Status: New layout, what do you think?
Situations.
This Was Your Idea.
Oliver.
Perspiration formed on my forehead once again, and once again, I wiped it off with the back of my hand. God I'm so nervous. Both of our parents were currently gathered in my living room and me and Noah were in my kitchen. I was proud of my house, it was small, but yet it wasn't. I came from a very rich family so I had to admit I was pretty well off.
It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, both bathroom had a stand up shower and bath tub, a kitchen, basement, living room, and a study with two walls that I had gotten converted into bookshelves which were already full. I was a book worm, almost 700 books total. Back to my kitchen.
I had an island in the middle and all the counter tops were black marble. The walls were painted a light Grey color and the cabinets and trimming were all black. There was four black stools around the island and the floors were hard wood, whiskey colored. This room, weirdly, was my favorite besides my bedroom. No one's seen my bedroom, not even Noah. He wants to, but I just can't show him. I keep my door locked.
My room was my sanctuary, my escape from reality, it's where I keep everything private tome. I don't want anyone or anything that isn't important to me, not that Noah isn't important he just isn't that one, person to me, to see it. It's weird I know, but it's just how I feel.
"We have to go in there sometime," Noah pierced through my thoughts and made me jump. He smiled and rolled his eyes, but he did it in his, You're an idiot but I still love you, way. Which made me smile my big toothy grin at him.
"Yeah i know, but, can we reschedule?" he shook his head sternly.
"This was your idea,"
"I know, it's just, we aren't really prepared for this. I only 'proposed' and hour ago," Oh shit! "Oh shit! I don't have a ring for you yet!" I tried to run away but at the last second Noah grabbed the collar of my shirt and pushed me inside the living room. All eyes drew towards us and all conversation was stopped abruptly. That's when Noah strolled in smiling nervously. I hate him so much right now. "Um, hi mom, hi dad, Mr and Mrs Evans,"
"Why are we here?" they all asked in unison, weird... I opened my mouth to try an make some excuse but, with Noah around, it's kinda hard to do that!
"We're getting married."
Perspiration formed on my forehead once again, and once again, I wiped it off with the back of my hand. God I'm so nervous. Both of our parents were currently gathered in my living room and me and Noah were in my kitchen. I was proud of my house, it was small, but yet it wasn't. I came from a very rich family so I had to admit I was pretty well off.
It had three bedrooms, two bathrooms, both bathroom had a stand up shower and bath tub, a kitchen, basement, living room, and a study with two walls that I had gotten converted into bookshelves which were already full. I was a book worm, almost 700 books total. Back to my kitchen.
I had an island in the middle and all the counter tops were black marble. The walls were painted a light Grey color and the cabinets and trimming were all black. There was four black stools around the island and the floors were hard wood, whiskey colored. This room, weirdly, was my favorite besides my bedroom. No one's seen my bedroom, not even Noah. He wants to, but I just can't show him. I keep my door locked.
My room was my sanctuary, my escape from reality, it's where I keep everything private tome. I don't want anyone or anything that isn't important to me, not that Noah isn't important he just isn't that one, person to me, to see it. It's weird I know, but it's just how I feel.
"We have to go in there sometime," Noah pierced through my thoughts and made me jump. He smiled and rolled his eyes, but he did it in his, You're an idiot but I still love you, way. Which made me smile my big toothy grin at him.
"Yeah i know, but, can we reschedule?" he shook his head sternly.
"This was your idea,"
"I know, it's just, we aren't really prepared for this. I only 'proposed' and hour ago," Oh shit! "Oh shit! I don't have a ring for you yet!" I tried to run away but at the last second Noah grabbed the collar of my shirt and pushed me inside the living room. All eyes drew towards us and all conversation was stopped abruptly. That's when Noah strolled in smiling nervously. I hate him so much right now. "Um, hi mom, hi dad, Mr and Mrs Evans,"
"Why are we here?" they all asked in unison, weird... I opened my mouth to try an make some excuse but, with Noah around, it's kinda hard to do that!
"We're getting married."
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I don't like this chapter.Sorry I'm not really up and happy right now.
I'm sure all of you have heard about Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan.
Yeah well, he's my biggest idol in the WHOLE world and I'm pretty upset over it.
I think I'm going to be away for a few days, or at least one, and kinda get it together.
Sorry for a shit chapter.
I'll make it up to all of you.