A/N- Thank you Martin Luther King Jr., for giving me a day off of school. 3 day weekend! That means more time to write~ I really need to find a stopping point, but it's so difficult! Sorry that the chapters are turning "drabble-y", but school is totally draining me, but I like writing too much to not produce anything at all.

Chapter 30

"And then, and then," Angela wailed, "He said my nose looked weird!" Gill chewed the inside of his lip as he listened to her talk about moments from her childhood. She had just finished talking about how a boy in second grade called her ugly. It wasn't that he didn't like listening to her stories; it was just that they were getting more and more petty by the instant. She dropped her ice cream; she tripped while she was playing jump rope, and various other things he had forgotten within ten minutes. "Gill? Are you listening?" Angela questioned, snapping Gill out of his daze. He scrambled for an answer, until he finally found a way to answer.

He pulled the lever to let the cart go back down.

"You jerk!" She shouted as the mine cart screamed down the track, lightly pummeling his arm. "You weren't listening!" Gill shrugged and wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. She buried her face in his sleeve, occasionally popping an eye open to look at him. Angela blushed and closed her eyes when she realized he was looking back at her. Sheesh. The nerve of some people. "And I call you my fiancé…" she grumbled, stepping out of the death-mobile. Angela stumbled a bit, dizzy from the ride, but before she could slam her face onto the ground, Gill caught her.

"I wouldn't be so rude if you stopped finding ways to hurt yourself," he said, "What happened to the 'invincible Angela'?" She shot him a dirty look before laughing.

"Whatever! And uh…Thanks for listening, I guess," she started before glaring jokingly, "Even though you didn't know what I was talking about." Angela twiddled her thumbs as they walked back to town, nervous to bring up what she wanted to say. "So…It's almost Spring… And you know that I agreed to your, uh…wedding idea." He seemed to catch on quickly to her point. "Is Spring 15th okay?"

"Yeah, and there are the…invitations, and err…" He mumbled, fidgeting. Trying to plan the wedding would prove to be difficult.