45 Days to Save the Bad Boy

Thirty-Four

“Georgie is a helper, and a warrior, a fairy princess who loves to cuddle and a dragon afraid of nothing.

“I love her exactly the way she is,” Breton said to the camera.  “And so I was wondering..” he turned to me, “Georgia Talbot, will you be my girlfriend?”

“If I say yes, can we share your car?” I asked, voice choked with emotion.

He kissed me, cutting off any further questions I might have had.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he whispered, kissing me again.

“Me too,” I told him with a laugh.  "But did you really have to make a YouTube video to ask me?"

Apparently, when you’re a couple, you have to do couple-y things.  Breton kissed me like, a billion times that day.  And held my hand a lot.  And hugged me, and touched my hair any chance he got.  

He stayed over for dinner, and my mom made homemade cheesy oven-baked macaroni, which is usually reserved for special occasions.  We all talked and I told my mom that we were dating.  She just casually mentioned she had a feeling we were, and that was that.  Of course, I was prepared to get a whole talk later that night.

“Thanks for coming over, Breton,” I said after dinner as we stood at the front door.

“Thank you, Georgie,” he told me, bending down for a kiss.  I obliged.

“Goodnight,” I said softly.

“‘Night,” he replied.  We stood there for a minute until I snapped out of it.

“Right, right, you’re leaving.  Okay, thank you for coming over, bye, goodnight, I said all of that…” I trailed off, noticing Breton’s grin.

“What?” I asked self-consciously.

“I just like that you’re not…changing,” he answered.

“I’m never going to change,” I assured him.

“Good,” he told me, hugging me one last time.  “Goodnight Georgie, I love you.”

“Ditto,” I teased.  He grinned and walked out the door.

“Ditto?” my mom inquired behind me.  “That’s what you’ve got?  Ditto?”

“Don’t judge!” I scolded jokingly.

“My little baby, all grown up,” she said.  “I guess that means you can give me the talk we’re about to have.”

“You know, that would be really enjoyable,” I assured her, “really I’d like that.  But I’m going to trust that you’re mature enough to know what you’re doing, and all the temptations involved in being a relationship at your age.  I know when it comes down to it, you’ll do the right thing.”

“Nice try, daughter mine,” my mom told me, “but we’re still having the talk.”

I groaned, following her into the main room where we proceeded to review everything I already knew about the temptations of a relationship and how it’s better to wait.

“Mom,” I said, “I believe in waiting until marriage.  And Breton and I aren’t even close to that point in a relationship yet.”

“Better safe than sorry,” she sang.  “Make sure you-“

“Don’t say it!” I shrieked.  “If anything happens, I will, I promise!”

“I was just going to tell you to make sure you talk it through with Breton before anything happens.  And remember that you live with your mother, who is home when you are.  And Mrs. Joel works from home most days, while Mr. Joel is usually tinkering away on his hobby downstairs.”

“Thanks, Mom,” I moaned.  “I will sufficiently avoid the topic for the rest of my life.”

She seemed satisfied.  “Then my work here is done.  Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight Mom,” I muttered.  “Love you.”

“Ditto,” she laughed.

“Moooommm,” I groaned as she climbed the stairs, laughing at me.  When I thought it couldn’t get worse, Breton texted me.

From: Breton

I’ve just thought of this.  Maybe “ditto” will be our always

To: Breton

No.  Please, stop the torture.

From: Breton

I “ditto” you

To: Breton

You’re mean

From: Breton

But you ditto me

To: Breton

No.  I love you.  Drop the ditto.  Drop it.

From: Breton 

Fine.  Only because I love you too.

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It's shorter, but this is what I've got.

Photo on the side is an amazing cover done by Wonder-ful, so this chapter's dedication is for Megan a.k.a Wonder-ful.  Thank you!!

The story is almost over!  Two chapters - possibly three - and an epilogue!