Authors Note: Ok, Chapter 3.I'd like to thank Zelda for reviewing.xP You'll
be happy to know that now I use an editor. Ok, I'd better get on with the
story! By the way, I made a grammatical error in Chapter 2 -
He shrugged. "The meetings bound to be sooner or later."
That should have actually been meeting's with an apostrophe. FORGIVE ME!
It May have Been | Chapter 3 | Proposal
Garion gaped at Zubrette, feeling the hairs on his neck rising. His cheeks felt hot, and he could have sworn they were turning the deepest shade of red they possibly could. He foolishly rubbed his cheeks, all the while knowing that it was of no use.
Zubrette smiled coyly at him. "What's the matter?" she asked with an overly dramatic, concerned tinge on her tone. Garion coughed, and smiled at her sheepishly.
"Nothing.nothing," he spluttered. He was enjoying this all, of course, but he did wish it wasn't so awkward. He idly wondered how Zubrette could be so calm, so cruel even, under the present circumstances. After all, she had all but asked outright for a proposal.
Zubrette shifted impatiently. "Well?" she asked rather impatiently. "Are you going to propose, or are you not?"
Garion gasped. He had made a mistake somewhere. He should have seen that coming. He felt Zubrette's expectant gaze upon him, and he melted away inside. His throat constricted, and he could barely get the words out.
Garion swallowed. He found it helped, especially when you've been asked for a proposal by the girl you really love, who also happens to be the one person you don't want to look stupid in front of. "Will.you.um." he started, hesitantly, shyly.
Zubrette rolled her eyes. "No, Garion, I don't want to um you!" She fiddled with her braids, looking half amused and half angry at the same time. When Garion repeatedly opened and closed his mouth at her for five whole minutes, she snapped at him. "Garion! Would you prefer it that I propose to you and break every ethological law there ever was about engagement, or would you like to finish your.um.sentence?"
Garion stared piteously at Zubrette. Her eyes met his, and suddenly they both realized their foolish predicament. They burst out laughing. Zubrette giggled, while Garion let out hearty laughs, and both the sounds mingled together in the dimly lit garden.
Garion cleared his throat, and slowly began. "Zubrette, will you please, please marry me?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he reckoned he shouldn't have had the 'please' in there. Zubrette glared at him, and he began to feel a bit conscious. "Did I do it right?" he asked, meekly, for something in Zubrette's eyes quenched him considerably. He wondered what Aunt Pol would say when she heard the news. Perhaps, for once she would see that Garion could and what is more, would, be independent.
Zubrette stood up. "It's getting late. You'd better go."
Garion stayed seated. "But - but."
Zubrette spun round and faced Garion with that steely look in her eyes again. "No. I decline. You'd better go home."
Garion was more than just a little surprised, and once the first shock was over, his feelings began to flow again. He was angry. Why did Zubrette go through all that bother of getting him to propose if she was just going to reject him, anyway? He thought sulkily, as he rose to his feet.
He dejectedly trudged towards the gate, carefully avoiding Zubrette's eyes. His hand reached for the gate.
"Oh, Garion?" He willed himself not to turn back and look at Zubrette. He had too much pride for that. What did Zubrette think of him, anyway? That he was just a rag doll, to be toyed with? He would show her.
"Have a better proposal tomorrow, won't you? Every girl dreams of having a touching engagement.and you know, it'd be great if you could throw in a ring, too. Make my engagement one to remember." Her voice trailed off.
Garion spun round, just in time to see her wave goodbye, and grin at him. Zubrette would always be Zubrette.
He shrugged. "The meetings bound to be sooner or later."
That should have actually been meeting's with an apostrophe. FORGIVE ME!
It May have Been | Chapter 3 | Proposal
Garion gaped at Zubrette, feeling the hairs on his neck rising. His cheeks felt hot, and he could have sworn they were turning the deepest shade of red they possibly could. He foolishly rubbed his cheeks, all the while knowing that it was of no use.
Zubrette smiled coyly at him. "What's the matter?" she asked with an overly dramatic, concerned tinge on her tone. Garion coughed, and smiled at her sheepishly.
"Nothing.nothing," he spluttered. He was enjoying this all, of course, but he did wish it wasn't so awkward. He idly wondered how Zubrette could be so calm, so cruel even, under the present circumstances. After all, she had all but asked outright for a proposal.
Zubrette shifted impatiently. "Well?" she asked rather impatiently. "Are you going to propose, or are you not?"
Garion gasped. He had made a mistake somewhere. He should have seen that coming. He felt Zubrette's expectant gaze upon him, and he melted away inside. His throat constricted, and he could barely get the words out.
Garion swallowed. He found it helped, especially when you've been asked for a proposal by the girl you really love, who also happens to be the one person you don't want to look stupid in front of. "Will.you.um." he started, hesitantly, shyly.
Zubrette rolled her eyes. "No, Garion, I don't want to um you!" She fiddled with her braids, looking half amused and half angry at the same time. When Garion repeatedly opened and closed his mouth at her for five whole minutes, she snapped at him. "Garion! Would you prefer it that I propose to you and break every ethological law there ever was about engagement, or would you like to finish your.um.sentence?"
Garion stared piteously at Zubrette. Her eyes met his, and suddenly they both realized their foolish predicament. They burst out laughing. Zubrette giggled, while Garion let out hearty laughs, and both the sounds mingled together in the dimly lit garden.
Garion cleared his throat, and slowly began. "Zubrette, will you please, please marry me?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he reckoned he shouldn't have had the 'please' in there. Zubrette glared at him, and he began to feel a bit conscious. "Did I do it right?" he asked, meekly, for something in Zubrette's eyes quenched him considerably. He wondered what Aunt Pol would say when she heard the news. Perhaps, for once she would see that Garion could and what is more, would, be independent.
Zubrette stood up. "It's getting late. You'd better go."
Garion stayed seated. "But - but."
Zubrette spun round and faced Garion with that steely look in her eyes again. "No. I decline. You'd better go home."
Garion was more than just a little surprised, and once the first shock was over, his feelings began to flow again. He was angry. Why did Zubrette go through all that bother of getting him to propose if she was just going to reject him, anyway? He thought sulkily, as he rose to his feet.
He dejectedly trudged towards the gate, carefully avoiding Zubrette's eyes. His hand reached for the gate.
"Oh, Garion?" He willed himself not to turn back and look at Zubrette. He had too much pride for that. What did Zubrette think of him, anyway? That he was just a rag doll, to be toyed with? He would show her.
"Have a better proposal tomorrow, won't you? Every girl dreams of having a touching engagement.and you know, it'd be great if you could throw in a ring, too. Make my engagement one to remember." Her voice trailed off.
Garion spun round, just in time to see her wave goodbye, and grin at him. Zubrette would always be Zubrette.