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11) Go
Pretty much the whole plane trip me and George were asleep. He was asleep every time we were on a plane, and I never was, but that was differemt today. I really have no idea about what happened on the plane.
It was around lunch time when we got to our hotel. Me and Goerge went up to our room, this one was like our last one, but a bit bigger.
"If I get to marry you, either when Davis won't let me see you,cor I just feel like marrying you, I'll take you to any place in the world." George told me, then kissed the top of my head.
I turned around and hugged him.
"I would love that." I said.
Truly it might just be the worst idea in the world to marry him. But I don't know, maybe that could work. But again, maybe not. It really wouldn't be the smartest idea ever, marrying someone you've known for barely three months. Even though by the time we got married, it would be longer than that. But that's for later worrying.
I walked into the bedroom; George was laying on the bed (this room only had one bed, oh the joy). I layed next to him.
"George, what would happen if we got married?" I asked him.
"I don't know, I've never been married before. All that I know is that you really wouldn't see much of me, since I'd be gone so much." He answered.
"But I feel like that would be a bad decision." I told him.
"Well, if that's what you think, then we could just pretend." He suggested.
"Pretend? What do you mean pretend?" I asked him.
"Like, just say we're married, but not legally married, with papers and such. I could be engaged to you and and we could have rings and all that, but not truly be married." He explained.
"That wouldn't be a terrible idea. Other than the last name thing." I said.
"Would we ever really get married?" I asked him.
"Sure we would. But later, nit a y time soon, unless you think it's a good time to do that. And then we can really be married and do whatever married people do." He answered.
"What do married people do?" I asked.
"I don't know. Of course I really don't know that many married people. I know Richie's married. To this woman named Rose, and their daughter's name is Elle. They make me babysit her when they go and do stuff, cause I'm the closest person that's alone. But Elle's not bad. She likes me, and I like her. She's six months old and the most wonderful thing. One day I'll let you meet her." He said.
"You talking about her like she's your kid." I said.
"I do kind of wish she was. If I ever had my own kid, I'd want one like her." He told me.
"You have to let me meet her. Next time you get her, let me come over." I said.
"I would. And, because you would most likely me married to me then, I could just tell you to come downstairs or whatever, since you would live with me." He said.
"OK. well, then, tell me to come downstairs next tine you get to see her." I said.
This took forever and ever to write, I know. And it's short and not even good. But I try. And I'm still not sure if they should get "married" or not. ~Blair