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Hello, all! :)
I get the feeling most of you didn't expect this to be a multichapter. Well, it is. This is the second installment of Trouble Articulating. It's more fluff than humor, though, so I hope it suffices.
Dear God. Sweet baby Jesus. Holy fucking shit.
I looked at the ring in my hand and thought: Am I really going to do this? What will she say? Oh. Well. Of course she'll say yes. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper. Any normal girl would be lucky to have me.
Thinking over my girlfriend's personality, my eyes widened with panic. OH, MY GOD, SHE'S GONNA SAY NO.
Normally, a manly stud such as Chad Dylan Cooper wouldn't freak out over such trivial and frivolous stuff. But of course, it's not every day you ask the love of your life to marry you after six years of dating. All I wanted to do right then and there was bang my head against the wall. Yes. Chad Dylan Cooper was wimping out. Again.
Taking a glance at the ring once more, I felt my stomach churn. (I have tummy issues. Is that so wrong?) It took me long enough to tell her my feelings and a longer time to ask her to move in with me. How the hell was I going to ask her to marry me?!
I groaned and put my head in my hands. There was nothing I wanted more than to be able to call Sonny my wife. But there was the entire process of getting down on one knee and asking her the question. And we all know how well I do with my feelings. Let the eye rolling commence.
To be honest, I was terrified to death. What would she say? How would she react? Would she say yes? So many questions. They'd all be answered by another question. If I ever got around to asking her, that is.
Groaning again, I pulled myself up from the couch to my feet, pacing anxiously as I waited for Sonny to come home from her outing with Tawni. I gripped the box tightly as if to prevent the ring from falling out (which I hope it wouldn't. The stupid thing cost me a fortune. Even if I could afford several dozen of the rings, I just didn't like splurging a lot). Suddenly, I heard the doorknob turn and whipped my head around to look at the person who opened the door but was disappointed by the view.
"Chad, would you help me with this?!" a high, squeaky voice demanded from behind a stack of boxes in her arms. The blonde curls bounced with every step Tawni took, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her bags.
I rolled my eyes and walked past Tawni, knowing she'd left Sonny the heavier load of crap. I ignored the indignant shriek of "Hey!" and walked to my girlfriend, who was busy hefting bags out of her car. As she was attempting to lift a particularly heavy package from the trunk, I snatched it up with ease and put it on the ground, chuckling. Kind of surprised, Sonny turned around to face me.
"And the totally buff Chad Dylan Cooper comes to the rescue of his fair damsel," I joked, giving her a quick peck on the lips.
Sonny let out a sardonic laugh. "It would've been nice if the totally buff Chad Dylan Cooper came to the rescue of his fair damsel when the blonde, red-talon beast had swooped in and kidnapped her a few hours prior," she quipped, giving me a playful glare. "But I guess I'll have to reward you for that last feat anyways." Her face adapting a mischievous look, Sonny put her hand on my neck and pulled me in for a deep kiss.
Man, in all my 23 years of life, no one had ever kissed me like Sonny did.
A slight cough reached my ears. Annoyed, I broke the kiss to turn to the source. Tawni. Bitch. Raising an eyebrow, Tawni gave me a smirk and questioned smugly, "Am I interrupting something?"
"Obviously," Sonny spat. I figured she was just as much pissed off at her as I was. Just because the she couldn't find a man didn't mean she could pester us to fill the time.
"Sorry, but it's time for dinner," bluntly reported Tawni who raised an eyebrow at us.
"I didn't prepare any food."
"I know. I'm starving, so chop chop, you two." For emphasis, Tawni clapped her hands twice, and then she flipped her hair and strutted into the house.
I rolled my eyes and turned to back to Sonny and almost chuckled aloud at the annoyed expression in her eyes. "Hey, Sonny?" This was it. I was gonna ask her.
A grunt was her response.
I meant to give a good-natured chuckle, but it came out as a nervous whimper. "Um, I gotta tell you something."
"What?" All of her annoyance was gone, and she focused her undivided attention at me. Great. Make me more nervous, huh, Sonny?
"I've been trying to work up the nerve to say this all week, so"—I got down on one knee—"I figured this was the time to say it." I smiled when I saw Sonny's face match her red lipstick. "You're beautiful and witty—completely deserving of Chad Dylan Cooper," I managed to sneak in, "and you're perfect in every way. You're the only woman who can kiss me like that and leave me feeling dazed afterwards. You're the only woman who can make me think so much and panic at the same time. Sweet baby Jesus, woman, you even make me doubt my manliness at times!"
Sonny gave a weak chuckle and hastily wiped her eyes. "Go on," she prompted.
I smiled nervously. "Sonny Munroe, you're the only girl for me. Would you please, please, please"—I reached into my pocket and grabbed the small box, opening it in front of her—"grant me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered breathily, getting on her knees to give me a loving kiss. "Yes, Chad, I'll marry you."
"Really, Sonny? Will you really?"
"Yes, Chad. Really."
I reached for her left hand and slipped the ring onto her ring finger. Good God, it felt nice to do that. I got up and pulled her along with me before giving her a deep kiss. Pulling away, I muttered, "Let's go out to eat. Panda Express, my treat."
Sonny beamed up at me. "Which one?"
"The one next door to the hotel," I said, smirking wolfishly.
"Go, go, go!" Sonny hastily slammed the trunk door shut. She shoved me into the passenger's seat of her car and dashed to the drivers' seat on the other side. I had no idea Sonny could drive that fast.
We never even set foot in Panda Express that day.
Tawni had been waiting for at least ten minutes, and there was no sign of Chad of Sonny. Neither of them had come up to bring bags or cook dinner for her. Where the hell were they? Getting up from her spot on the lounge chair, she went to look out the door to see what they were up to. What she found wasn't what she wanted to see.
Sonny and Chad were kissing deeply, their hands all over the place. Then Chad pulled away and murmured something to Sonny, and the two of them rushed into the car and drove away as fast as they could. Where were they going?!
"WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT?!" shrieked Tawni indignantly, placing her hands on her hips. Then a thought struck her. There was something shiny on Sonny's left hand. Something silvery with diamonds. Oh, no. No, it couldn't be...
With a deadpanned expression, Tawni looked up into the sky. "That is so fucking cruel."
Heh, I hope you liked it! I know it was kinda rushed and corny, but I hope it was decent.
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