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Named This Close by Flyleaf
(9/24/13)
I listened to the fire crackle outside while Troy's thumb massaged my palm lightly.
It was calming, just what I needed, and the exact reason why Troy took a little group of us out camping in the first place. He was getting annoyed with me stressing about the wedding so he decided to take me away from the situation.
"Sounds like our friends are having a fun time reconnecting," Troy mentioned quietly, his head near my feet.
Our tent size is impressive and Troy got a huge air mattress knowing anything less would not make me happy. He also brought an extreme amount of blankets too, so at the end of the bed is a monstrous pile of them under his head along with my shin, the other leg going across his chest, and one of his arms stretched up between my legs to hold one of my hands. It's an odd position but so comfortable and we just ended up like this.
I heard Taylor and Chad laughing out by the fire, their voices quiet like they were telling secrets to one another. It made me smile. Taylor came to town to try on her bridesmaid dress; it was the final fitting since the dress is done. Troy planned a little get away and everything just fell into place with her and Chad. He broke up with Paula, she was having problems with the doctor, and while I encouraged their reunion I did not push for it. This was all on them.
My eyes grew heavy. "Mmhm," I sighed with content.
Troy's free hand ran up and down my newly shaven leg. "How you feeling?" he questioned as he lifted my leg up to kiss it.
"Relaxed, this air mattress is fucking amazing," I breathed happily.
He chuckled. "Better be, it cost a pretty penny," he replied honestly. "And I'm glad you're feeling that way, this stress you're under is annoying the fuck out of me."
"Sorry we're getting married in less than two months!" I reminded him, but not being serious about my annoyance.
"Baby, almost everything is planned, Sharpay-"
"Sharpay is going to be having a baby very soon; she shouldn't be taking on so much. If I can help I will," I cut him off. "It's normal for a bride to be stressed this close to the wedding. Don't worry about it."
Troy groaned. "You act like worrying about you is something I can control," he insisted. "It's like how you worry about me and it kills me."
"I worry about you dying at work; you worry about me planning our wedding? Unfair," I countered with my eyes closed.
"I worry about you taking on too much. School, the wedding, being the godmother of Sharpay's baby, and so you're helping her even more, your family alone-"
"So I have responsibilities? What is wrong with that?" I questioned, staying surprisingly calm. This is all he talks about lately so I've gotten used to it.
He was quiet for a moment. "Nothing, never mind."
I opened my eyes and let out a long breath. "Come here," I urged, tugging on his hand. Troy rearranged himself between my legs so we were face to face. "I love that you care about me-"
"I more than care about you," he cut me off.
"You know what I mean, babe," I insisted. "But you really need to worry less. I'm fine. I know I have been stressed but in two months it will all be over and we'll be in Hawaii for ten whole days," I reminded him with wagging eyebrows.
"Having sex too," he added with a grin.
I chuckled. We haven't had sex since February, the weekend after Valentine's Day. We agreed not to have sex until the wedding to make it more special. Well, it was my idea and Troy agreed to it. That last weekend was one long weekend, we barely slept. We sleep too much now if you ask me, but I really want to wait. All we do anymore is foreplay and while that is amazing I miss making love. That is the reason why Troy's head was down near my legs; he had just finished eating me out and stayed at the end of the bed.
"Yes, having lots and lots of sex," I assured him.
All of a sudden the fire went out with a splash outside and giggles followed along with fast footsteps.
"Looks like they might be having lots and lots of sex right now," I laughed.
Troy moved to rest next to me, but our bodies stayed intertwined. "They'll be the next ones to get married," he stated.
"You don't think it will be Zeke and Sharpay?" I wondered.
"No, Zeke wants to prove to Sharpay's parents that he really deserves her first," he informed me. "They like him and all, but he wants to prove that there is no one better for her and he's not done doing that yet."
I kissed his lips lightly. "Are you ever scared to get married?"
"Not really. I know I will be a good husband, I know how to be good to you and be with you. I am scared to have kids. I am scared about being a dad. But kids come with marrying you and I am so scared of that. And the weird part is I want that more than anything once we get married," he rambled.
"You're going to be a good dad, I know it. I see you with the nieces and nephews, it comes naturally to you. I also know that me saying that won't help, you won't believe me until we have kids that you're going to be just fine," I responded with confidence.
Troy kissed me for a moment. "Are you scared of getting married?"
"Honestly, yeah," I answered. "Both our parents ended up in divorce, Troy, and I know we both say that divorce is not an option for us, but my parents didn't think that when they first got married either. My parents were so in love all of my life then suddenly..."
"I know you still carry that around with you," Troy mumbled. "It was so different for me. My mom was happier after, my dad is an ass, but you... your parents were happy for a long time whereas I don't know if mine ever truly were."
I nodded. "I do believe in marriage and I have you to thank for that and you know it. Still, I worry. We want so many kids and sometimes I think that the reason my parents-"
"Uh-uh, no, we are not going there," he cut me off. "You guys are your parents' life; they would not trade anything for any one of you, not even the timing of you. Your parents both just changed and that happens but I know that I will never let that happen to us, I do not care what it takes. I will never agree to a divorce with you, not even if that is what you want in the future."
"Ugh, do not make me emotional," I whispered.
"I am good at it," he replied. "That is why I know I will be a good husband to you. I know just how to get under your skin and into your head and your heart," he said. "Was that last part too much? I was going for cheesy but," he stopped as I kissed him with a smile.
"You're fucking adorable," I stated.
"I try," he laughed. "Just don't worry, baby, marriage isn't going to be much different from what we are now. We live together, we're looking for a house already, and we're planning kids. The only difference is we will be having sex and your last name will be Bolton," he said.
A smile broke out across my face. "And that whole emotional connection people say you get when you're married," I added on.
"Oh, of course," he agreed while kissing my neck gently.
"Let's get just all this heavy talk over with at once," I mentioned after a minute. "We both know that this camping trip wasn't just for me, it was for you too," I reminded him.
Troy rested his forehead on mine. "You know I haven't wanted to talk about it," he murmured.
"It's been almost a month, Troy. You have to talk about it. I don't care if it is to me or Chad or your mom, but you have to talk about it," I insisted.
He sighed and I threaded my hands into his too-long hair. He looks too high school-y with his hair long, I prefer short, messy hair Troy, he looks more his age, not to mention my age. "I..."
"Your dad still affects you and you hate it. You weren't sure if you wanted him to come at all, but you went out on a limb and called him. He was a dick and said no. You got angry and upset and you hate it," I repeated.
Troy pulled me closer. "Yeah. That's it," he agreed.
"That's not it," I urged. "You still care, talk to me about it," I pleaded.
"That is just it, I care. My own father doesn't want to come to my wedding when I should have expected that," he told me. "I never should have called him."
"You calling him just shows that you are a better person, you're not like him, and I know becoming like him is one of your biggest fears," I said. "Troy, we both know he hasn't been like a dad to you since you were seventeen."
He nodded, his fingers combing through my hair. "After all of these years I still want his acceptance and I don't know why," he admitted.
"Because you were raised to impress him, you want him to be impressed by you, to be proud of you, to... want you," I whispered. "But you have to know that it is his fault for not acknowledging how amazing you are. You are a wonderful person, you save lives almost every day, you are a good friend, a fucking amazing boyfriend, fiancé, soon to be husband, whatever, and you are all anyone can want out of a son. Please don't let his jackass-ness get to you. Your mom is proud of you and I know that you love that, baby."
He nodded again. "I know my mom is proud of me, of us, and can't wait for us to get married and have kids," he breathed. "And you're right, I do want him to want me, but I- I want to be through with wanting him."
"Maybe you should go see Carlina," I suggested. I don't see her much anymore, not since I worked through most of my issues. I don't feel the need for a therapist now, but if I ever do I definitely will go to her. I still miss my therapist from college, Grace, she practically saved my life.
Troy let out a long breath. "Maybe I will," he said. "Stupid daddy issues," he joked to lighten the mood.
"Our kids won't have daddy issues," I stated. "Maybe some mommy issues since I'm crazy," I laughed.
Troy laughed too. "I don't know, our girls might, you know how protective I can be," he continued our banter.
"Well, these kids are just fucked, aren't they?" I teased.
"In a good way," Troy countered. "And that sounds so weird."
"But in a good way," I mimicked. Once again my eyes slid closed and I suppressed a yawn.
Troy moved next to me. "Here, up," he urged and I sat up as he requested. He put one of his shirts on me, and then laid me back down before slipping underwear up my legs.
I snuggled down into our blankets and Troy once he dressed himself as well. "Mm, if this is how camping is always going to be let's do it more often," I whispered as Troy brought me to his chest.
"Will do," he murmured and I quickly fell asleep.
In the morning Troy and I were the last to wake. I knew this to be so when I heard numerous voices outside of the tent and counted Chad, Taylor, Kara, and Tommy; the whole gang.
I turned my head to find Troy looking back at me. "G'morning," I greeted.
Troy reached his hand down to link with mine, and then brought it to his lips for a kiss. "Sleep well?" he questioned.
I nodded with a smile and scooted back closer to Troy. "Best I have in a while," I answered. "Thanks for this, baby. I needed a weekend away."
Troy's face nuzzled my neck. "Me too, believe me," he agreed. "Talking about my dad last night..." he trailed off. "Sometimes I forget how just talking about it, not even solving anything, can help."
I stroked his cheek. "You're the one who taught me that," I reminded him with a kiss.
More laughter came from the outside and the smell of food was making my mouth water. "We should get out there," Troy mumbled while sitting up and handing me one of his pullover sweatshirts and a pair of my sweatpants.
I slipped into a pair of moccasins while Troy got dressed much like me, warm and casual. When we exited our tent we found our friends around a fire, Tommy cooking on our camping grill, and coffee, which made me squeal with glee.
Kara laughed while pouring me a cup. I instantly brought it to my lips and moaned a little when it touched my taste buds.
"I miss making you make that noise," Troy mentioned while getting a cup for himself.
I smiled. "You made me make that noise last night."
"It's not the same," he frowned and began to get a big plate of food for the both of us. I took his mug and brought it over to our makeshift table.
"So how was your night?" I questioned Taylor with wagging eyebrows, noticing Chad was now nowhere to be seen.
Taylor smiled to herself. "Good. Really good," she said with that same smile.
"How good?" I teased.
My friend rolled her eyes. "We didn't have sex, Gab. We did pretty much everything but though," she informed me. "I- I think I forgot how well Chad and I are together. Last night when we were just talking it was like nothing ever happened, like we were just Chad and Taylor again. It was nice, something I missed so much, but didn't know it until last night. Just reconnecting with him is," she stopped and smiled.
"I think that smile says it all," I cooed.
"You know in the movies when before someone gets married they have one last hurrah, like they do something to make sure that person they are with is the right person?" she questioned and I nodded. "I feel like that is what Eric, er, the doctor was," she explained. "I had a lot of fun with him, but we never really connected, not the way Chad and I do. Eric was just one long last hurrah, but he wasn't a mistake. Had I never gone with Eric for the past few months I wouldn't feel so right about Chad right now. You know, it is like you and Robbie."
"What about Robbie?" Troy asked while sitting down next to me with food.
"We're having girl talk, shoo for five minutes," I urged and with a kiss Troy walked away with a shake of his head. "I'm really happy for you Tay. Did you and Chad talk about any of this?"
Taylor shook her head violently. "No and I do not want to, yet. I just want to be away for the rest of the weekend, keep reconnecting. We can deal with the heavy stuff when we're back home before I go back East," she told me.
"But you want Chad, right? You want to live here with him, get married, have kids, the works?" I wondered.
"I believe so," she responded with a confident nod. "I won't pull Chad away from here again, it's all he knows, this is where he flourishes, and I know that now. He's an Albuquerque boy and there is nothing wrong with that. I know I can fit in here, I know there are a few hospitals around here," she stopped to look up at Chad who was drinking coffee with Troy, but was looking at her too. "Even if Chad needs a little time to re-adjust I'm going to do my damnedest to make things right and build a life here with him," she stated.
"Aw, Tay!" I cooed with a hug. "I am so happy you're doing this," I whispered.
"Me too," she agreed quietly.
"Alright, enough girl talk, I am starving," Troy stated as he came over and dove right in to our mountain of food.
I looked over to see Kara and Tommy kissing by the grill. It's nice seeing the people you love happy all around you. I hope my life is always like this.
-xoxo-
My eyes glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
Troy is late. And I hate when he is late. I get nervous and more stressed and want to wring his neck when he gets home. Then the front door opened quietly and closed with the same amount of noise.
Quickly, I snuggled into the blankets and pillows with my eyes shut.
I heard him come into the room with a yawn and the shuffling of his clothes—he's undressing, of course. Afterwards he went into the bathroom and I opened my eyes with a sigh. I don't like to let him know that I lie awake worrying about him, it'd only make him worry more about me and I definitely do not need that. I just hate when he works late and I go to sleep without knowing everything is okay. Most nights I manage to fall asleep, just not lately, not when the wedding is so close and everything is going too well.
After a few minutes in the bathroom Troy returned and slowly got into bed, trying to be careful to not wake me. I have school tomorrow and I am going to feel like shit for being up so late, but I did manage to nod off a few times.
Troy scooted close to me and wrapped an arm around me before kissing my forehead and getting comfortable. In less than five minutes he was sleeping, I could tell by the subtle snoring sounds.
I opened my eyes to look at his face. His hair is still too long, he's holding off on cutting it until right before the wedding and I figured I'd give him that luxury.
My hand reached out and grazed the side of his face. Everything is just going so well, no wedding comes together this easily. I would know, I've been to enough of them with the size of my family. Hell, even before Serena's wedding there was a fist fight outside the night before. What is going to happen before mine?
I looked at Troy's face and bit my lip. I have the worst feeling and hoped it would leave the pit of my stomach soon.
After school I came home to an apartment full of boys, the firefighters, of course. They all shouted one kind of greeting to another to me as I set my stuff down and kicked off my heels.
"Hey, baby," Troy came up behind me with his arms winding around my hips.
I turned in his arms. "Hello," I smiled with a long kiss. "You didn't make any plans tonight, right?" I questioned immediately afterwards. He seemed to think about it. "Well, my parents can't make it to AJ's game tonight and my mom called-"
"Yes, I'll go with you," Troy cut me off.
For a little fun near the end of the year East High and the neighboring high schools that are willing to participate all join a little made-up league just to gain some pride, respect, and see what to expect for next year. Of course, East is doing well and my parents never miss a game without making sure one Montez or another shows up and this time I have been chosen.
"Good, AJ almost jizzed when I said you might come," I teased with another kiss.
Troy smiled. "I made it to a few of last season's games, didn't I? I'm a good brother-in-law, he shouldn't expect any less," he defended himself while I stepped over the boys' mess and went to the kitchen with the blinds closed.
"You are a good brother, Troy, you're also his hero and mentor and whatever else it is guys say," I reminded him and grabbed a drink from the fridge.
My fiancé nodded and leaned against the kitchen counter. "So, last night when I got home from work you were awake, huh?" he spoke up after a moment.
I froze mid gulp for a second. "I- woke up?" I responded questioningly.
Troy raised an eyebrow. "Brie, I saw you look at me as I came in the bedroom," he informed me.
Well, fuck. I shrugged. "I just woke up and you were due home soon so I stayed awake, but by the time you got back I was tired and didn't want to wake back up, so," I stopped with another shrug.
"Didn't we talk about lying and being honest about our feelings even if they are unneeded and don't know why they are happening?" he asked like a father would to his daughter.
I frowned. "I- well-"
"Hey, T, we're heading out, man," Tommy poked his head in the kitchen and hand-slapped Troy. "Later, Gab," he added with a wink towards me, then went on his way with the other guys.
Troy waited until all of the guys were gone and the door closed behind them. "Well?" he urged me on.
I sighed and remained quiet.
He came over to me and lifted me up onto the counter. He put a hand on either side of me and looked right into my eyes. "You know they punish liars, don't you?" he questioned, a grin plastered on his face.
I bit my lip. "They do?" I played along.
He nodded. "Yes. With no orgasms until the wedding night," he stated. I literally gasped. That is just cold! "So you might want to start singing like a canary, babe."
I pursed my lips together. "I'm calling your bluff," I replied with squinted eyes. "You can't go that long either, Bolton."
"The difference between you and me, Bolton, is that I have no problem masturbating," he reminded me. I huffed in annoyance. "Now, tell me why you're getting, like, no sleep and stressing yourself out more which make me stress out," he demanded.
With a push I moved Troy and jumped down from the bar. "No," I answered simply, then walked away.
I don't want to do this now. I want to go to my little brother's game and enjoy ourselves. We can do everything later.
"What do you mean 'no'?" he insisted. He was following me, of course.
I went into the closet. "I mean no I am not going to tell you because we can talk about everything later. I just want to go out with my fiancé and see my little brother's basketball game and have fun."
Troy watched me change with no shame. "Bullshit," he responded. "That is complete bull and you know it. We always talk about things, that is why we don't fight nearly as much as other couples and why my friends call me a little bitch," he stated. "But I don't give a fuck because I would much rather just talk with you than cause drama later and you are causing drama for later. So just tell me what is up so we can go out tonight and have fun," he finished.
"We never do things the way I want to!" I whined, pushing past him once again, now wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a thin black sweater that falls off my shoulder, so I had a white cami on underneath.
"What?" he laughed, not taking me seriously.
"Troy!" I exclaimed, stomping my foot in frustration. "Just leave things be!"
His smile vanished. "No," he replied. "You're my fiancé, something is bothering you and I know it. I know you. Now tell me," he ordered.
"No, because I've," my voice shook. "I've been feeling like something bad is going to happen before the wedding and-" I stopped as I began to sniffle. I hated it. I hate crying. I hate getting emotional like this. "You know half the time when I have a feeling something does happen and I hate it and it's because I'm Mexican," I began to ramble.
"Brie," Troy came forward to console me, but I stepped back.
"I've had a horrible feeling and I- I've been worried about you at work so I've been staying up late when you work nights to make sure everything is okay. And I keep checking in with Sharpay to make sure she's doing okay. And I keep checking in with my family to make sure nothing is out of the ordinary. Well apparently Vince told all the brother's he's bisexual and didn't think it was important to tell me, but whatever, I've known for a few years now," I went on.
"What? Vince is bisexual? So? Is that the bad thing? Babe, that is not a big deal," he insisted.
I shook my head. "No, Troy! I've been so busy checking up on everyone else I haven't been checking on me and-" my voice broke off.
Troy's face turned very serious. "Brie, just tell me what the fuck is going on," he ordered in a tense tone.
"I'm late," I confessed. He stood still. "As in my period..."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he spoke up, then he let out a breath. "Phew, I thought something serious was happening," he mumbled and let his shoulders droop.
"Serious? This is serious, Troy!" I practically shouted. "I could be pre- you know," I said and sat on the bed. "I was at work today and Kara was complaining about cramps and we're on the same cycle because we're together so much and-" I sniffled again.
"Brie," Troy sat down next to me with an arm around me. "It wouldn't be the end of the world. We're discussing it anyways and we're getting married in a month and a half," he reminded me. "It isn't like last time, we're not seventeen, we're not in high school. We'll just have to hurry into a house and everything," he assured me.
I shook my head. "I don't want this right now," I admitted in a whisper, feeling horrible about it. "My mom was so proud that I was the daughter getting married after college before I got pregnant. I know that isn't much, but I was happy to give that to her and now I might not be. I didn't want to rush into anything. I wanted to find a house that we loved and have a little time as newlyweds before worrying about kids. Sure, I figured I'd go off birth control this summer, but-" I stopped again. "What is wrong with me?" I questioned desperately. "I might be pregnant with your baby and I don't want it."
Troy turned himself towards me and pulled me close. "It's not that you don't want it, Brie, it's that you don't want it yet," he corrected me.
I rested my head on his shoulder. "Aren't you disappointed in me?" I asked quietly.
"No," he practically laughed. "Never. You're a planner, Brie, that's all. We both know if you are pregnant in a week or two you'd be singing a whole different tune, talking about color schemes and names and all that other crap."
I bit my lip. "Yeah," I agreed in the same low voice.
He pulled away. "You didn't take a test yet?" he questioned and I shook my head. "Look, I'll head out to the drug store and grab one-"
"Grab three," I corrected him. He gave me a confused look. "From three different brands. It's like a shoe size, you have to try different types to see what fits right."
"How do you make sure a pregnancy test fits right?" he wondered.
I rolled my eyes. "Just do it please," I sighed.
Troy kissed me and headed out to the store. Sometimes boys don't understand that pregnancy tests aren't 100% positive or negative, you need to take a few.
I sat on the bed, holding a pillow to my chest, and a drinking a bottle of water.
I had been worrying so much about everyone else I forgot about me. Why do I always forget my period? It is so stupid of me, as a woman you would think I would notice I am over a week late, but nope. I'm usually so regular and since I'm on birth control my cramps are under control so all it really is anymore is an annoyance, but I'm not even having sex to dread it.
As sad as it sounds, I didn't want to be pregnant, but I am sure Troy is right. If I am we'll handle it and in a few weeks I'll be excited and Sharpay will be freaking out about our kids being best friends like us. If I am pregnant I'll have to fix my wedding dress! No! It's so perfect; it's finally finished and perfect.
Again, Troy is right, I am a planner. I wanted to get married, go on our honeymoon, then go off birth control middle to end of summer. I wanted to find the perfect house and decorate it just the way I wanted it. I had everything so planned out this just interrupts the whole thing!
I let out a long breath. I need to calm down. I am so stressed that could be the exact reason I don't have my period. For a bride before her wedding that makes perfect sense. There are reasons I could be late.
Just then Troy came in with a bag full of boxes. In a flash I was up and snatched the bag from his hand and ran to the bathroom. Troy stopped the door from slamming shut and came in after me.
"Don't watch me pee!" I exclaimed.
"Brie, I've seen you pee like a hundred times," he reminded me.
"This is different," I insisted. "This time is like a mission, I have a reason for peeing."
"Like emptying your bladder isn't enough?" With a sigh he turned and also switched on the water faucet on. I followed the instructions on the boxes and luckily I peed just enough for all three. I drank a lot of a water.
When I was done I set a timer on my phone and sat next to him on the bathroom sink.
"So, oxygen and nitrogen are sitting in a bar and then gold walks in. Then the two yell, AU, get out the bar," Troy spoke up after a minute or two. "Because AU is the-"
"Symbol for gold, I know," I completed with a laugh. "Did you hear the one about why the chicken crossed the road?" I questioned.
"To get to the other side," he answered. "Duh."
"Yeah, but do you get it?" I asked. "To get to the other side, you know, like the afterlife," I informed him.
Troy's eyes got wide. "My entire childhood is a lie," he gasped jokingly.
I laughed. We traded bad jokes back and forth until the timer on my phone went off, signaling all three tests are ready. I timed it for the longest one.
Before I jumped off the sink Troy grabbed my hand. "Listen, if it's positive and you're upset-"
"I won't be, not really," I assured him. "It's your baby. But if it is positive this whole no sex thing is going out the window real fast," I mumbled while heading over to the tests.
A minus sign, a not pregnant, and one line. All three negative.
"And?" Troy asked after a minute from the sink.
I turned and shook my head. He smiled a little and came over to me. "I'm not pregnant," I sighed with relief.
"No sex today," he sighed along with me. He took my hands in his. "You're probably late from all this stress and worrying, do I have to take you camping again?" he questioned and I shook my head with a smile. "Aren't you glad you told me? Now we know nothing is wrong and we both can have fun tonight with no worrying."
I wrapped my arms around him and let the tension in my shoulders lift away. "Crisis averted... for now," I said against his shirt.
"Uh-uh. Brie, nothing bad is going to happen before our wedding!" he assured me.
"Shh! Don't say that! That makes bad things happen!" I reminded him, pretending to throw salt over my shoulder.
"By the way what does being Mexican have to do with knowing things?" he questioned, trying to hold back his laugh.
I rolled my eyes. "We are in tuned with ourselves and nature, duh," I informed him.
"You and nature? Babe, you're afraid of thunderstorms and when it goes below 40 degrees outside you complain and burrow underneath every blanket we have demanding to move to Hawaii or some shit," he reminded me.
"Well, I hate the cold! I am Mexican, I like the warmth! And who would not like to live in Hawaii?" I demanded to know.
"Stop using Mexican as an excuse! That is like saying I like tea because I'm English," he responded.
"But you don't like tea."
"Exactly."
I furrowed my brow at him. "I'm still right!" I exclaimed.
"Of course you are," he said with a roll of his eyes.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me!" I ordered.
"You rolled your eyes at me!" he replied.
"I'm allowed!" I insisted.
Troy sighed. "Maybe your period is rearing its ugly head, you're getting more moody than normal," he teased, then ran when I glared.
I pounced at Troy, making us go tumbling onto the bed. "Take it back, Bolton!" I demanded while holding him down.
"No because I don't care if you are getting your period and I would have been happy if you were pregnant... after the scared as fuck moment," he said and rolled us over.
"Stop being so cute because I don't have my period yet so I would be tempted to just jump on your dick," I told him.
He smiled. "Really? Hm," he commented. "Nah, you have to suffer since you're the one who enacted this whole no sex thing. I am making you stick to it."
I lifted my neck up to kiss him. "Want to go roam around the mall acting annoyingly cute then get dinner before the game?" I propositioned.
Troy shrugged with a nod. "Why not?" he agreed and got off of me.
As Troy led the way out of the bedroom I hopped onto his back and kissed his cheek. "I like fighting like this than the usual screaming at each other way," I mentioned.
He nodded. "Hey, Brie, what did the Englishmen say to the Mexican?" he questioned as we put our shoes on. I waited for him to tell me because I didn't know.
"Hop off my dick," he executed quite badly, then ran off down the hall.
I shook my head and grabbed my purse. "Get back here, Bolton!" I insisted and ran to catch up to him.
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Next up is THE WEDDING!
I am trying to end it, I am pretty much out of storylines for this part and am gearing up for the third part!
Read and review please!
- Kayleigh