"Why do people get married?" Riley blew hair out of her face. John was lying across her bed while she was in her big recliner next next to the bed sitting Indian-style. Her hair was thrown up hastily and it was falling out of the clip. She wore sweats and one of John's baggy t-shirts and yet he still found her attractive.
"Cause people get mad if you live in sin for too long" was his reply. He was watching a football game so he didn't look at her as he spoke.
"What would you say to us forgetting all this crap and just packing a bag and getting married on a beach somewhere by a guy who speaks broken English" she suggested jokingly as she crawled next to him.
"Sounds kinda hot to me babe I'd definitely be into that"
"Really?"
"Yeah, in fact I'd prefer it"
"Really"
"Guys don't really want the whole fairy tale wedding crap they only do that to please their fiancees" John explained.
"You should write a book because you'd make millions" she kissed his bare shoulder.
He laughed at her. "Do you want to get married on a beach somewhere by a man with broken accent?"
"I think it would be incredibly romantic"
"Then lets do it"
"Seriously?"
"Yes, lets pack our bags and go"
"My dad will kill us"
"That just adds to the excitement" he kissed her.
"You really wanna do this?" she asked.
"Yes"
"Ok then start packing"
He jumped off the bed with giddy excitement like a little kid at Christmas. There was a mischievous gleam in his eyes which made Riley smile.
"Hurry up" he grabbed his duffel bag and began throwing clothing into it. He then grabbed her bag and began doing the same thing.
"Ready to go" he announced 20 minutes later.
"Foolish man" she laughed at him.
A/N: Short ass chapter I know but you know what I am just following the dream sequence.