods in reply, still stunned.
I wrinkle my nose in disgust at myself. "What is wrong with me? Why haven't I said it sooner?!"
He just chuckles before planting a firm, yet sweet kiss on my lips. "I love you too," he breathes, brushing his lips against mine.
Later that day, as I walk into the precinct, I couldn't help but feel as if something seemed… different.
I follow right behind Mal as he leads us to the bullpen. As soon as I step inside, my eyes widen considerably. Oh gosh… Not him.
"Hello gorgeous. I've missed you," Seth Holland winks at me from his standing place in the bullpen.
Mal simply glares at Seth and places himself in between us, protectively.
"Don't you have somewhere to be, Holland? As in, not here?!" Mal asks, clenching his jaw.
I peek over Mal's shoulder to see Seth smirking back at Mal.
Ew. How did I ever think he was 'gorgeous?! Even in my dreams?! That's it… I've gone insane! Dream Mal was right! I must have been on some illegal drugs last night!
Seth is about to retort back to Mal, when Mal simply holds up a hand, yawning, "Know what? I don't wanna know. Bye."
Mal holds out his arm motioning for me to take it. I grin and link my arm with his, watching in delight as Seth's mouth popped open.
"You're with… him?!" Seth asks, incredulous.
"I sure am!" I exclaim, smiling proudly.
"How the heck did you end up with Fallon?!"
I grin. "He admitted his feelings for me and how he had been attracted to me since day one… And how could I not fall for him? He's…." I look up at him, searching for the right word. His eyes meet mine in a passionate gaze.
"Perfect," I grin even wider now. "He's just perfect," I sigh dreamily, resting my head on Mal's shoulder.
Mal smirks smugly. "Hear that, Holland? Now move out of the way for Mr. Perfect," he abruptly shoves Seth aside so we can walk past him into our office.
As we are walking past him, Seth tells me, "Hey Natty Poo!" My ears perk up at that nickname. Oh God, he knows!
"Just wait. One day, you'll be on my arm instead of Fallon's," he smirks, smugly.
My eyes widen for a second before I smirk back at him. I hold onto Mal's arm a little tighter while he squeezes my hand reassuringly.
I roll my eyes and walk straight past Seth, quickly saying over my shoulder:
"In your dreams, Holland."
The End