Chapter 19 - L + N 4Ever(Narrated by the Watcher):
Lolita turned out to be a real beauty. I kept her headband, but colored it her favorite color--yellow! Now she and Nicholas will be matching . . . teeheehee.
Unlike most townies, she has this gorgeous golden-brown hair, as opposed to the usual greeny-brown, and I am so hopeful the nooboo will inherit her color! Her gray eyes remind me immensely of Thornton's, and have fantastic shape, and--eep--freckles! It's too bad they aren't hereditary, but they certainly add to her characteristic appearance.
In summary, she has no bad facial features, fantastic hair, and all-around good genes to pass down. Total score! (Is it just me, or does she really look like Emma Hatch?)
As for the wardrobe, I recolored a a little dress from Showtime I have been in love with forever, and finally had an excuse to use the cat earrings! I didn't realize until later that she and Nicholas have matching sleepwear . . . a good omen!
Back to the regularly scheduled program. I was just turning from the dishwasher when I practically slammed into a--someone. I was just opening my mouth to tell her to watch where she was going when I realized that a) she was a
her and b) she was a very
pretty her.
"
Oh, you must be the very handsome son!" She said happily. Not exactly a standard introduction, but I was okay with being called the very handsome son. "
I'm Lolita, Lolita Goth. How do you do?"
"
I . . . do do . . . doodoo? Wait a minute--I'm Nicholas, but most people call me Nick. Are you related to the Goths, up at the big mansion? I hear Gunther just died--too bad, since Cornelia's a fairy now." At her blank gaze, I elaborated, "
Gunther Goth. And his wife, Cornelia."
"
Wife? But . . . we're married! Ah, well, I suppose death does get in the way of such things."
At this point, I was a little confuzzled, but why ruin the moment? "
So, does this mean that you're single?"
Mom entered presently and kept an eye on us under the disguise of cooking.
"
Nicholas, I don't suppose you've met Lolita? I just invited her to move in until she gets back on her feet, since she was just resurrected and all. Why don't you two keep on talking, don't mind me!"
I whispered, "
You know she's just pretending to cook, right? To eavesdrop on us?"
"
Eavesdrop on us doing what?"
"
Well, I had a few ideas . . ."
After we kissed, Mom told me that it was past my bedtime. Lolita followed me up to my room and settled into bed next to me without hesitating, making us sleeping beside each other seem completely natural. Normal.
Meant to be. At any rate, I know I dreamed of only one thing that night.
In the morning, I asked her to . . . go out on a date. With me. I then explained exactly what a date
is, since she didn't recognize the term. After I had defined the term, she went along with me but said that I really should talk to her father first.
We walked down to the little hidden beach down the hill, and quickly fell into each other's arms.
Naturally, Arlo and the Bunches showed up to kill the mood. However, not even
the nose could ruin our romantic moment!
After that, our pictures were taken facing the water. Please enjoy.
I asked her to be my girlfriend in a quavery, nervous little voice that cracked on a few syllables, but she stopped me mid-sentence with a kiss.
I had planned to propose at that beach, but . . . I just didn't feel like the option was available, y'know? Instead, I settled for a few kisses . . . or many, many, manymanymany kisses . . .
Upon arriving back at home several hours later, we took some time in the photobooth to commemorate our relationship. The picture on the bottom left is my favorite.
