Just In Case The Plane Falls Out The Sky
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You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you need my love
And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
Ever since I left the city,
You got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down, you got me stressed out
'Cause ever since I left the city,
you started wearing less and goin' out more
Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor
Hangin' with some girls I've never seen before
Drake
"How long you and Michonne been fucking?" Shane pulled the visor down on the driverside of the pickup truck to check his lip that was cut and bleeding.
Silence came from Rick the passenger, whose ego was just as badly bruised, if not more so from the fight they were leaving, when Daryl climbed into the backseat shutting the door tossing the wallets into the front that belonged to Deputy Sheriff Shane Walsh and Deputy Sheriff Rick Grimes.
"Shit was crazy. What the fuck were we fighting for?" Daryl asked leaning forward trying to catch a glimpse of himself to see how badly his face made out in the four against three brawl outside the Smooth and Easy located 50 miles outside of King's County.
"No answer to Daryl's question? Like, no answer to who put that big ass dent in the back of your car?" Shane shook his head in disgust.
"Brand new Charger, what the fuck Rick?" Daryl was curious as he stretched his knuckles that were bloody.
The sound of sirens were in the near distance, Shane stepped on the gas pedal and turned out of the parking lot, tire tread burned into the pavement in the opposite direction of the local law.
...
"How old are you Michonne?" Rosita asked.
"Old enough to know better." Michonne remarked with a tinge of regret. She stared out the window, her mind travelled a million miles away from the current incident, one, out of a collection of incidents.
"What in the 4 different layers of fuck is going on?" Rosita asked.
Silence came from Michonne the passenger whose ego was badly bruised more from the why than the catfight that escalated during what was supposed to be a great ladies night with her two friends, Rosita and Sasha.
Rosita grabbed the keys from Michonne who sat on the passenger side appearing despondent. Annoyance was clearly evident on Rosita's face and she gave enough time for Sasha to slide into the backseat before starting up the older model Volvo once the door was shut.
"What in the hell were we fighting them about?" Sasha's blouse was clearly ripped of all its buttons, finding no reason to keep it closed for modesty purposes Sasha searched for a compact mirror in her purse that she had hidden on the floor of the car to see how she fared. She checked her teeth. Perfect.
Rosita began cursing in Spanish. She was pissed. She had known Michonne since high school and this was unexpected. Rosita did not handle surprises very well. She like surprising people with the fact that she could in fact speak english very well and then go completely mute. Tonight...she had to drag a bitch in her Jimmy Choo's and her freshly manicured nails. This was fucking unacceptable.
"How long you and Rick been fucking, huh, Chica?"
"One of those silly bitches seem the type to press charges. Drive Rosita. Drive. We can probably get information from Michonne, while you drive." Sasha coaxed.
The loud sound of sirens and the visual blue and white lights sped passed them in the opposite direction.
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These days, all I do is
Wonder if you bendin' over backwards for someone else
Wonder if you're rollin' up a backwoods for someone else
Doing things I taught you, gettin' nasty for someone else
You don't need no one else
You don't need nobody else, no
Why you never alone
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home, be a good girl
You was in a zone, yeah
You should just be yourself
Right now, you're someone else
Drake
"I just bought the car Michonne."
"I don't care. Keep bitches out of your car."
"You rammin into my car took care of that."
"Why are you calling me, Rick?"
"I made it home. I am bruised. I talked myself down to level five. I am at level five. I can talk to you now that I've calmed down some. I want to talk and that is what I am doing or trying to do, this is me making the first move by calling you."
"Is that the only reason you called me?"
"You and I are going to have to figure something out."
"By stressing me? I am at level 4. I am not trying to be at your level Rick because in no time I will be at level 10. Got me doing shit I have never done before."
"You said to see other people."
"Not in your fucking car you don't."
"Shit woman!"
"You haven't called me in how many weeks? You wait for me to-"
"I'm not going to answer your calls when you aint answering mine."
"I am not fucking with you like that and I thought I made myself clear. Shit is weird. Beyond Weird. We've been doing it this way for so long...this way has a way of becoming normal for people and I want to stop."
"Well I am tired of fucking around with you like that. I agree the shit is getting old Michonne. We are not getting any younger."
"Then let's settle this shit."
"I thought we did. I have a big ass dent in my brand new car!"
"Hang up."
"No."
"Hang up."
"No."
"Hang up the fucking phone, Rick."
"I am not giving you a reason to think you can come to my place an ransack my shit because you think I am saying we are done. We ain't over Michonne. I wish the fuck I could be done with you-but I aint."
"Just hang up."
"...You really had to wear that dress, Michonne?"
"...Yep."
"You don't even drink."
"I did that night."
"Is that the guy you're fuckin?"
"Dancin with someone doesn't mean I'm fucking em."
"I fought him tonight...At the Smooth and Easy...I read your messages to him. I went through your phone. If you ain't fucking him you were talking about fucking."
"Rick..."
"You are going to make me catch a case, Michonne."
"I think you like to just fight. The badge doesn't give you a license to whip ass."
"Any man that has his hands near your ass for any duration is always going to be a problem." Rick winced from the alcohol he dabbed above his eyebrow. "I have yet to figure out any other way to get them to understand to back the fuck off, stay the fuck off, and that you really ain't what they fucking want."
"Nothing changed Rick. I still have my ticket and I got the window seat for the morning. Anything else you can just fuck off, stay the fuck off, because this really ain't what you fucking want. Got me fighting tonight. I fought too."
"Who?"
"Your ex-wife. Took her 2 years after your divorce for her to have a damn epiphany?"
"You and Lori? Why would Lori even confront you after all this time?"
"Shit was crazy. Liquid courage for her and the other silly broads that were with her."
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High school project was the ice breaker. It was what brought them together. He noticed her nose was always buried in a book or the only hand in the air with the correct answer to the teacher's question in Science class. Math class was the same. Political Science and boring Art History. She had only what seemed two friends and it didn't change. Sasha and smart mouth Spanish speaking Rosita. He noticed. He found her extremely attractive. The incident where she collided with the asshole Jock named Abe had given Rick an up close interaction with the scowl that was disconcerting and sexy at the same time. There were no words shared. No thank you. The bell and the briefest touch of her skin as he placed the book in the crook of her arm, had alarmed and excited him. He was going to be late for class if he didn't get moving in the direction that was opposite of her direction. Rick wondered how he could ever be so lucky that they would share the same Science project. Michonne Benton.
She was his first kiss. His first warm body to rub against. A hand or hands other than his own to touch him and pleasure him. She was his first sexual experience and his secret. High school he heard the most cruel things said about Michonne that he could never bring himself to repeat. She was his deep dark secret. He never revealed that she was more than someone to cheat off in class. The lie that Michonne was nothing more was easily believed and never questioned by his classmates nor his friends. He didn't volunteer any information about his crush that turned into his first love.
She was beautiful standing naked before him in his dimly lit bedroom. He was nervous. The first time wasn't perfect. He came before he could even get the condom on. He came again before he could get four strokes to Michonne's only one pelvis jerk. His climax and the intensity could sometimes be replicated even 15 years later when they would find themselves together, panting, tangled in sheets and sweat. History. He failed. He repeated.
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High school science project was the icebreaker. It was what brought them together and Michonne was nervous. He was her secret crush. He was the first to stir something in her and the butterflies in the pit of her stomach caused her to look beyond the pages of her books to notice that he was in her Science Class. He wasn't the smartest but the way his blue eyes made her feel staring into them, Michonne was sure she wouldn't have cared if he was in Special Education. The abrupt bump from Abe who was running down the hall caused her organized school life to scatter on the floor. It seemed everyone continued to walk on by, except for Rick. He helped her collect her books and loose leaf papers. She found that her frantic state ceased and time stood still when he placed the last book in the crook of her arm, his knuckles barely touching her skin somehow. This was the first time she had become so distracted by anything that wasn't black print or red marks on her paper indicating what would have made her A- an A+. Then the warning bell interrupted the shared moment of many they would continue to share across the cafeteria, hallways, school parking lot and science class. How had she never noticed him before? Richard Sinclair Grimes.
She heard the derogatory things that her two friends had to say about him and the group he hung out with in school. There would be no way in a million years she would admit that she was more than a tutor. A tutor that was selected by a teacher to help him with a Science Project. No matter how she spun the story, she was believed. She wasn't questioned. He was her secret. She never revealed that he was more than that to her. Michonne didn't share that with anyone and she didn't volunteer it. Her crush had turned into her first love.
He was her first kiss. Her first warm body to rub against. A hand or hands other than her own to pleasure her. She marveled how the boy body had morphed gradually to the man that was rotating his hips working the dick with the pace she needed with her back up against the wall, straddling him in a random hotel room. The tip of her tongue touches the roof of his mouth always causing him to moan and pound just a little bit harder. She loved when he would grunt. Primal. Mastery of fucking each other when they were on fire was nothing short of amazing. Incredible. Michonne had smashed his second cellphone. So much history. He came back to repeat. Over and Over. He was special.
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Prom was the beginning of how things began to become unstable, behavior and emotions. Outside her bedroom window at midnight he waited for her to allow him to slip in, to creep out before the official lifting of darkness right before the sun would rise ready to bring the light. He couldn't get enough and she was all he thought about, morning, noon and night. Eating, only occurred when his mother forced him to sit at the kitchen table, plate of food having to be consumed before he could be excused.
Her parents didn't mind if he stayed in the living room as long as books were open and the television wasn't a distraction.
His parents didn't mind as long as they had warning that he had a visitor.
He wanted to ask. He planned to ask. Instead he found himself with his two best friends, Shane and Daryl attending prom as a threesome. She walked in with Mike the High school Star Football Player.
Rick watched. He glared. Testosterone in the air. Word spread that the fight was about a disagreement that never resolved between Rick and Mike's best friend Terry over something that happened in 10th Grade. A shoving match on the dance floor. A fight. Nothing to do with Michonne when for Rick it had nothing to do with Mike's best friend Terry.
Months after graduation he asked and to his surprise he got a yes from the quiet brunette from his mother's church. Marriage was on the horizon.
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Prom. He didn't ask. She was kind of relieved that he didn't because she didn't know how she was going to tell him no, that she would rather go with Mike because her two friends were going with the other two popular players from the football team. He never asked. It hurt more than anything than she could imagine and she wanted to ask him why he didn't ask her even though she had no intentions of actually going with him.
She made sure she looked extra pretty, extra attentive, extra everything and she knew he was watching. Michonne knew she was taking it too far and she knew the fight had nothing to do with Rick and Terry having some type of misunderstanding that stemmed from 10th grade. She knew she was a novice but the button in which to press to cause jealousy in Rick, she was fine tuning. The results were startling if not a bit satisfactory.
Months after graduations she heard he had got the girl in church pregnant. The quiet brunette from the church. Rick trumped Michonne. He got married and left Michonne with buttons that still worked.
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"I didn't invite you here."
"I know."
"I am getting married in a few hours."
"I know."
"What are you doing, Rick?"
"Just looking at you, Chonne."
"Someone can come in here at any moment and see you in here."
"I need to have you one last time Michonne."
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"One last time."
"Last week was the last time, Rick."
"There is a closet right there."
"I am not going in the closet with you. I am going to get myself ready for my wedding day."
"I promise you, one last kiss. This will be our last kiss. Promise."
Michonne felt his hands firmly on her hips and his warm breath on her lips before she realized her mouth had parted readily. Her sighs and the way her body leaned into his, betraying the stance she tried to take in being a woman of her word.
He led, her feet followed as they quickly, unzipped, pulled, prodded, massaged, guided, lapped, licked, bit, sucked kissed, nipped, squeezed, scratched, and climaxed in a muffled moan in the dark closet.
...
"Hello."
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Hello.
"Hey."
"Wasn't sure if I had a signal."
"How have you been?"
"Glad that you haven't changed your number."
"Well, if I were to change my number I know to send you a message on Facebook to give you a heads up."
"Don't forget it."
"You look good Michonne. The bathing suit picture. Does your husband know you got that out there?"
"You perusing my photos?"
"If there is anything after the bathing suit by the pool, I haven't noticed. I haven't left that photo. You look even better than I remember."
"I've been checking out your photo's too."
"How long has it been?"
"Well, we got caught in the closet by my Granny on my wedding day."
"That was crazy."
"She went to her grave with it."
"I gathered that much if you are still married."
"I am. I see you are too."
"I am. My phone number hasn't changed. Nothing has changed Michonne."
"Nothing has changed for me, Rick."
"You've been on my mind. You've been on my mind a lot lately."
"You still walking around with the letter M?"
"Yep. You still walking around with the letter R?"
"Yeah. Can't bring myself to have it removed or get something or have it make sense."
"We really argued while getting a tattoo at the same time?"
"We really did."
"What were we arguing about?"
"I have no idea. You do look mighty right in that Deputy Sheriff Uniform. I am checking out your photo you updated."
"You should see what I am working with underneath it."
"If my memory serves me correctly, I would say you were earning a strong B in some areas and-"
"A B Michonne? Unless you mean B for the Best you ever had then, I -"
"Where's your wife?"
"Sleeping."
"Where are you?"
"Standing outside on my porch at 12:30am with you heavy on my mind. Where's your husband?"
"Out of town on business."
"He left you alone?"
"I'm a big girl."
"Lonely?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"Who's trying to keep me company."
"I'm very possessive Michonne. Nothing has changed."
"But I have a man."
"I am quite sure you won't call his name."
"Who's name would I call."
"It won't be his."
"Mm, Rick."
"Yeah. There you go. I think we are going to ease into this real nice."
"You are silly."
"You still have a nice laugh."
"You don't have many pictures. I am checking you out now."
"I am looking pass the bathing suit...You are so beautiful."
"Thank you Deputy."
"You have any kids? I don't see any pictures."
"Probably because you are secretly stuck at the bathing suit picture."
"How many kids do you have?"
"0. I don't have any, Rick. I see you still have just the one. He's handsome just like his father. He's getting tall."
"I only have him, Michonne. I only have the one. Carl. He's way smarter than me too."
"Very good to hear. You working on more?"
"I have no idea how to answer that."
"A yes or a no."
"No. I'm not working on more kids."
"Sounds like you back to fucking around."
"For the record I haven't been fucking around on Lori. Even though I am more than willing to fuck around with one person. Nobody else."
"We are going to mess around and one thing is going to lead to another and then that will lead to another and..."
"I hope there is a bed involved in this scenario."
"You need a bed now?"
"I know how you like it Michonne. I can do it that way too. Closet was the last place. I haven't forgotten."
"I haven't forgotten."
"I want to open the door this time Michonne."
"You really trying to show your ass, huh?"
"You always kind of liked it. Said it was cute."
"You got me smiling thinking about it."
"I don't recall you smiling until much later though. I don't recall smiling until much, much later and I've already given it to you so good you ready to get some sleep."
"Is that how your memory is working Rick?"
"Did I recall wrong?"
"Is that how you remember my pussy?"
"Michonne."
"Tell me what you remember about my pussy?
"Michonne..."
"Describe your dick in my pussy."
"Where are you?"
"I am on the phone with you."
"You know I am in King's County. Where are you? Are you still in New York?"
"Atlanta."
"Since when?"
"For the last year. Got a job offer. So I relocated back. Been very busy. Extremely busy that it's affecting my relationships. I just so happen to have some down time and checked Facebook."
"I didn't know if I was going to get a response from you. I mean, I would've been surprised probably if I didn't."
"Would you now?"
"Well, it's been a while since the last time and I ain't talking about the occasional checking in with each other."
"You are really trying not to behave."
"I was thinking you don't count."
"I don't count?"
"Because you have been the beginning. Like you were my first. It ain't like I found someone new and I am stepping out on Lori with just anyone."
"Certainly not. I am definitely not anyone."
"We don't mess around often when we do mess around. Not like when we were much younger. We wouldn't get crazy with it this time around. Maybe we can try once a month. We were averaging around 10 times a month when you were in Atlanta. Then you moved and now you are telling me you are back. I want to strive for once a month, I don't see any harm in us coming together again."
"Is that the rationale you are using, Rick?"
"You are the smartest, sexiest woman I know. I need you to help me with my flawed, pathetic logic."
"I am the smartest, sexiest and the horniest. Some how you are able to keep my panties wet with your very warped logic. Obviously, the areas you were earning an A in supersedes everything. Especially how you can tongue my pussy."
"I-fucking miss you, Michonne. Where do you live. I have to come. Please let me come see you?"
...
"What are you doing dad?" Carl questioned. He was unaware that his Dad was on pins and needles over a rash decision. Carl wasn't able to witness the distress but he could hear it in his father's voice wrapped in agitation. He was amused that his father was dating and he knew whomever it was, the importance was significant.
"Nothing. You said it takes 48 hours to unblock someone?"
"Who'd you block that now you are unblocking?" Carl began to chuckle.
"That doesn't matter. I just want to know if I did it right."
"You can always pick up the phone. Isn't that how you old people started out-with phones connected to the walls?"
Rick was exasperated. He was back on the dating scene and had a crash course on managing social media interactions. He was in a verbal combat with Michonne. He needed to be the bigger person so he stopped. Rick couldn't help but find other outlets where they would engage and un-engage until they ran out of all communication outlets.
Michonne began to flood his inbox so he had to block. He wanted to torture her more than with Unread. Once he realized there was a block option he took advantage and he felt an immediate calm when making the selection, then a slow creeping regret.
Rick lasted 24 hours before growing impatient with the system process that he verified four times with Carl, how the unblocking worked. The thought of Michonne moving on with her life prompted Rick to get in his pickup truck and high-tail it over to her town-house two hours away at 11pm. He had to be at work at 7am the next morning.
...
They were quietly dating each other until they broke up. The divorces were of no consequence. They found themselves escalating into recklessness. Morgan asked politely for the dissolution of his marriage in terms that sounded from a textbook and Michonne obliged. Lori fought to keep her marriage going with spiritual healers, counseling, pity, to false pregnancy.
"Lori is not pregnant."
"It isn't the pregnancy that bothers me, it's the thought you were fucking her to possibly get her pregnant."
"I am not going through this with you again Michonne."
"Then hang up."
"I have not had sex with Lori. She is not pregnant and if you are reading the shit on her Facebook page then you need to see the update."
"Then why would she say she is if she is not?"
"This how we are going to break up Michonne?"
"Can't break up if we aren't dating. Are we dating? There is a status thing on Facebook. Have you updated your status? Are you letting people know or am I the only one that know I am in a relationship with you?"
"Shit."
"Have you introduced me to your son?"
"Carl knows who the hell you are."
"He knows me as Michonne."
"How you want him to refer to you is between you and him."
"You introduced me as a FRIEND from High School."
"When I answered your phone and Rosita asked exactly who I was answering your phone, I asked her how many fucking Rick's are answering and she said-"
"Okay. I'm done. This is crazy."
"You haven't updated your status Michonne and yet you worried about my status?"
"Yours says complicated."
"We are talking about us, Michonne."
"I think we need to give each other some space."
"So we are breaking up."
The on and off. The tension. The inability to move forward and let go. Marriage was on the table only mentioned in fits of rage declaring what would be needed in order to be a good wife or husband in all it's glorious vagueness.
"IF I was your fucking husband Michonne, you wouldn't be going to no club to dance. You want to go dancing, I would be coming right along to dance with you or you shake your ass right here for me. Music or no Music I will watch your ass move."
"IF I was your damn wife you would shut that Facebook down. I have no idea who the hell is Jessie and why the hell you and her are now friends. You ain't got room for no new damn female friends. I am your friend. You need someone to talk to in the middle of the night after I am the one that fucked you good, my ear is right here, no typing nor texting needed."
...
"It is 10pm."
"I am on my way to the airport."
"Where do you think you are about to fly off too?"
"Vegas."
"Vegas?"
"Hell Shane, I just wanted you to know. Someone to know, just in case the plane falls out the sky, that I was on my way to get married to Michonne."
"I have so many fucking questions and I really want to start with the one I asked you last night when we practically got our asses served to us in that fight...you know the question you wouldn't answer, the one about how long you and Michonne been fucking-the question that-"
"Since high school. College. A handful of times while I was married to Lori and she was married to her husband Morgan, even during the trial separation with Lori. Honestly, we've been consistently inconsistent with staying away from each other."
"What in the hell?"
"More than a handful. She knows the exact number of times. Well, I do too but I am not about to disclose that. Just know that it was way more than a handful of times."
"I repeat. WHAT...IN. THE. HELL?"
"She has ruined me for this lifetime and possibly several others."
"I think you need to take some responsibility."
"Without her I am the Walking Dead."
"Is that so. Since we are spilling our fucking guts over the phone please answer this question if you don't answer shit else- What is that big ass random M on your forearm about?"
"She has an R just so you know. We were going to have each other's name but we got to arguing in the chair and we left with just the first letter of each other's name. M for Michonne."
"I be fucking damn. You were about to come out of the closet then? Hot damn."
"Just in case this plane falls out the sky you heard it from my lips to your ear that I, Rick Grimes had every intentions of marrying Michonne Benton. She was not my Tutor. The girl with dreads not snakes for hair that was way smarter than me in high school. I wanted to be with her but was too stupid to stand up to friends that were ignorant as shit. 'I bet Michonne's pubic hair is like a brillo pad.' I fucking wasted a lot of time with no fucking backbone."
"Are you calling me to punish me with your delayed ass Epiphany to have a response to my wisecracks that was over 16 years ago just about? You and Lori are killing me! High school shit-get the fuck over it. I hope I am not the only phone call you make because I wasn't the only one who said shit. We all said shit. How was I or anyone at our age suppose to know that you would internalize it and let it dictate your fucking life?"
"Do you understand what I am saying to you?"
"I understand clearly, my friend. You wasted 12 years in a marriage to a woman you couldn't be faithful to. Even I knew your ass was cheating, just didn't have no idea with whom you would do it with or who would do it with you knowing how small our town is. Now, I understand the thing at Prom, Crazy random Tattoo with just the letter M on your forearm, the shit that went down at your Bachelor Party, the random fighting, and that big ass dent you have in the back of your new Charger. Either way it sounds like you grew some balls and a backbone."
"Time. I wasted time and I can't get it back."
"Well, this is the wrong phone number if you want to whine about regrets. I have a list of them and I am sure as shit you ain't called to compare list."
"Michonne fucking drives me crazy."
"You were fucking driving Lori crazy. She called me for answers. I am your best friend and there was shit up until now that I just didn't' know. Had no fucking clue. Wouldn't even been able to buy a clue."
"My parents knew."
"Yeah?"
"They said I was only quieter when masturbating."
"No shit? That's funny. You been banging away in your bedroom and those religious fanatics didn't say a thang?"
"They prayed that Michonne wasn't a teen pregnancy. They pushed Lori whenever they could at church."
"I thought it was Lori. We all thought Lori was going to be your first."
"She was my first time outside of Michonne and it was only because Michonne and I weren't clear about what the hell we were doing and what we meant to each other."
"I ain't clear about the shit you telling me. Why didn't you just leave Lori? Better yet why in the hell did you even get married in the first place?"
"Lori was pregnant."
"So."
"It just would have looked-"
"So."
"Easier for you to say. You never been in my shoes."
"Whoever shoes you wearing didn't even belong to you my friend. This is/was a side of you I didn't even know you were capable of, even though I had a gut feeling you were fucking around. We were doing a lot of fishing on the lake, when we weren't doing a lot of fishing at the lake."
"Sorry about that."
"Daryl knows how to tap dance too. Sometimes he would call me to give me a fucking heads up that we fishing or fished and what fish I caught. Your shit was crazy. Surprised it lasted as long as it did. I guess there are a lot of desperate Lori's out there in the world. Just crazy you kept it up for so long. The shit Lori tolerated from your ass."
"You don't even know the half."
"Whose pussy taste better?"
"What kind of question is that? I have been with other people outside of those two people."
"Is it a preference or-"
"I prefer Michonne. It's not just the sex and it ain't about her race. I am comfortable with her and I have no doubt that I love her and always have. She rear-ended my brand new Dodge Charger and I still want to fuck her brains out."
"I hope to never taste pussy like that. I pray to God."
"I love that woman more than my life."
"And this is a man that has a son saying this. I pray to never taste pussy that good."
"I'm going to lock her down. I got the ring and I reserved Elvis."
"Only in Vegas."
"She will have the window seat. I can picture her pissed off. We may just get thrown off before the plane takes off. She knows just how to push my buttons."
"Is this planned or impromptu?"
"We got tickets separately. If we're going to do this we just show up. I don't think she really think I'm going to show up and I am not sure if she will."
"Tickets would mean you're going to show up, right? You have aisle seat and she has-window."
"I have never been on a plane or to Vegas in my life. If that woman isn't on the plane and if it doesn't fall out the sky-."
"I will meet you there, Buddy. Just let me know if things don't go exactly as planned and I will be on the next flight out. I ain't never been neither. Moral support only. Not to marry you."
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A/N: My first attempt at a one shot. LOL. Hoped you enjoyed the randomness of plot.