Grant established himself as a policeman, and Celandine delved into the world of novel-writing, computer repair, and hacking. They didn't talk much, and when they did it was to enthuse about work or speak casually about one's day for Grant in the least attempted to be friendly. No sparks seemed to be lighting, of anything her computer use and hanging art seemed to disgust him.
However things suddenly took a turn one morning over a breakfast of leftovers. Celandine's thoughts turned from disturbed solitude to the musings of a hopeless romantic, and that morning the sight of him appeased her palate in a way much greater than the cold plate of refrigerator food.
He noticed all the things he hadn't previously the very next morning; The way her hair fell slightly disheveled to rest at chest level when out of her usually so constraining pony-tail; the length of her legs in the shorts she wore to bed-shorts he equated to a denim manifestation of evil.
His kiss was unexpected, shy, sweet. It caught her completely off guard. She told herself then that she would marry him despite all odds stacked against that fact. But beforehand she would not let him further their relationship in any over-intimate way.
Well Maybe just one more kiss.
She would definitely marry him.
She was swept off her feet in that moment, and despite commitment issues he proposed that they 'go steady'. She thought his boyishness sweet and could respond not in the negative
Maybe he was just being 'nice' earlier in the week because he broke her toilet.
On the days he slept in, she enjoyed once more her solitude and relished in it. Relished in loneliness and silence. Pure peace with no demands.
On some days she identified even with the very characteristics of his personality she so loathed. She learned much handiness in dealing with the ancient beast that was her personal computer. So in some ways she began to appreciate him for who he was.
Art still disgusted him, however. And he would make no allowances. He scoffed at every potted plant and hanging photograph or print he came upon, lucky for her they were few for she had not yet the funds to furnish the house in richness of art.
A week passed in silence when suddenly, as she turned the corner after cleaning the morning dishes Grant surprised her in a way she never expected. A way so uncharacteristic she was speechless in any other manner but to aqueous to his request, with hand motions and laughter, and swift excited nods of the head.
Happiness was not the word.
Joy Perhaps.
For the Hopeless Romantic was seeing her day.
The bachelor party was a bust.
With only two friends, and a fiancee away at an art gallery.
Friends left early, and Grant was left with only an overly flirty dancer to keep him company.
Celandine, knowing Grant's disposition was quite irritated by the dancer's presence, nothing to worry over arrived however, and the dancer went speedily home.
However Grant was able to relish in the mischievousness appearance and light flirting for how it so greatly affected his soon to be wife.
Celandine's bachelorette party was an absolute nightmare of unattractive male entertainment, and a single guest-the dancer from her soon-to-be-husbands party. Though 'Dine did manage to acquire a new best friend from the interaction.
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