|The Perfect Prince
Author: cdr1687 PM
Every girl wants that perfect prince charming, but Brandon doesn't exactly fit that mold. Katie is lost in a world of romance when... You will have to read to find out! PLEASE R&RRated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 11 - Words: 9,796 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 09-26-05 - Published: 03-11-05 - id: 1856218
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'Why did I let him talk me into this,' I said to myself. Here we were sitting in my living room, waiting.
'Probably waiting for my death,' I thought. How could Brandon be so calm, just sitting there staring at the wall, I would never know.
"Are you okay," he asked turning towards me.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"So what's up with you two today," my mother asked cheerfully walking into the room and plopping down onto the couch opposite of us. "Are you going out again?"
"Well," I mumbled turning towards Brandon.
Brandon started to speak before I could even find the words. "Well Ms. Haralson Katie and I have something to tell you."
"Well," she said looking at me with concern. "What is it?"
"Well mom," I began. Before I could even get a sentence out of my mouth Brandon was beginning to talk again.
"Katie is pregnant," he blurted out.
I watched the whole scene as if I was stepping outside of myself for a moment. My mom was sitting there her mouth dropped open slightly. For several moments, she just sat there staring at us.
To my surprise, I heard laughter coming from her in the next moment. I looked up at her with confusion. Brandon just stared at me and me at him.
"You are kidding, right," she asked bursting into another round of laughter. "This all some kind of joke, right."
"No," I mumbled ducking my head down.
Her laughter halted for a moment and again she just stared at us both.
Brandon broke the silence in an instant. "Ms. Haralson I promise you this wasn't planned. It was just a mistake and we really…"
"No," she said holding up her hand. "I don't think I need your excuses! What I do want though is for you too leave."
It was the calmest I had ever seen my mother. I had expected her to flip out, maybe yell, and scream. The shock had not quiet hit her yet, I figured.
Brandon stood to leave, but I pulled his arm and made him sit back down. "No, you aren't leaving," I said calmly.
"Yes, he is," my mother interjected. "And as soon as he does we are going to get you to a clinic. I just pray we can get rid of this mistake, before it's too late."
"No," I screamed standing up. "Come on we are leaving," I grabbed Brandon's arm and pulled him out of the room.
"Didn't quiet go as well as I hoped it would," he said laughing as I slammed the door behind me.
"You still want to get married," I asked shoving him up against the brick wall of the house.
He laughed and just stood there. "Well not if you are going to be an abusive wife," he said laughing.
"Never mind," I said starting to walk away. "I should have known you wouldn't understand."
"Wait," he said grabbing my arm and pulling me back towards him. "See you can't take a joke," he said looking at me a smile still on his face.
"Yes, I still want to marry you, but not when you are just agreeing to it out of anger towards your mother."
"I am not," I said sighing. "I love you, and I want to be with you!"
"Are you sure," he asked.
"Yes," I screamed jumping into his arms.
"Okay, okay," he said into my ear. He pulled my back and looked at me. "Sorry," he mumbled. "You were choking me. I love you," he said kissing my nose and eyes.
"I love you too," I mumbled as he pulled me into his arms.