He was probably freaked out or maybe angry I asked him instead of letting him ask me-if those were his intentions anyway.īut then, he spun around, picked me up off my feet, and kissed me, pressing his lips to mine and backing me into a parked car. I held him, my cheek resting against his back and water catching between my lips. “Marry me, Will Grayson.” I rushed up and hugged his back, wrapping my arms around him. “I’m wild crazy for you, and I’m sure I’ll kill you at some point, but… God, I love you so much, and I want you to marry me.” More tears streamed down my face as I choked out the words. “I love you,” I said, and I could see people filming us with their phones out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t care. God, my mouth was so dry I couldn’t swallow.
I wasn’t sure I could do this if he looked at me. He stood there, frozen, not turning around, but that was okay. Slowly, I climbed to my feet and turned to face him, seeing him stopped. “I’m not going.“Will you marry me?” I asked, breathing hard and my heart hammering. I crumpled it in my fist, about to toss it onto the floor of my locker, but Elle plucked it out of my hand and stuck it inside my jacket, slipping it in between two buttons.īut I was swatting Elle’s hand away. “As tempting as that is, you need this more than me.” She held it for a moment and then sighed, handing it back to me. One senior used their only pass to invite me? video from allistermarie (allistermarie): 'Reply to emma.dukic Emory Scott - Nightfall / The Devils Night Series by Penelope Douglas.
Non-seniors could attend only if they secured an invitation from the graduating class, and even then, the seniors were only allowed to invite one person each.
The senior lock-in was held every October, and it was tonight. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. “Are you serious?” Elle blurted out, snatching the ticket from my hand and staring at it. My hand shook as I read it over and over again, recognizing the black paper with the ornate silver border and the serial number identifying every ticket sold. I was hungry.īut then, I saw a black strip of cardstock tied to Godzilla’s tail and ripped it off the ribbon. I hadn’t checked what time sunset was to know when I could eat, and I’d forgotten to bring anything for after the game. We were in the minority in Thunder Bay, so we stood out.Īnyone could’ve sent this, and I was tempted to keep the snack bar. In a town like this, everyone knew who the Jewish kids were.
“It’s from someone who knows it’s Yom Kippur,” she said. She read the note, “Sunset is at 6:38 p.m.” “What’s this?” Elle picked up the paper and granola bar tied to its leg. Why Do We Dream and What is Actually a Dream?Īnd then my face fell.
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