Something Real Inside Me Inside You

"What are you doing?!!" I shriek as Craig lifts me up and drops me on his bed.

"You fell asleep, so I'm putting you to bed."

I pout and say, "I don't wanna go to bed!"

"Oh yes you do!" He starts tickling me.

"No! NoOOOO!" I shriek, rolling over. He finally stops and lies down next to me. I get up and change into my black Beatles T-Shirt.

"What's up with the all black thing? You're not goth, you're not punk, you don't fit into a label. But what's with it?"

I roll over on his bed so I face him and say, "I'm mourning for my generation."

He chuckles and says, "What?"

"All our generation cares about is when the next Louis Vuitton bag is coming out. I personally don't care. We're all materialistic in our own ways."

"Understandable." He leans over onto his night stand and grabs his camera. "Can I take your picture?"

"No!"

"Aww. Why not.?"

"All you need to do is look up 'Sexy' in the dictionary." He laughs, pauses, looks at me, and laughs. "Hey!"

"Please?"

"Sure." He takes a picture of me smiling like a lunatic at the camera, then me smiling my natural smile at the camera. He continues to take random pictures of me until I get so tired I fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning and he's gone. "Craig?" I say, loud enough so he hears me, but not so loud as I am screaming.

"Stay there! I'll be there in a few!"

I lay back in his bed and stare at the ceiling.

"Good morning." Craig comes in carrying a tray.

"Happy birthday!" He places the tray in my lap and kisses me. "What are you doing? It's your birthday, I'm the one who's supposed to be making you breakfast."

"You're the love of my life. I wanted to make you breakfast, you're my birthday present anyway."

"Someone needs to grill you, you're so cheesy." I grin and stare at my plate. "French Toast?!?! Geez, you know me." I say excitedly, and then bite into my toast.

Craig lies down next to me and looks at me.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I say with a mouthful of toast. I swallow and look at him again and say, "You are so adorable."

"I know. And you do have something on your lip." I move my hand up to wipe it off and he grabs it before I do. "Let me get it off." He kisses me.

I finish eating and ask him, "What do you want to do today?"

"I want to spend the day with you, but there's only one thing I really need to do today."

"What is it?"

"I need to visit my mother."

'Julia Jeremiah. Craig's mother. I remember, he told me how every year on his birthday he goes and visits her grave.' I think.

"Would you like to come?"

"Craig-"

"I want my mom to meet the love of my life." He kisses me. "So, get up and get dressed! I'll be downstairs."

"Give me fifteen minutes." He takes the tray from my lap and leaves the room. I get up and put my No Doubt shirt and my red jeans on. I put my contacts in and applied my makeup, put one red Converse shoe on and one black Converse shoe on and run down the stairs.

"Hello Punky Brewster." Craig says, looking at my shoes.

"I am not Punky! Punky kicked ass. But we are both orphans."

"Of course. Ready to go?" He grabs his leather jacket off of the hanger and we go out into his car. We drive up to the cemetery and Craig grabs some flowers from the backseat. We get out of the car and walk up to a beautiful grave. Craig bends down and puts the flowers on the grave. I stand behind him to the side and watch him.

"Hi Mom. It's my eighteenth birthday today, and it's been amazing. I've been with my girlfriend, Delia all day and she's just amazing, Mom. You would love her. I do." He continues to talk to the grave, but in a whisper so I can't hear him. He finishes up with, "I love you, Mom. I think about you everyday. Thank you for your blessing." He kisses the grave and stand up. "Ready?" I nod and we walk to his car. He starts the car and we decide to go to the arcade.

That night, I'm sitting in the bathroom with Angela before we go out with Craig, Joey, Caitlin, Clarke, Amanda, and Marcus. Craig's family and my family absolutely adore eachother and the parental units decided to take us all out for a uber-fancy dinner tonight. I'm helping Angela get dressed. I'm wearing a pink halter dress decorated with black sequins and Manolos. Angela is wearing a light blue dress with (get this) a white petticoat on the bottom. Serious. She looks like a birthday cake.

We're at the resturant, we've eaten and had cake. Craig keeps looking at me and I'm just wondering why. He lifts his glass and says, "I'd like to have your attention." Evernyone stops ang looks at him and he sits back down. He turns to me. "Delia, you've been there for me when I needed you. You are one of the funniest people I know, you get my jokes, you keep me sane. You know my deepest darkest secrets, and I know yours. You are the love of my life and I have no idea where I would be without you."

I stare at him as he digs into his pocket and produces a ring box. Inside is the most beautiful ring I have seen in my life. It's one simple diamond on a white gold ring. It takes my breath away. I put my hand on my stomach.

"Delia, you're not eighteen yet, but when you turn eighteen in October, this will be final." He grins. "So now I'm going to ask you for your hand in marriage."

A/n: OOOH! Anyways, Im here to brag about my new story (i'll also be writing this one). It's OC and Craig, and It's called Date With A Night. so read it please! Amanda