2. Love
The day Henry finally decided that he was going to marry Madeleine was a bright, sunny Saturday. They were out on his boat-an old piece of junk that he'd picked up at a scrap yard and rebuilt the summer before his senior year of high school-fishing.
Henry didn't know where she'd found them, but her t-shirt and cut offs were old and looked like a strong breeze would make them come apart at the seams. The most substantial things about them were probably the stains. Her hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail and the spray had smudged what little makeup she was wearing. When he handed her the worm to put on her hook, she barely grimaced at all. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his life and she was glaring at him.
"Henry, if you don't stop telling me what to do, I'm going to push you off the boat." Madeleine said evenly, her hands on her hips. Henry blinked and nodded slowly.
"Okay, you're upset and I get that. I'll stop. But can I just say that if you move your right hand down a li-"
Splash!
He broke the water's surface, sputtering and shocked. Above him, Madeleine was laughing. The sun lit her up from behind, turning her blonde hair into a halo. It made her look deceptively angelic and she was laughing about the fact that she'd just pushed him off of his own boat for trying to help her.
The next day, he bought the ring.
Kristin: I needed something to break up the Shassie. Because there's still a fair bit of Shassie on the way. The boys have crawled into my head and set up house.
PeanutTree- Thank you! They are silly, silly boys who need to work on their communication skills. :D (ps I always want to call you PearTree. Is that weird?)
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