Dying Doesn't Seem So Cruel
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Oh, God. . . How am I going to tell him?
"Hey, Dahlia."
I grinned. "Hey, Edward."
"Would you like me to tell him your dream?"
"No, no. He deserves to hear it from me."
He nodded and continued walking. Christie ran up quickly, squealing. I gave her a questioning look.
"Kyle and I are definitely going to Prom together."
"That's great!"
"So has Emmett brought up the Prom thing again?"
"Um. . . not really. I haven't seen much of him. They didn't get home from camping until about eight-thirty, nine o'clock last night."
"Oh."
"It's okay. I'll talk to him at lunch."
"Alright. I'm going to sit with Kyle. Bye."
Prom? You told Christie that Emmett was going to take you to Prom? Are you serious?"
"I panicked, Jasper."
Alice's singing voice rang out. "What's going on?"
"Dahlia told Christie that Emmett asked her to Prom."
I glared at Jasper who was laughing uncontrollably, but Alice smiled.
"He's going to."
The table fell silent until I whispered, "Excuse me?"
"Yeah. He's made up his mind. Thank God."
"What do you mean?"
"Now he'll stop pacing around in his room all night, debating it."
"Hello, Dahlia."
"Hey."
My throat seemed to close as Emmett sat beside me. He gave me a dazzling grin and leaned closer.
"I have a question for you."
"O-okay."
"Do you have a date to Prom?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Don't you want to know who it is?" Edward prodded when his brother stood up.
"Not really, no."
"It's you, Emmett."
His golden eyes portrayed slight confusion, but a brilliant smile covered his mouth milliseconds later. I bit my lip and shyly smiled back. He took his seat once more and brushed a stray curl from my cheek.
"Allow me to ask the right way. Dahlia Rose Payne, would you accompany me to Prom this year?"
"I'd love to."
"Wonderful."
Emmett's frozen arm snaked around my waists, and I shuddered at the immediate cold. But, regardless, he smirked happily when I leaned into his embrace.
"Hey, Dahlia."
I grinned. "Hey, Edward."
"Would you like me to tell him your dream?"
"No, no. He deserves to hear it from me."
He nodded and continued walking. Christie ran up quickly, squealing. I gave her a questioning look.
"Kyle and I are definitely going to Prom together."
"That's great!"
"So has Emmett brought up the Prom thing again?"
"Um. . . not really. I haven't seen much of him. They didn't get home from camping until about eight-thirty, nine o'clock last night."
"Oh."
"It's okay. I'll talk to him at lunch."
"Alright. I'm going to sit with Kyle. Bye."
Prom? You told Christie that Emmett was going to take you to Prom? Are you serious?"
"I panicked, Jasper."
Alice's singing voice rang out. "What's going on?"
"Dahlia told Christie that Emmett asked her to Prom."
I glared at Jasper who was laughing uncontrollably, but Alice smiled.
"He's going to."
The table fell silent until I whispered, "Excuse me?"
"Yeah. He's made up his mind. Thank God."
"What do you mean?"
"Now he'll stop pacing around in his room all night, debating it."
"Hello, Dahlia."
"Hey."
My throat seemed to close as Emmett sat beside me. He gave me a dazzling grin and leaned closer.
"I have a question for you."
"O-okay."
"Do you have a date to Prom?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Don't you want to know who it is?" Edward prodded when his brother stood up.
"Not really, no."
"It's you, Emmett."
His golden eyes portrayed slight confusion, but a brilliant smile covered his mouth milliseconds later. I bit my lip and shyly smiled back. He took his seat once more and brushed a stray curl from my cheek.
"Allow me to ask the right way. Dahlia Rose Payne, would you accompany me to Prom this year?"
"I'd love to."
"Wonderful."
Emmett's frozen arm snaked around my waists, and I shuddered at the immediate cold. But, regardless, he smirked happily when I leaned into his embrace.