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Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Daisy shrugged, a light blush rising to her face. “Nothing, really. Just… being you,” she murmured.

Never mind the fact that your promising that means a lot to me.

Arvil kept his eyes on her, head tilted to the side, watching the blush on her cheeks.

“You get flustered easily, don’t you?” he murmured. “It’s cute.”

Why did he have to say that? His words only made Daisy’s blush darken further, and she glanced down at the table.

“Not usually, no,” she muttered, glancing up at him from below her eyelashes. “You just happen to be an annoying tease.”

Those words made him grin. Arvil leaned back in his chair, chuckling softly.

“So I get to you,” he hummed, satisfied. “Good to know, Daisy…”

“I didn’t say that,” Daisy argued weakly, pouting at him.

“But you meant it,” Arvil chuckled, reaching forward to pink her nose.

Daisy scrunched her nose up and leaned back out of his reach. The tease… Of course he knew what she meant. He already knew her so well. Maybe— Just maybe, if they hadn’t been thrown together in this situation, they could have been friends.

And then possibly something more…

[Time skip: a few days, Saturday morning; THE WEDDING]

The morning of her wedding, Daisy wanted nothing more than to just stay in bed and sleep the day away. Unfortunately, her alarm broke that dream at six in the morning. She, not being a morning person, was none too happy about it and proceeded to try to turn it off.

Unfortunately for her, she knew this would happen and, the night before, had set alarms for every five minutes until 6:30 am. So Daisy woke up at 6:15 in the morning, groaning and grumbling under her breath about how early mornings were cruel and unusual punishment and should only be used as a form of torture.

After turning the last of her alarms off, she pushed herself out of bed. Daisy made her way to the bathroom to do her business, then stared her day with a healthy breakfast of eggs and toast with strawberry jam. As of yet, it didn’t seem to have hit her. The fact that she was getting marr—

“Frick,” she hissed, nearly dropping an egg and fumbling with it in order to not do so. Now she realized what day it was and why she had to get up so ridiculously early… And the shock and anticipation of it was making her hands tremble as she made her breakfast.

Arvil hadn’t slept well the night before. It wasn’t because of work, no. Definitely not, though that itself was a surprise. Mr. Davis staying awake at night, but not because of work?

Truth was, he laid down to sleep, but he couldn’t find it. So he simply laid in bed the whole night, thinking of what would go down in just a few hours. There was also this inner fight on whether he should send Daisy a text or not. He didn’t. She needed her rest.

Up until morning, that was all he thought about. Maybe he dozed off for an hour or two, but even in his sleep, it was in his mind. Their wedding. His and Daisy’s. How did they come this far? It was only meant to be a fake relationship, but it evolved into a fake marriage. It was laughable. He knew they’d have to separate one day, but that just made it harder.

At six on the dot, the young man finally pushed himself off the bed. He relieved himself, brushed his teeth, and then took a long, relaxing shower.

He didn’t feel relaxed even the slightest. How could he? He was about to wed the woman he liked very much, but could not have because it was a fake marriage.

“All right, Davis,” Arvil muttered to himself, looking into the mirror after his shower, a small towel draped over his hair. “Just relax. This day’ll go by fast. Just. Relax.”

He couldn’t listen to himself. He still wanted to hear her voice.

Call him, a voice in Daisy’s mind prompted her. She shook her head to rid it of such thoughts, but her hands still quivered. That voice was once again speaking, telling her, You know he will help, so call him.

A long sigh escaped her lips as she finally finished up making her eggs. After plating them, she made her way back to her room to grab her phone. Should she call him? Would that be weird? Or… would be even mind? What if he thought it was creepy?

Arvil had been staring at his phone for a couple of minutes, sighing to himself. He should call her at least. Ask her how she was doing, how she slept. It was common courtesy, wasn’t it? She was going to be his wife soon.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he hit the call button and pressed the phone to his ear.

Daisy has just reached her bedroom when she heard her phone ringing. She blinked, then quickened her pace to reach it and pick it up. Double checking the caller ID and noting that it was, in fact, Arvil, she answered.

“Hey. Good morning,” she said softly, taking the phone with her out to the kitchen.

When she answered the phone, Arvil released a breath. A smile immediately made its way to his lips.

“Morning,” he greeted back, his voice a little rough. “Slept well?”

Daisy bit her lip at the roughness in his voice. She shook her head to clear the thoughts that came with the sound. It was not great time to be thinking like that.

“Yes… Yeah, I did,” she said eventually, putting the phone on speakerphone to take her things to the dining room. “Did you?”

“Definitely,” Arvil replied back, chuckling a little. He heard clatters of plates, but didn’t comment. Either she was eating, or was about to. “Did you eat yet?”

“No, I’m just getting that started,” Daisy said as she sat down. She took a deep breath, sighing before she spoke again. “You actually called me at a perfect time… I was just about to call you, myself.”

A grin took over his lips. “Really?” it was a stupid thing to be happy about, but Arvil was glad. She wanted to call him. Well, she was about to, anyway. “That makes me happy, darling.”

Daisy hummed, a small smile overtaking her lips when she heard the happiness in his voice. “Yeah… I just— I guess I needed to talk to you. You know, we’ll be, uh, getting married in a few hours, and I, uh… I think I needed you to, um, calm me down? Because you’re good at that.”

Arvil leaned back in his seat, grinning at her words. She thought he could calm her down. He was able to calm her down.

“Well,” he started softly, “You’ll be fine, Daisy. If you’re worried about messing up, don’t be. You won’t make a mistake.”

“That’s only partially what I’m worried about, but thank you,” Daisy breathed. She took another couple of deep breaths, trying to get rid of her flood of nervousness, before she was able to start again. “It’s kinda more of… the whole thing. The wedding and marriage and everything. I’m sort of a mess over here.”

Arvil ran a hand through his hair and chewed on his lip before he finally answered. “Hey, I’m with you,” he reminded her gently. “We’re in this together. You’re not alone. I’m with you till the end, okay? You have nothing to be worried about.”

Daisy nodded, though she knew he couldn’t see her. After a few seconds of silence, she let out a loose breath.

“Okay… Thank you, Arvil,” she murmured, smiling a bit. “That’s actually helped.”

“I’m glad it did,” Arvil murmured back. “Question: is it against the rules to see the bride before the wedding? Am I supposed to wait till I see you at the altar?”

“Against the rules? No. Considered bad luck? Maybe. Some couples do a first look, and some just see each other the morning of the wedding,” Daisy mused. “Why? What we’re you thinking?”

“I was thinking of seeing my bride before she has to leave to get ready for the wedding,” he answered nonchalantly. “You know, to see how she’s really doing.”