A Special Occasion

It had been two years, three hundred and sixty four days since I had my first kiss with Amata. Since then we had our own series of laughs, arguments and drama pieces. Our first date was our most eventful night, though, not because of what happened, but what happened after. When Butch was admitted to the vault hospital, the overseer took his chance and sentenced me with two months house arrest for "Attempted murder on a fellow vault member" he would have gotten me executed if he was allowed, but it was against the vault manual to sentence anyone to death.

So he settled for house arrest. I kept quiet in my room and Officer Gomez, when he was on guard, let Amata slip in and bring me some of the school work we had to catch up on. The Friday after the incident, we had a nice home takeaway while watching something on the old holotape projector. We would sit in the living room while my dad was out working and watch re-runs of "Charley Chaplin" and our favourite movie; "Blue Moon".

After a month and a half I was set of with good behaviour, but the overseer threatened me that if I did that again, I would be put in one of the vault security cells to rot. I was wary not to go cross him again. Amata and I couldn't have been happier after that. Sure we had out little fights about little things. But apart from that, we were happy.

Our favourite memory together had to be when we was both turned eighteen and we were both drunk off our heads. I had asked her to marry me and she had agreed. We both, apparently, demanded that we were to be married right then and there by Amata's farther. The only thing that stopped him, as Amata could make her own choices when she was eighteen, was the fact that both of us ended up passed out on the floor at his feet. He had gotten Officer Mack to take us back to our quarters and we woke up the next day with one of the worst headaches we had ever had.

On our first anniversary, I had managed to find in one of the vault storage rooms a big pile of scrap metal and spare electronics, which, after a couple of months, I had managed to turn into a working television set, with a holotape player built in. She was thrilled and we began to watch old television series like a science fiction called Doctor Why. What she gave me that night... Well I couldn't really tell you. Let's just say that if she wasn't on the pill, we might have broken my dad's promise on our first date.

As we grew older, we had many of our peers start to date too, like Gorge French and Helga Red, so we weren't the only couple in the vault. That was a huge relief to us, as in the couple of months of dating, people were watching us like we were they're favourite holotape series. We left the other couples alone, only once having a double date with one couple and it ending with us all being drunk and us almost making out with the other couples other half. Luckily my dad was on the scene to send us all tour quarters.

Hostility between our parents, however, hadn't been quieted since we got together, it seemed. Our fathers would keep going on and on to each other about my dad's latest project, or an unsigned birth certificate. There was one point where he did actually have me locked up with my farther, for "Going against the vault manual", even though it was only for a day: again Amata saved us by her encyclopaedia of a brain. It turns out that my dad was trying to fix a broken pipe, and it seemed that it worked... but it required tampering with the vault water chip.

So we kept things slow for these few years, only venturing so far as love and sex. But that was all about to change. I had found something else while I was in the vault storage rooms, and I had held on to it for a long time, and tomorrow I was going to use it. I had not said anything to anyone, not even my dad.

Tomorrow on the seventeenth of August 2277, I'm going to ask Amata Almodovar to marry me for real.

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AN: I have no idea how this turned into a three shot. I really don't. Anyway, the date is very significant; as that's the date the Lone Wonderer's dad leaves the vault and, obviously, so does the LW. So I tried to make it ironic and a bit of a sad ending. But, I am thinking of a story which follows the story of the Lone Wonderer coming back to the vault for a third time. I may or may not have a lemon in it; I'll have to see about that.

Blame the bunnies!

Till next time,

Umbra-Luna :P