forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Her cheeks flushed again. God, she was brilliant. He adored her too much.

“Not really,” he answered, winking at her. “Plus, we’re here already.”

Daisy huffed and rolled her eyes again, poking his arm. “Then put me down, nerd,” she muttered, glancing at his car.

“Here you are, my gorgeous writer,” Arvil set her down gently before pressed the unlock button on his controller. “After you.”

Daisy hummed, glancing up at him before opening the passenger side door of the car. She slipped inside, then closed it after herself. Once in the car, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes for a moment. It was going to be an interesting break, wasn’t it?

Arvil walked over to his side of the car, opened the door, and sat inside. He buckled his seatbelt before he started the engine, waiting for a few seconds before backing out of the parking lot.

“So,” he broke the silence. “Chipotle.”

“Yes, Chipotle. Have you ever been before?” Daisy asked, turning to face him as she asked.

“Of course,” Arvil responded, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “Why do you think I haven’t?”

Daisy shrugged, then realized he might not be able to see her. “I don’t know, really. I was just curious. I’m sure there are people who haven’t been before.”

“I haven’t been there in a while now,” Arvil admitted. “It had always been takeout. I never stayed and ate at a restaurant unless it was for a business meeting.”

“Oh, all right. Makes sense,” Daisy mused, nodding a couple of times. “I used to go there all the time, but then I got busy, too. I go once or twice a month, now.”

“It’s weird how we talk so formally,” Arvil muttered under his breath. “All the time. Have you noticed that?”

Daisy blinked, then looked back up at him. “Oh… Well, I guess, uh… It might be because I just really don’t know what to talk about? I’m not a people person, Arvil,” she said with a sigh. “Sorry that this is so awkward…”

“No, I understand completely,” Arvil quickly assured her. “I’m like that, too, and I don’t mind. I just noticed how we always talk like this.”

“Well, yeah, I guess we do,” Daisy agreed musingly, tilting her head to the side in thought. “And I’m glad that you don’t have a problem with that. This is just how I talk to most people, anyway.”

Arvil simply shrugged. Soon, they were at their destination, and Arvil parked the car.

“Here we are,” he breathed. “We wasted ten minutes, so now I have you for fifty.”

“It’ll be another ten back, so it’s really forty,” Daisy reminded him as she opened the door and stepped out of the car. “Ready to go eat, fiancé?”

Arvil cursed under his breath, exiting the car and following after her. “Definitely. Is that even a question, darling?”

“It is a question, yes, but it was a rhetorical one,” Daisy chuckled as they walked.

Once they were seated, Arvil looked at his fiancée.

“A few more days to go,” he murmured. “How are you feeling about that?”

Daisy blinked and looked up at Arvil slowly. She sighed, glanced away, then looked back at him.

“I’m… nervous. We’re saying vows before everyone, Arvil, and we have no intentions of keeping them,” she murmured, shaking her head. But we should. We should keep them. Tell me you want to keep them.

“I don’t have any intention in breaking those vows, Daisy,” he murmured quietly. “But we’ll see what we can or can’t do when the time is there.”

Daisy’s eyebrows shot up, color flooding her cheeks. He— he didn’t? Why-ever not? He couldn’t truly love her. Could he?

“Arvil… I—“ She stopped, looking down at the table and rubbing at her face. “Okay.”

Maybe that was a wrong thing to say. She must have gotten the wrong idea, even though what he said was true. He had no intention of breaking the vows he’d make to her.

“Decided what you want to eat?” he questioned, breaking the silence.

Daisy nodded before glancing back up at him. “Yes. I know what I’m getting,” she answered softly, actually meeting his gaze. “And thank you.”

Arvil quirked an eyebrow at her, a bit surprised when she made eye contact with him. “Thank you for…?”