A/N- I spent Veteran's Day sleeping, and I needed it so bad. So, how did 11/11/11 go for you? Wish for something good? C:

"He thought we got into an actual…physical fight?" Angela asked incredulously, chin in her hands. Gill nodded as he rolled his eyes. "How would he even get that idea?" He pulled up his sleeves to reveal the scratches he had gotten from his mediocre farming. Angela smirked and pulled up her sleeves, showing the seemingly endless scars. "These are from holding fussy chickens and rose thorns. Those puny scratches of yours are nothing." It was true that he got a bruise on his cheek from stepping on the wrong end of a rake, though.

"I can't exactly hide bruises on my skin."

"So what'd you tell him?"

"I told him that you needed help on your farm because you were sore from pulling weeds."

"That's totally ridiculous. Who gets sore from pulling weeds?" She scoffed, and paused when she saw Gill rubbing his arm. "…Oh. You do." Gill glared at her from under his eyebrows and she recoiled. "Sorry, I know you're not accustomed to hard labor. I'm guessing it worked?" He shrugged.

"I'm guessing so, but he thinks you're violent now, so expect some weird looks from him. Don't be surprised if he's told half the town, though." Angela plopped her head back onto the couch and sighed, exasperated. She couldn't honestly be seen as "abusive", right? If anything, her animals were abusive.

"Do you think we should just act like this whole thing never happened? I'm getting tired of explaining everything to everyone, and I don't like remembering that we had a fight", Angela asked with a sigh. "But it's funny. What your dad thinks makes you look like a wimp compared to me!" She laughed and flexed her biceps. "What about you, noodle arms?" The only strong physical point Gill had was in his wrist from writing so often. Every other guy on the island had a way to have exceptional arms. Exception Jin…or did he? Performing surgery couldn't be that strenuous. While Gill was demeaning himself in his mind, Angela seemed to be in deep thought.

"What are you plotting now?" He asked warily. Angela grinned. He was growing more uncomfortable as her smile continued, and he felt inclined to scoot farther away from her.

"How should I put this…" Angela tilted her head. "Let's get married, okay?" Gill stood up suddenly, blood rushing to his head. She seemed disappointed by his sudden reaction. "You don't want to?"

"Oh, of course I do! It's j-just really sudden and I…" He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat. "I really never thought I'd ever get m-married." Gill turned his head in embarrassment. Honestly, he thought blushing was something that only happened in books, but apparently he had been proven wrong. Upon Gill's acceptance of her "proposal", Angela suddenly felt as if her day had become amazing. The simple fire in her fireplace seemed to radiate like the sun itself, warming her to the very core. The rain outside began to sound like an orchestra; each raindrop was as melodic as a violin, and each gust of wind was as graceful as a harp's song. She hoped with all of her heart that this wonderful feeling would never end when they married. Maybe each day would feel as miraculous as that one stormy afternoon.

A/N- Still not done! The end may be drawing near, though! Sorry for the short chapter- I'm suffering from awful writer's block, and this is what I managed to squeeze out of my head.