Author's Note: Yes! A new story! Sorry it's short but hey! I am going to call it a prologue! Yes! I can do what I want! That is the sole reason I write. I say what happens. And if this is a short chapter, I shall call it a prologue! Ha ha ha! I am mad with power! I should not be allowed to touch anything that can form words for my words are dangerous! Mwuah ha ha ha!
Sorry. I've been trying to write all evening and this is the first thing that's actually turned out right. Just thought I'd give you guys a taste of it and tell me if you like it! What kind of sacrifice on your part is it to take less than a minute out of your busy life to enhance my mood for the entire day?
"There's just something I think you should know Brooke." It was about time he should tell her. Things were going good between them. If they were ever going to take things to any higher level (emotionally or otherwise) he was going to have to tell her.
"What is it?" He wanted to tell her not to worry. He wanted to tell her that nothing was wrong. He didn't want to see that look on her face. She looked frightened. She looked nervous. What kind of girl wouldn't look nervous when her boyfriend said that he had something to tell her? Don't worry about it, Brooke! he screamed in his head. There's nothing to worry about.
But he didn't say those things. She needed to know. He just wasn't sure how she would react. Therefore, he was also worried and frightened and nervous. He hated the feeling and he hated knowing that she felt the same way. Would she still love him as much as she did now knowing what she soon would?
"Well, my mom had a hard time when she first had me." He started. "I mean, she got pregnant with me before she was even out of high school. She didn't want that for me. Before I was born, she met another woman who was in the same kind of position. When my mom had me, and the other lady had a girl, they decided to try to stop what happened to them from happening to us."
"What does that mean? What did they do?" Now she looked confused. Well, she should be confused. Maybe he could just stop now. Maybe he could finish with something other than the truth. They decided to… To let us live our own lives. Ha! That would be a weak finish.
He sighed. "It may sound sort of weird to you so just listen, okay?"
"Whatever it is you can tell me, Lucas. You know that." Now she looked concerned. Why did she have to have a face that showed her every emotion? And why did she have to have a face that looked so good while showing them?
"Well," here goes nothing. "they decided that when we grew up, we were going to get married."