Say You Will
If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe
Was it ridiculous to say he had found the girl of his dreams on first sight?
It was in a dig, in Egypt, of all places. Imagine that! What a non-cliche.
That's exactly what she was. She was sweaters and books and those lopsided glasses that fell halfway down her nose.
She was impulsive, and he couldn't resist.
She was blunt and bold, and while he had never in his life asked out a girl before, he found himself drawn to her. Even though he'd come to spy on her. Funny how things worked out, right?
Hope Cahill - beautiful, intelligent, and everything he's ever wanted.
(It was too bad, really, that his father had told him to stay away from the Cahills unless it was sabotage or the like.. They were Vespers. Bad news, he said they were.)
Arthur said that was one of the most idiotic things he'd heard, ever.
Was it ridiculous that he knew he wanted to marry her on first sight?
A wedding dress or a sweater, she looked beautiful either way. She would still pick a fight over the tiniest thing (she said he was adorable when he blushed, turned bright red) and she'd scrawl all over his arms with reminders in purple ink. She would write down names she liked, and when he asked her what she was doing, she made her response sound so obvious.
"Just picking out names for our future children," Hope smiled, nudging him.
Arthur smiled. She was so smooth, not an inch of hesitation. He asked her, once, why she was never nervous.
"I'm nervous. All the time. But I'm more impulsive than I am, nervous. I just try to make the best of things," she said, shrugging. "And when I mess up, I just fix it with humor."
"I wish I could do that," admitted Arthur. Studious, he'd always been slightly sarcastic but didn't have the wholesome, hearty humor that she had.
"No, you don't," she said, lightly. Hope fell onto his lap, her hair spilling across. Her eyes sparkled up at him. "I wish I could be more serious, like you. It's not that I don't take things seriously. Because I do, I really do. My mum, you, the Cahill family. Whatever the hell I'm destined to do."
Arthur wound a finger around her hair. "You're brilliant at archaeology, you know."
"I'm okay at it," Hope admitted, smiling lopsidedly.
"You're being modest," insisted Arthur. "You are one of the smartest women I know."
"And you're one of the smartest men I know. So we're at a standstill."
"I guess we are," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
Sometimes, impulses were great things, Arthur mused.
A second foray into the 39 Clues fandom, since I couldn't resist. Song lyric at the top is from 'Marry Me' by Train. How do you like this? A few words would suffice! :)