Mary Albright smiled instinctively as her boyfriend, Dexter Payne, sat across from her at their table.
"Hey, Mary."
"Hi, Dex!" she answered happily. Maybe tonight will finally be the night... Maybe tonight he'll finally propose! "How was your day?"
"Oh, it was fine," he replied, but didn't offer much else than that. He asked her about the kindergarteners she taught, and Mary laughed as she recounted a particularly amusing event that day. But she noticed how he kept slipping his hand into his pocket, and seemed fairly jittery about something.
"Dex?" Mary asked in a concerned tone. "Are you all right?" Is he nervous about proposing to me? Does he think I'll say no? Is he even proposing tonight? Why wouldn't he? I love him so much...
"Nothing," Dexter replied, a calm, resigned smile on his face. "What did you say Charlie did to the Legos?"
He's obviously not ready. I'll give him time--show him how much I do care. He'll pop the question when he's sure. But I won't push him.
I love him too much.
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I approve of the dual nature of your recent story/ies.
Thank you! :) I thought it would be interesting to see if Dexter's fears were reasonable or not. Even though they're not, I still feel bad for Dexter. :(
He deserved it. You know he ran over Charlie on the way there? He's a horrible person.
Who's Charlie?
How quickly you forget your own characters.
Oh yeah. Duh on my part.
...Hey, wait a minute! You can't invent stuff about my stories! Charlie is MY character, even if I did forget about him for a split second. So no, Dexter did not run over Charlie. Charlie was too busy having Legos removed from his stomach at the hospital.
Fine. As long as his fate is sufficiently awful.
What is it with you and pain?
Nothing. It's misery I love.
Okay, so what is it with you and misery?
She simply stole away my heart when I met her.
Maybe my soul too. I'm not really sure where that went off to.
Aww, that's weirdly cute... actually, no, that's just weird. Sorry.
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