A.N. This update took a while. Sorry. I'll admit it wasn't one of those marathon waits I'm sure I'm famous for (something I'm trying desperately to discredit now.) It actually took so long because I wanted to be sure of what Angela's reaction would be. Please review to let me know what you think.
Songs!
Same Thing We Do Everyday Pindy – Broadway
Shattered – Trading Yesterday (This is my favorite song of all time)
Diary of Jane – Breaking Benjamin
Chase and I (read: "I") had decided to tell Kevin of our engagement first. Therefore, immediately following breakfast I grabbed Chase's hand and dragged him violently from his house.
"Don't you dare let me spill the beans before we've gotten to Kevin," I warned him over my shoulder. He struggled to keep up, managing to hold me back just long enough to lock up his house before we were off. Careening across Flute Fields, I could hear Chase gasping behind me. Only the fact that I wasn't sure if he was going to be upright for much longer slowed me down, and that was my first mistake. While Chase appeared to be grateful at the gesture, it put us directly in the path of Renee and Toby, who appeared to be having a nice stroll.
Renee's face lit up as we approached and I smiled maniacally, skidding to a halt in front of her.
"Oh no." Chase's voice was merely background noise, and I forged ahead, forgetting my previous oath to only speak of our engagement to my brother.
"Guess what?" I asked Renee, bouncing on my toes excitedly. "We're eng- uhfd." Chase placed his palm firmly over my mouth from behind me and I bristled, quite stupidly.
"Ow!" he cried, jumping back and cradling his hand. He looked at me in disbelief. "You bit me!" I shrugged.
"You got in the way of my mouth." Chase grumbled incoherently throwing his arms up in surrender, and I turned back to Renee and Toby, satisfied.
"We're engaged," I repeated, much more clearly this time. Neither Toby nor Renee looked the slightest bit surprised, but they both looked extremely happy.
"You're engaged!" she echoed, throwing her arms around me in a bone-crushing hug. It was only as those words were repeated aloud that I realized my mistake. As I was released from Renee's firm grasp I turned slowly to glare daggers at Chase.
"You were supposed to stop me!" I yelled, my arms crossing angrily. Chase huffed in indignation.
"That was all you," he rebuffed, holding out his hand. "I don't need any more bite marks thank you very much!" I spun on my heel and continued out of Flute Fields.
"We won't tell," promised Renee, elbowing a thoroughly confused Toby. "Right?" He just nodded, rubbing his tender arm. I turned back to throw them both a cheery farewell, before proceeding to storm towards Kevin's farm.
With our respective jobs I easily had the stamina to outrun Chase had I chosen to, but chose not to, instead allowing him to walk alongside me. The silence was stifling, but, mercifully, short-lived.
"Are you really mad?" asked Chase, voice laced with incredulity. I was silent for a moment before answering. "Dammit, woman, all I did was… OW!" Chase rant was cut short by a swift swipe to the back of the head.
"Nope, I'm not actually mad!" I answered, smiling cheerily at his confused expression.
"Then what the hell… stop it!" Chase covered the back of his skull protectively, glaring.
"Tsk tsk, Chase," I crooned, enjoying this much more than I should (probably.) "One should without vulgarity around a lady. It's not polite." I batted my eyelashes, and Chase rolled his eyes, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
"Not much of a lady if you ask me," he muttered, staring me down with a glint in his eyes.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, your Ladyship."
. . .
Nothing could have surprised me more than the scene I was met with upon opening the door to the house.
"Kevin, guess wha… Oh my Goddess! My eyes!" I fell back dramatically, crumpling to a heap at Chase's feet.
"What?" Chase asked, worry coloring his tone. He hurriedly pushed open the door the rest of the way. He turned, an unreadable expression on his face. I was fanning myself dramatically, lamenting about my loss of vision.
"Um…" came a female voice, sounding very uncomfortable.
"Angela, get up," Chase commanded, crossing his arms in an amusingly harsh pose. "That little thing you just witnessed is called kissing. You'll survive." I waited for Chase to lend me a hand before yanking myself to my feet, wincing slightly as my bandages were scraped across my skin from my wild movements. "What's gotten in to you today?" he asked, scratching the back of his head in an absent sign of confusion. I shrugged, a small smile wavering on my lips.
"I'm just really happy." Chase's expression softened, and he leaned in gently and pressed his lips against mine, his hands coming up to cradle my jaw. After a moment he pulled back, and my head whipped around at the sound of applause.
"I'd give that a ten," said Maya, smiling. I gave her my best pondering expression before replying.
"Really?" I asked. "Because that was more of a seven."
"What do you mean a seven?" cried Chase, his pride having taken a significant hit.
"Well," I explained, "you still kind of taste like cherries." I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Chase smirked, then suddenly he was leaning forward to give me another kiss. I backed away, protesting in an uncharacteristically whiny voice.
"Would you go drink some water or something?" I asked. He just smiled, pulling me close to his chest so that I couldn't get away. I stabbed his pectorals viciously with my finger, and he finally released me, rubbing at his sore chest. Kevin seemed to be suppressing a laugh, and I glared, cheeks flushing hotly.
"Weren't you going to say something when you first came in without knocking?" asked Kevin, and I grinned sheepishly at my own hypocrisy.
"Well, it's nothing really," I sighed. "Nothing of great importance anyways." Chase glared at me for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Not important?" he asked.
"Oh my Goddess!" cried Maya, and all heads whipped around to see what she was going to say. "Are you- Are you pregnant?" I sputtered like a fish out of water, and I'm sure Chase mirrored my expression.
"No!" we both cried, jumping away from each other. Unfortunately, I had jumped directly into a dining chair, which I proceeded to flip over, right into a hefty sack of flour that Kevin kept in the kitchen.
When the white cloud had finally dissipated I groaned, ignoring Chase's offered hand, preferring to bury my white face into my equally white hands.
"I give up," I moaned, referring, of course, to an elaborate reveal of our engagement. "We're getting married." And with that I let my head flop back in exhaustion onto the bag, producing another lung-clotting mist of grain from within.
A.N. So what did you think? Was the giddy, playful mood expected? Was it realistic? Please review to let me know what you think.
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