“Another beer, please?” Elise called over the bar to the bartender before turning back to the man she was rambling all her problems to. “My mom called today.” She paused, a frown to her face. “They arranged a man for me to marry, saying I am getting to old for an unmarried woman. They want me to meet him this weekend. Can you believe that?! Who the hell has arranged marriages these days?!”
The bartender slid a cold beer in her direction. Nodding in appreciation, she turned back to the man. “What am I going to do now? I don’t want to marry some strange guy that my crazy mom picked out!” Slumping onto the counter, she sighed. This always happened when she went drinking with Steve. Get a few drinks in her and she spills her life problems to him. Well, it wasn’t like this was anything new, Steve had been around long enough to accept all her little quirks. Being childhood friends just kind of did that to a person. By now they had no secrets between each other.
None, except one.
Elise was utterly and madly in love with Steve. Unrequited, she was sure, but then again, it wasn’t like she had ever given him a chance to make that decision. It may have been obvious to others, but she had never admitted it out loud to the one person that mattered. Perhaps he already knew and was just ignoring it so they didn’t have to go through the uncomfortable rejection. Sure, there were several times that she thought she was ready to tell him, but the time always slipped through her fingers with bad opportunities. May that be, he was with someone else, or she was with someone else, it never worked out, and by now, she was so frustrated by the situation that she would do almost anything to just get the courage to make her move.
Wait…
This could be it! Perhaps this was the situation she had been waiting for. Why not make the best of being randomly engaged to a stranger. Suddenly, her back straightened, turning to face Steve. “You could help me!” She paused, then tried to explain. “If I am dating someone, my mom won’t try to force marriage on me! You can be my boyfriend!” She paused again, realizing just how crazy she sounded. “Well, f-fake boyfriend, of course.” Chewing on her bottom lip anxiously she leaned in closer. “What do you say? They already know you, so not liking you won’t be a problem. But, they may need a little proof to really call it off.” She glanced up at him, that pleading look she always gave him when she wanted something. “Please?”
The bartender slid a cold beer in her direction. Nodding in appreciation, she turned back to the man. “What am I going to do now? I don’t want to marry some strange guy that my crazy mom picked out!” Slumping onto the counter, she sighed. This always happened when she went drinking with Steve. Get a few drinks in her and she spills her life problems to him. Well, it wasn’t like this was anything new, Steve had been around long enough to accept all her little quirks. Being childhood friends just kind of did that to a person. By now they had no secrets between each other.
None, except one.
Elise was utterly and madly in love with Steve. Unrequited, she was sure, but then again, it wasn’t like she had ever given him a chance to make that decision. It may have been obvious to others, but she had never admitted it out loud to the one person that mattered. Perhaps he already knew and was just ignoring it so they didn’t have to go through the uncomfortable rejection. Sure, there were several times that she thought she was ready to tell him, but the time always slipped through her fingers with bad opportunities. May that be, he was with someone else, or she was with someone else, it never worked out, and by now, she was so frustrated by the situation that she would do almost anything to just get the courage to make her move.
Wait…
This could be it! Perhaps this was the situation she had been waiting for. Why not make the best of being randomly engaged to a stranger. Suddenly, her back straightened, turning to face Steve. “You could help me!” She paused, then tried to explain. “If I am dating someone, my mom won’t try to force marriage on me! You can be my boyfriend!” She paused again, realizing just how crazy she sounded. “Well, f-fake boyfriend, of course.” Chewing on her bottom lip anxiously she leaned in closer. “What do you say? They already know you, so not liking you won’t be a problem. But, they may need a little proof to really call it off.” She glanced up at him, that pleading look she always gave him when she wanted something. “Please?”