Creating Fate

“Well…I think that’s a question Nicolas should have the answer to…right honey?” Stevvie mused with a mischievous smile on her face. I smirked and sighed.

“Well…as soon as Stevvie admits that aliens exist, I’ll pop the question,” I replied.

“There’s your answer Eric…everyone knows aliens don’t exist,” Stevvie shrugged.

I shook my head and sighed, I could honestly care less if she didn’t believe or not (because eventually when the government reveals that there is in fact life on other planets, I’ll just rub it in her face for the rest of her life) I was going to marry that woman.

<->

I surveyed my surroundings, making sure Nick was nowhere in sight and finally took a seat in one of the chairs in his studio. Nick was out of control all morning, and I couldn’t figure out what I had done or what had gotten into him. Normally, I could regulate the amount of intimacy we had, but he kept pushing the envelope.

“Stevvie…” Nick called my name in a singsong voice, “Baby…where are you at?”

“In here,” I squeaked. I tried to make myself look busy by reading one of the many music theory books he kept in the studio.

I looked up to meet Nick’s mischievous smirk and instantly recognized the flirty glimmer in his chocolate brown almond shaped eyes. His eyes said everything, always. No matter what he told me, I saw the truth in his eyes. At the moment, his eyes screamed one word: aroused

Now…in most cases, having your boyfriend all roused and hot for you was one of the best things to happen to a girl. However, for me it could easily turn into a Catch 22 situation. Nick had his vow, and I had mine. Nick vowed to remain a virgin until marriage and I vowed to keep him one until marriage. We walked on a fine line every time we had serious make-out sessions, and if we were in Nick’s house, it was often and….well…for a lack of better words…hot. I cursed him for having his own house and being so comfortable in it, it really just raised our levels of sexual frustration.

“Nicholas…” I warned him as he moved my chair back. “No more.”

He scoffed and tugged on my arms to get up. “No…bedroom.”

Nick pouted like a five year old and played the role well by speaking like one too.
I shook my head and removed his hands from my waist.

“No bedroom,” I played along, “how about we make some brunch?”

Nick shook his head and growled.

Growled.

Growled.

My twenty-year old…I repeat twenty- year old boyfriend growled at me because I wouldn’t fool around anymore.

“Okay…you know I hate when you do that whole caveman-child act,” I scolded him, “Let’s act our age again.

Nick sighed and groaned obnoxiously. I swear this was the side no fans ever saw, I’m even surprised at how silly he could be sometimes. Just as I thought I had won the fight, I felt Nick’s arms wrap around my waist and I was quickly thrown over his shoulder like I was a piece of meat he’d just killed and was bringing back to the cave.

Needless to say, I wasn’t too happy at this fact. I never appreciated when he manhandled me in such a way.

“Nicholas Jerry Jonas! If you don’t put me down I swear-“ I began to yell.

Of course, Nick completely ignored my pleas and decided to humiliate me even more by sliding my dress up to expose my ass. Despite the fact that there really wasn’t anyone to be humiliated in front of but, I swear Elvis snickered at me.

“Nicholas!” I gasped.

My face was smashed into his back, nearing his butt as I struggled to get down. He effortlessly paraded me around his how, laughing the entire time.

“If you fart I swear I will kill you,” I warned him, “and I really don’t like the fact that my butt is just exposed to the world!”

Nick just continued to laugh. “Well…if it helps any…your panties are cute…I love the little
hearts on them."

I squealed and kicked my legs, even more determined to tickle Nick to death (since beating him up was an option…the kid was like a brick wall.)

Did he really just complement my underwear?

And did he really just say panties?

I didn’t know if I should be scared, confused or proud…Nick was never good with girly things. Ever since we started dating, I guess he’d finally decided to get used to the idea that “boys and girls were different.”

“Oh my God, Nicholas!” I screamed just as he flung me on his bed, “What in the hell has gotten into you?”

Nick simply chuckled and flopped down next to me. “What do you mean?”

“Panties…” I pointed out, “Really?”

Nick gave me a confused look and laughed. “Well…honey…don’t you wear them?”

“Well, I mean…yeah…but…you never say that word!” I defended.

“Stevvie…I’ve been dating you for over a year, we practically live together…I do your laundry,” he pointed out, “I’m a big boy and I can say ‘panties’ without snickering…besides, it’s not like that’s the only feminine word I say now. Tampons…cramps…bras...Midol...trust me; you have got me well educated on how a woman works. Let’s just say I’m glad I’m not one.”
I couldn’t help but snicker. I might share a little too much with him sometimes, but hey…if he wants to marry me, he should get used to it.

“Impressive…”I stated, “It’s actually kind of…hot…you being all manly and stuff…”

“You totally ruined my mood because I just realized you’re about to start like…tomorrow right?” he replied.

I looked at the date on his phone and nodded slowly…

“How did yo-“

“Yes, I keep track of your cycle. I’m going to fix brunch now,” Nick informed me.

I didn’t follow him downstairs, and just sat on the bed. Nick really did know every little thing about me. Now I really didn’t know what to think…but it also explained why there was a box of tampons (my brand and size mind you) under the sink. He prepared for me.

“I have to marry you…” I decided and jumped off the bed.

“Yes...yes you do!” Nick yelled after me, “I love you baby!”

I groaned, trying to stop the smile on my face. He was perfect. That proved it.

“Love you too!” I yelled back.

<->

“So, my parents want us to visit down in Texas…I think I want to invite the rest of your family too…if that’s okay with you,” I stated.

I loved when both of our families were together, and I figured they would love to see their daughter.

Stevvie sat on the counter, wearing my boxers and a flimsy camisole. She munched on a box of dry cereal while I did the dishes from the morning.

“Uhh yeah, why not we can take a long weekend, I don’t know if my dad will be able too because of his schedule though,” she replied.

“I already talked to him don’t worry…why are you eating dry cereal? Just fix a bowl babe,” I couldn’t help but say, “and you left your flat iron on again…and you left you laundry I folded for you in the living room. Honey can you please clean up after yourself? Your stuff is everywhere again.”

As much as I loved her, I couldn’t stand her messiness. I was the OCD one when it came to my house and she disregarded all the time. It was one of the biggest things we fought about.

“yeah, yeah, yeah…I will, I promise,” she waved me off.

“When?” I pestered Stevvie.

“When…I feel like it?”

I stared at her blankly. I hated my house being messy.

“Babe…please?”

“Really…I’m asking you nicely.”

“Stevvie! Get your crap. Now!” I finally fussed.

“No.” She replied smugly.

I groaned loudly and just gave up. “You know…whatever. I’m going to the studio and when I come out, it all better be put where it belongs. You win.”

Stevvie wasn’t a brat, but she did have her bratty moments. I didn’t care for them so I let her have them so they could just pass. After about an hour, I came back and just as I thought, the stuff was gone. She left it better than she found it and even dusted. She was sitting peacefully on my leather couch, reading a book.

“That’s my girl,” I murmured under my breath.

I smiled and sat down next to her, sneaking a quick kiss on the cheek. She smirked and snuggled into me, going back to her book.

“So…I was thinking we could go down next weekend. Todd said he wants to try and beat me at another game of golf,” I continued my dropped conversation.

“You do know he practiced strictly to beat you?” she muttered with a giggle.

“I’m not surprised…he still won’t beat me though,” I replied.

I kissed her forehead and sighed happily. We spent the rest of the evening peacefully snuggling and discussing whatever topic came up….including marriage…