1 MONTH LATER:
"Hey, sweetie!" James found me in the lobby, and kissed me.
"Hello. So, watcha wanna do today?"
"I'm up for anything. Just, no pool."I laughed.
"Why?"
"Because, Kendall's out to get me and he's a the pool..."
"Oh, for what?"
"I have no idea. He just said he was going to get me and-" Just then, Kendall sprayed him with a huge water gun. He got James soaking wet! It was hilarious!
"Sorry, told you I'd get you!"Kendall said. I raised one eyebrow and laughed.
"I'm up for the pool now!" James said. "Considering the fact, I;m soaking wet!"
"Let me go get changed, and I'll be down in a minute!" He smiled and kissed me. I ran toward the elevator.
"Don't keep me waiting!" He yelled after me.
"Not planning on it!" I called back. I put on a blue bikini, and brown sandals. I had a green cover up over it, and my beach bag. James was waiting for me in the lobby.
"Hey!" I said. He smiled and got up.
"Hey, beautiful." He kissed the top of my head, and we headed to the pool. "You gonna get in?"
"I might." I took off my cover up, and took out my sunscreen. After I was done putting sunscreen on, James pulled both of my hands and got me off the chair.
"Please get in. PLEASE?" I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, but no dunking, or pushing me in."
"You're no fun!" I laughed. As soon as I got in, James started splashing me.
"HEY!" I said.
"You never said no splashing."
"You're right..."I splashed him back harder. He laughed.
"Okay, don't get my hair wet, I just put 'Cuda products in it."He smiled.
"You do realize that you care more for your hair than I do, right?"
"Yes."
"That's sad. So, what have you been doing today?"
He shrugged, "Nothing.-" He sat up on the ledge of the pool-" Just...thinking."
"That's a shocker!"He rolled his eyes.
"Shut up. You know I think...on occasion." I laughed, and sat on the ledge, too. He put his arm around me.
"I know. But, really, what were you thinking about?" He sighed.
"Um, nothing. I'll tell you later..."
"Okay, no big hurry. You wanna go shopping?"
"I would love to." He said sarcastically.
"Really, you don't have to buy me anything-"
"Aw, I'll buy you something. Our one month anniversary is in a week anyway. Early present."
"Aw! You remembered!"
"Mar, I never forgot. Now, let's go get dressed, and buy you that Shane Dawson shirt you want so bad."
...
Hey, guys!" I said, when I found Emma and Logan in the mall, eating Chik-Fil-A. I stole one of Emma's chicken nuggets.
"Thanks.'' She said sarcastically.
"No, prob." I smiled, and she rolled her eyes.
"Watcha got there?"Logan asked.
"Oh, just...MY SHANE DAWSON SHIRT!" I said laughed.
"You have fun with that." He said. I hit the back of his head.
"We'll see you guys later."James said. He guided me to the CD store. "I wanna get you something else."
"You can't, you already got me this and-"
"I'm buying you something else." He went to the M section. He pulled out Maroon 5's "Hands all over" CD. One I've been wanting for the longest time.
"Oh, my gosh! I love them! How'd you know?"
"This is the one CD you've been talking about for the longest time." He rolled his eyes.
"What? Adam Levine's hot." He payed for it, and I thought I'd buy him something. I took him to the sports shop.
"What are you doing? You hate sports."I went to the hockey section. "Oh, no, you're not. This stuff's way too expensive-"
"I'm buying you something." I picked up a hockey stick signed by some Minnesota hockey player (I couldn't read the name...).
"This is one hundred bucks! You are not buying this. No matter how bad I want it."
"I'm. Buying. It." I went to the cashier and payed for it. One hundred bucks well spent!
"Let's get something to eat." He said. He payed for the whole thing.
"I owe you five bucks." I said.
"No, you don't. I'm buying it. Period." I put my hands up in defense.
"You're such a good boyfriend."
"I know." He smiled, and I laughed.
ONE WEEK LATER
James and I were stretched out on his couch, watching Valentine's Day, when he leaned down and whispered three words I never thought he'd say.
"I love you." He kissed my ear.I smiled.
"I-I love you, too." I leaned up, and kissed him. When we were done, I layed my head on his chest, and closed my eyes.
ANOTHER WEEK LATER
Emma and I were sitting in the lobby. I was reading, and she was on her laptop. The most unexpected thing happened. Emma looked up, her eyes widened.
"O-oh, my God. M-Mar...Look." I looked up. My heart raced. The man and the woman spotted me, and walked over.
"Margaret Elizabeth?" The lady spoke. I just stared, with wide eyes. I shut my book, and looked at Emma. She was as pale as a ghost. "Margaret Elizabeth! We know it's you! Speak up!" The lady spoke again.
"M-mom...dad?" I stuttered.
