I jumped out of bed and looked at Owen. He was laying on his side, sleeping soundly. On his right hand, there was a ring identical to mine.
I paced near the bed, trying to remember what happened last night. After a couple more minutes, I let out an angry sigh, coming up
with nothing. I walked over to my bed, and poked Owen between the eyes.
He stirred a little, but he didn't wake up. I poked him again. He still didn't wake up. I frowned, and punched his arm.
"OW!" He screamed, shooting up. He looked around and his eyes widened. Then he noticed me, and jumped out of bed.
"Oh my goddess! Why am I in your house?"
"Well, I don't know-" I held out my hand in front of him. "-Dear!" His eyes grew bigger and his mouth hung open.
"What?" He shouted. "We're married? How? When did we get married?"
I shrugged and shook my head. "Last night, I guess." Owen put his hand on his forehead and groaned.
"What are we gonna do?" he asked.
I thought for a minute. "I guess we go to Town Hall and...ask for a divorce."
Owen nodded. "Yeah. That sounds...sensible."
I motioned to the door. "Then let's go."
I opened the door and walked out, Owen at my tail. Owen and I were silent on the walk to Town Hall. I pushed open the large doors, and walked up to the counter. Gill looked up from his work and smirked.
"Well if it isn't our newly weds," he said, chuckling.
I rolled my eyes. "Where's Hamilton?"
"Upstairs."
"Thanks."
Owen and I started running up the stairs, when Gill called, "Nice wedding photos, by the way." "Shut up!" I shouted. When we reached the
top of the stairs, we could see Mayor Hamilton trying to reach a book on the top shelf.
Owen and I walked to where he was, and Owen grabbed the book for him.
"Oh, thank you-" The mayor looked at us and he smiled. "Well hello! What a nice surprise! Actually, I can't say it's a surprise. I was kind of expecting you two to show up."
"Hmm, I wonder why," I said, holding my hand out. "Mayor Hamilton, would you mind telling us what exactly happened last night?"
Hamilton sighed. "Well, Gill was working late here last night, when you two busted through the doors and demanded to get married. So Gill called me and told me to come here. When I got here, you asked me to marry you two. I tried to say no and tell you both to come to your senses, but you practically begged me. So I gave in, and now you two are married!" Hamilton smiled, but his smile disappeared when we saw our reactions.
Our mouths hung open and we were blinking a lot. My right eye was slightly twitching, which happens when I'm annoyed or really shocked, like now.
"But we were drunk!" I yelled.
The small man cleared his throat and added, "Well, the wedding was something to remember, in my opinion. You wanna see the pictures?" He led us over to a cabinet in the corner of the room, and pulled out a handful of pictures.
I took the pictures in my hand, and my eyes popped out of my head. The first picture showed Owen and I standing in front of the table in the church. I had my right arm around his shoulder and I was giving the peace sign with my other hand, while sticking my tongue out. Owen had his left arm around my waist, and was making a rocker sign with his other hand.
The second picture was of us dancing. Owen was disco-dancing, and I was trying to Irish dancing. The third picture showed me kissing my ring, and in the final picture, Owen had me over his shoulder with my butt facing the camera. He was giving the peace sign with his free hand and laughing.
I walked to the nearest bookshelf, and started banging my head against the wood. Owen turned to the mayor. "Well, Mayor Hamilton, we would like to get a divorce."
I stopped hitting my head against the bookshelf and strode next to Owen. Hamilton shook his head, an apologetic look on his face.
"I'm sorry, kids, but a married couple has to stay together for at least a year before they get divorced."
"What?" I exclaimed. Hamilton's eyes grew, and he backed up a little. "I'm sorry. But, we have a law that states: If a couple gets married, they must be together for at least a year before they are allowed to get divorced."
"No, no, no, please Hamilton," I begged him. "Can't you make an exception just this once?"
"I'm sorry Akari, but I'm the mayor. I can't just break a law."
"Well, can't you change the law?" Owen asked him.
"I could, but it would take a lot of work and time," he replied, shrugging. "It would be a lot more simple if you two just waited until next year
to get divorced. In the meantime, try to get along." The mayor started to walk away, but then stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Feel free
to keep the pictures," he called.
Then he continued to walk away, and back downstairs. I groaned, and looked at Owen, who sighed, and started banging his head against the wall.
Hello people! Rongirl here. Thanks for reading chapter 2! I'd like to give a shout-out to horseridersierra195 and lollipopdiego for being the first reviewers! Thank you, guys! Anyway, I'll put up the next chapter as soon as I can, which I hope won't be long. Thanks for reading! PEACE!
