Choosing Mr. Destiny - Chapter 24: Chapter 24

Ashley's POV
As I finished deliberating with myself about coming out, I finally made a decision.
If I didn't come out now, then when? For the past years I kept telling myself to just wait a little longer. But if I continued convincing myself that I have all the time I could ever have, then I won't be able to build the courage that I needed.
It's now or never. If I don't do this now then I will surely regret it in the future. Sometimes you just have to take risk to finally have the taste of freedom. It might cause you pain but in the end, it will all be worth it.
We all know this saying: "No pain, no gain."
You won't gain freedom without facing pain.
So with that in mind, I walked out of my room and made my way down the stairs. With sweaty hands and nerves going all crazy and haywire, I walked into the living room with Papa sitting on his chair reading the newspaper.
When Papa noticed my presence, I gave him a smile; which I'm sure looked more like a grimace than an actual smile.
"Hey Papa, can I have a minute? I just have something to tell you." I asked while rubbing my hands on my jeans to rid the sweatiness.
Papa eyed me curiously. "What is it bud?" He questioned while motioning on the couch across from him.
"Well uhm.... It's just.... I uh...." I stuttered stupidly.
Papa chuckled. "What is it Ash. You know you can tell me anything right?" He asked giving me a comforting smile but at the moment it was no near comforting when you know you are about to come out to them as gay.
I took in a deep breath. "Uhm. I-I know know you have a different view of uhm..... Homosexuality Papa, but I just.... I just can't keep hiding myself from everyone anymore." I admitted making Papa to sit straighter on his seat.
"What do you mean?" Papa asked with furrowed brows.
I looked into Papa's eyes through my lashes and saw rage starting to build up in them. And in that very moment, I started to fear for my life.
I opened my mouth to give Papa a reply but I feel like my voice won't let me speak out not even one single word. I just sat there looking like a fish out of the water.
"What do you mean, Ash?" Papa asked with his voice oddly calm, but I know it's far from being calm at this very moment.
"I'm gay, Papa." I finally admitted with my voice so low that you would think he won't be able to hear it. But I doubt he didn't hear what I said.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Papa let out a chuckle.
"You're kidding me right?" He questioned.
I looked down to my lap and shook my head.
"You can't be serious Ash." He said shaking his head in disbelief. "This is a joke right? You're just pranking me, are you?"He added. "Answer me." Papa said with his voice raised while I just sat there without uttering a word.
"This is unbelievable. My son isn't one of those sick disgusting f*ggots." He said more to himself.
"Papa, I might be gay but that doesn't mean I'm no longer your son. It's just my sexual orientation that have changed Papa. I'm still the same Ash that you know." I told him but then Papa turned his attention to me with his expression now filled with hate.
"Are you sure? Because from what I've read and learned, being a homosexual is a sin. And I'm sure you knew that." He stated.
"I just thought you would understa...." I wasn't able to finish when Papa cut me off.
"Did you really think that just because you are my son, I'd gladly accept your chosen path of being a homosexual wholeheartedly?" He questioned in disbelief.
"I-I just t-thought you would atleast listen and understand." I whispered.
"How will I understand when my son just came out to me as gay, huh? You don't know what dirt you just put to our family name from choosing to be homosexual. You just chose to be a disgrace to our family."
"Papa it's still me." I said merely in a whisper as I tried to reason to him.
He shook his head vigorously once again before he turned his gaze to me.
"No, it's not you. You're not the Ash I know. My son isn't a f*cking f*aggot." He spat.
Every time he throws that name towards me, it hurts more than being shot by a gun multiple times.
I looked down as tears blurred my line of vision.
"I just thought you'd hear me out. You're my father........." I was cut off when Papa decided to speak.
"Not anymore." He said, making me look up at him in disbelief. "I'm no longer your father. You're no longer my son." He added.
Looking at my father giving me hateful looks was already more than enough to make me want to cry, but with him spitting hurtful words makes me want to just end my life.
And that's one of the thoughts that was running in my head.
Just end my life for good.
But of course, I'm a coward.
I always am, and always will be.
I can't even hold a freaking knife properly, much more hurt myself. And now, in result of that said cowardice, I'm stuck in this mess I call life.
"I did care for you Ash. But things can change easily in just a blink of an eye." He admitted accompanied by a sigh. "Now, after you confessed your true sexuality to me, my views of how I see you as my son changed. And it's not in a good way either." He sighed again. "Just a couple of minutes ago, I can see myself in you because I know you will do great with what I envisioned you to do. But now..." He trailed off as he shook his head in utter disappointment. "No one cares about you. I don't care about you. You're not my son anymore. My son no longer exist after you told me that you are gay. I know you chose that path, I know you did. You were fine before but now I don't even know you. You are NOT my son anymore." Papa shook his head in disappointment without even giving me single glance.
"If you never chose to be a Homosexual then I wouldn't have said what I have said and everything would still be normal; YOU would still be normal. But you chose to be a Sinner." He said. "You know God is against Homosexuality but you still chose to be one. You're not normal Ashley Dale. You have been infected with a contagious disease from this world, and here you are thinking it's totally fine? You're making a fool of yourself. No homosexual is welcome in this family, and you don't deserve to carry our family name." Papa said with hate and disgust lacing his voice.
He didn't mean what he just said, did he?
I can't believe Papa would say those words to me, his son.
"Papa you're wrong. I didn't choose to be gay." I spoke up. "I didn't choose to be anything because It's who I am. And It's not a matter of choosing, it's about self discovery and acceptance. As I grew older, I learned the real me and I chose to be true to myself. I didn't choose to be gay, nor be straight. I chose to be real." I stated as tears cascaded down my cheeks. "You may see me as someone completely different, but I'm still human just like you. The same human that breathes the same air that you do, lives in the same planet you are standing on, and ends up buried six feet under when the time comes. The only difference between the two of us is my sexuality, which isn't suppose to be your business in the first place. I shouldn't have cared even if you accept me for who I am or not. But because you're my father, it matters to me that's why it hurts." I ranted as tears continued to stream down my face.
"But you know Papa, I got tired." I told him. "This is my life and it's up to me how I run it. I'm suppose to be the one in charge of my life, not you. But because I love you as my father, I let you gain control and shape me the way you want me to be. I threw away my own happiness because I didn't want to disappoint you or our family. I let you control my life like a puppet because I thought it would make you happy. But then I realized, what about me? What about my own happiness? Doesn't my own happiness matters too?" I paused as I sighed.
"I'm sorry if I can't be the son that you want me to be, and I'm sorry that I disappointed you. But I'm tired of pretending Papa. I'm really tired of pretending that I'm okay of you pushing me to be someone that I don't want to be. I don't want to be a Missionarian Papa. I want to finally be free. Be able to do what I wished to do. Specially when it comes to my studies. I've always wanted to pursue the course that I really wanted ever since I was in high school, but you prohibited me in doing so. I did all that you asked me to do. I tried to go to the Missionary for you. I did everything to please you that's why I set all my happiness aside." I cried my heart out infront of my father in hopes to convince him.
Papa looked at me in pure disgust and it crumpled my heart to see it.
"Enough with your nonesense excuses. You became gay because you CHOSE to be gay. Nothing will change that obvious fact." Papa spat hurtfully at me as I remained standing there looking at him with pleading eyes.
"I would have let you pursue what ever course you want if it weren't for the fact that you're a faggot." He stated bluntly. And it felt like tens of millions of poisoned daggers stabbing me in the heart all at once. "If you choose to be gay then I won't be able to help you with your studies Ash and you can't change my mind." Papa said sternly. I looked at my father in pure shock with tears still streaming down my cheeks.
"But Papa that's too much. Plea..." I said but Papa cut me off.
"No more buts Ashley Dale. Go to your room." Papa ordered stern and final with his voice full of authority.
"Papa please just listen." I said pleadingly.
"I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Papa shouted angrily as he looked at me with eyes full of hatred.
I squirmed and recoiled to myself at his unexpected outburst. Shock evident on my face.
"Papa, just...just listen." I said barely in a whisper.
"Go.to.your.room.Ashley Dale." Papa ordered in gritted teeth.
"Papa, just..... please." I pleaded as I knelt in front of him in desperation.
I grabbed his arm as I cried my eyes out. But what happened next totally caught me off guard.
He back handed me.
I was left staring at the floor as I realized my own father laid their hands on me.
I was shocked he'd actually done it.
He promised he would never hurt me.
"Don't you dare touch me, Ashley." He said disgusted as he pulled his arm away from my grasp. "My decision is final, and there is nothing you can do to change it." He added as his voice boomed loudly in the room.
I remained kneeling infront of him. I looked at him with pleading eyes, still hoping that he will change his mind. Even though he slapped me, I still hoped that he cared for me, that he still love me, even just a little bit.
But by the looks he's sending my way, I know the love he had for me before has vanished to thin air. And it hurts worse than being stabbed to death.
"Now get out of my face." He said as he kicked me on the chest, sending me to the floor.
I looked at my father in utter shock but he seems not to care at all.
He stood up from his seat and towered over me with his eyes burning with pure disgust.
"You're now an annoying dirt to this family." He spat before walking towards the window.
After hearing what he said, I was no longer able to hold my emotions at bay and I let myself sob into my hands, feeling hopeless and utterly broken to pieces.
"Know this Ash. And put this inside that thick skull of yours." He started. "Even if your Mother disagree with me about this, my decision won't change. You put our family to shame and if the Congregation found out that I'm keeping a homosexual under my roof, I won't hesitate to kick you out with nothing but the clothes you're currently wearing." Papa said angrily.
I was obviously left speechless after his statement that all I could do was let more tears to stream down from my eyes.
"Now go to your room Ashley Dale. I don't want to hear more of your worthless excuses." He said. "And you're giving me a headache, now go!" He yelled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
And with a heavy heart, I stood to my feet and proceeded on walking towards my room.
Once I was in front of my room, I just stood there doing nothing as my father's words keep replaying inside my head. And right there, I closed my eyes and just wished everything will be fine.
I tried opening the door but my shaky hands won't let me. And with tears blurring my line of sight, It made the task at hand even harder. But eventually, I managed. Once I got the door opened, I stepped inside and locked my door gently behind me as I let out a shaky breath. I turned my back against the door and rested my head on the hard wood. No longer having the control over my own body anymore, I finally broke down as I slid slowly to the carpeted floor.
As my tears rolled down my cheeks, I turned my eyes to my closet where I used to watch gay romantic movies and just plainly hide from the judgemental and biggoted world. After deciding about it, I stood up to my feet and slowly made my way to the small closet. After closing the door and managing to securely lock it, I sat down with my thighs close to my chest and my arms folded on top of my knees. I rested my head above my arms and started crying again. After once again recalling what my father have said earlier, tear after tear continued cascading down my cheeks as if it were a stream of water.
That was all I was able to do. Just cry as I sobbed uncontrolably until there was nothing left for me to cry. I just let all the hurt go out freely.
The emptiness and the sorrow that I felt mainly because of the hate and judgements was slowly eating me away until nothing remains. I can only take enough until there is too much for me to handle that I finally break down.
I may be gay; or in the eyes of my father, a homosexual and a sinner, but I still get hurt like everyone does.
My sexuality may be different but I'm still human, though I guess people are just too hateful, judgmental, and blind to see that.
I quickly bolt up from my bed after having that dream while breathing heavily and with sweat forming on my forehead.
The dream looked so real I thought it was actually happening. I thought it was actually a reality. But thankfully, it wasn't. I knew I'm not ready to come out yet. I still need more time.
I sat up on my bed with a sigh and rubbed my face.
I wasn't able to get some much needed sleep specially after I had a talk with Connor. And now that I was finally able to drift off, the dream decided to intervene and ruin my slumber.
I sighed once again as I thought of the dream I just had.
What if it came true? What if it actually happened? What if it was a sign?
With what Connor told me last night, I can't help but let it bug me to no end.
I turned my head towards the night stand and saw the time on my clock.
2:30 a.m
Groaning, I laid back down on my bed.
As my mind begins to wander off, it started to think about Connor and what he told me. It wasn't really something to be bothered about but for some reason it's the main cause I couldn't get myself to sleep.
I know I can just shrug it off for now and not make it a big of a deal, but seems like, I couldn't.
It was one of the thoughts invading my mind and from the looks of it, it's not planning to leave any time soon.
On the other hand, I've noticed Connor acting strange lately. More so after he had a serious brawl with Arthur. After that drama, he's been kind of off.
He seems to be not himself. His face looked normal but his eyes said something else; that he's scared. Or is it just me and my over-thinking mind?
But anyway, last night Connor and I had a little talk about something. He told me he's going back to Colorado and he wanted me to go with him.
He was actually planning to take me with him.
But how will I do that if I just moved here in a new country and a new household? I still don't have my permanent resident card which was suppose to arrive after three weeks, and I've only been here for about a week and a half.
I tried to reason him out but he seems to have a final decision about it. He said he just had to go back because there are alot of things he had to do and leaving me behind wasn't going to be one of his options. That's why he's trying to convince me to come with him. He didn't want to leave me here.
Also he said that he wanted to finally introduce me to his parents so we could start with our wedding preparations, which confuses me as hell. I thought we talked about it before that we don't have to hurry things up? I thought he's willing to wait for a few months or years until we can start planning for our wedding? But why is he rushing me into this now?
He also told me that maybe this is the right time for me to come out to my parents, which I was no way near being ready.
I mean, I'm only starting my life here in this country and I always wanted a job so I can provide my own needs. I wanted to settle my life and prepare myself for the worst before deciding it would be best for me to finally come out.
I know I am not ready. And I know Connor knows that as well.
Then again, why is he rushing me into this?
I just don't know what to think about the situation anymore. And I feel like something is wrong with Connor. I feel like something is bugging his mind because of the way he's been acting these past days, especially after he had a fight with Arthur.
The way he looked after that incident tells me there really is something wrong. I suspect that Arthur had told Connor something that might have caused him to act differently.
Did Arthur threatened him? Or is it something else that I have no idea about?
But what worried me more was Connor keeping something from me. But then again, it's hypocritical of me to say so because I'm also doing the same thing. After I decided not to tell a soul about me being raped by that monster, I know I don't have the right to be upset about someone keeping a secret from me. However, no matter how tragic the situation was, It all happened in the past and the past shouldn't be dug back ever again once it was buried.
That was the darkest day that ever happened in my entire life. And now I made it my duty to never ever think about it. Well, I did just now obviously. But my point is, that horrific and traumatic day will never be discussed ever. And I'm still not going to tell anyone about it any time soon. It's stupid, but I'm just not ready yet. I know I have to do it eventually, but for now, I just have to prepare myself.
In time, I'll finally have the courage to face my demons by myself.
As I was saying, Connor wanted to go back to his home town and now he wanted to take me with him. In which I am deliberating deeply whether I should go with him or not. But it is too obvious that Connor won't let me stay anyway. Once he decides, he decides for me as well, and I know it may sound kind of unfair but I just look at it as something for my own well being. Maybe he just thinks that I'm taking too much time hiding in the closet that I kept missing a chance for me to finally come out to my family.
But can he blame me? I'm too scared to face my parent's judgement and hate for me to even try to come out to them.
I know I'm missing my chances, but once fear overrules your mind, it overrules everything. Once negativity starts flooding your thoughts, it will be a hard task putting some positivity in it. Just like me, right when the fear of facing my parents' judgement flooded my mind, the will and courage I have built instantly flew out the window.
But I know this is not about me right now, it's about Connor and his rushed decision making.
Is it that hard to ask for an explanation? All I wanted since he told me last night about him going back to Colorado and him taking me is one clear explanation. And why he's rushing me into doing things I know I am no near ready to do.
I thought he said he's willing to wait? What happened to that promise?
"Ash? Are you awake?" Alicia said on the other side of the door.
I sighed and sat up on my bed.
It's not like I had any sleep anyway. So why bother staying in bed. I thought to myself.
I turned to look at the clock again and saw it's 7 am in the morning.
"Yeah, I'm awake." I replied groggily while rubbing my eyes.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
I sighed as I rubbed my face off from sleep.
"Yeah sure."
After that, she opened my bedroom door and trotted herself into my bed.
When she just sat there looking at me with a bed hair, I cleared my throat and raised a brow at her.
"Can I help you with something?" I asked unsure.
"Why is Connor packing?" She asked titling her head.
"What?" I questioned slightly taken aback.
"Why is Connor packing?" She repeated.
"Packing?" I asked again still taken aback.
I know Connor was serious about leaving but I didn't expect it to be today.
"Ugh. The brain cells are absent again. Okay, what I mean about packing is putting clo..." She tried explaining but I cut her off with a frown.
"I know what packing means, you nutthead." I told her and she rolled her eyes.
"Blah blah. Yeah sure. Clearly, you are not fully awake yet. Might as well give you a cold splash." She retorted back.
"What ever. So is Connor really packing?" I questioned while making my way into my bathroom to do my quick morning routine.
"No, he just decided to do a general cleaning." She sassed. "Well of course he's packing, you idiot. Why would I be knocking on your door at 7 am in the morning?" Alicia replied sassily making me groan.
"Well I don't know. Maybe you're just being your usual annoying self? Or maybe you wanted to use my bathroom for unknown reasons." I sassed back which in turn made Alicia look at me with a glare.
"Oh really? Says the person who sneaks into my bathroom to steal my eyeliner." She retorted back sassily again making me turn my head towards her.
And with that, she just sat there looking like she just won the lottery. And the usual, I groaned in annoyance.
People tend to forget how much of a struggle it is to have a sister that was born with major mental illness and was cursed with being hella annoying.
"Keep up with the sass Alicia and I'll make sure you'll lose something from your femininity." I threatened giving her a warning look.
She rolled her eyes, not taking my threat seriously.
"Oh yeah? How will you make me?"
I glared. "I guess your nipple isn't that precious after all.
"Ohhh scary. What're you going to do? Put a clipper on my bra? That's such a cheap shot, bro." She replied and I am not going to back down without a fight.
"Nope. I changed my mind. I'll put a foam on so it'll make your boobies a bit bigger, cause you know, you're not that gifted in that department." I told her and her expressions instantly darkened meaning I won the battle of sassiness.
"That was such a low blow, Ashley." She said while crossing her arms so she could cover her flat chest.
"What? Do you need a cold water for that burn?" I told her while holding a cup with cold water in it.
"Ugh. I hate you." She said groaning and walking out of my room. But before she completely walked out, she sent me a death glare first.
"Aw that's sweet of you. I HATE YOU TOO." I said while shouting the last part.
"What did I tell you about shouting early in the morning, Ash?" Mama yelled downstairs and I cringe.
And she just did.
Rolling my eyes at them, I continued doing my routine so I can quickly check if Connor really is packing.
He can't be serious, can he?
Well, I won't put my hopes up any higher knowing Connor. Once he made a decision, there is no turning back.
Which means, if we really are leaving today then I have to come out to my parents this early in the morning.
What a way to start a great day, huh?
After doing my business and brushing my teeth, I made my way to the guest room that Connor was occupying.
Right when I step foot through his door, I saw his luggage almost ready and him standing there shirtless with only his red basketball shorts on. He was putting a deodorant, and by the looks of it, he haven't noticed me came in his room.
Well atleast I have a nice view this fine morning, eh?
Anyways, this just prove he wasn't kidding at all. And that he really is leaving and the option of him leaving me behind isn't one of them.
"Are you serious?"
He stopped what ever he was busy doing and turned his attention to me. And now his whole chest is in full view for me to enjoy.
Damn it. Focus Ash. You should be mad at him for making rushed decisions. Not swoon on him this early. I thought to myself.
Instead of giving me an acceptable explanation, he just motioned on his luggage obviously saying that he's ready.
Great. Freaking great.
I sighed and closed the door behind me so no one can hear us talking.
"Look Domo. I never argued to you about what you've said to me last night because I thought you were going to give me time to think it through. But seriously, this?" I asked while pointing to his luggage that was almost full of his clothes.
"I thought you already understand, Ash. I told you I had to go back to Colorado because there are alot of things I still have to do as my responsibilities. I've been gone for too long and If I stayed any longer then I don't know if my parents will accept my explanation. And I can't leave without you." He said
That doesn't make any sense at all. He can go back to Colorado if that's what he wants. He can do what ever duty he was appointed to in his home town without me. I do understand that he have a lot of responsibilities left there but that doesn't mean he had to rush everything about me coming out and about our wedding.
That's just unfair for me.
"No, I do get your point Domo. But what I don't understand is the fact that your asking me too much. You can't just say that I had to come out to my family that easily. You do know, and you are well aware that not everyone is lucky enough to have an accepting family like what you have. There are also some who have to endure the pain of being judged and have to face extreme hate just like I am. So if you think it's that easy then you are dead wrong." I blurted it all out to him so he'll know what he thought he knew.
He sighed. "It's not what I meant, Ash." He said looking at me with apologetic eyes.
"Then what?"
He didn't answer but just stood there staring at me.
"What? What are you keeping from me Connor?" I told him. As much as I hate telling him that, knowing for the fact that I was also keeping a huge secret from him; I had to.
He shook his head. "You won't understand." He said as he pulled a shirt from the bed.
"Well then how will I understand if you won't tell me anything?" I asked sounding desperate.
"Just come with me. Please." He said almost begging and it had me confused as ever again.
"I am coming with you, but why do you have to ask me to come out to my parents when you know I wasn't ready?" I questioned him clearly asking for an explanation.
He could have just asked me to go with him for a few weeks without the need for me to come out to my parents.
"Because......Because I want you to stay with me permanently." He blurted out catching me off guard.
I was speechless for a good 2 minutes before my brain was finally able to process once again.
"Oh." Is my only answer. Which clearly isn't the best one but that's the only word I could come up with at the moment.
"That's why I asked you to come out to your parents so if ever they didn't take it the good way then I'll take you with me." He admitted still having an apologetic expression on his face. "And if they accepted you, I will ask for their permission to marry you." I added as he walked in front of me and took my hands in his.
I stared at him intensely still unable to form any words in my head.
"I just wanted to settle my life with you, and start building our own family." He paused. "I know it's too much to ask and I am also aware that it's too early for us step into this kind of decision, but I am ready Ash. I'll take all the responsibility of being a married man and head of the family as long as you're there with me, all the way." Him telling me all this without breaking eye contact had me screaming inside my head. I can see the sincerity in his beautiful eyes without any lies. I know he meant what he said and It made me feel so warm on the inside.
Even though what Connor have said made me all mushy and all that crap, I still can't shrug the fact that my family might hate me after I come out.
The dream still keep swimming in my mind and the thought of it coming true is still haunting me.
But hopefully, today right after I came out. My family won't take it the bad way.
Connor's POV
I didn't mean to rush all of this to Ash. And I didn't mean to break my promise that I'll give him time to prepare himself before he come out to his family. But at this point, I'm the one whose running out of time. I have to go back and prove to the council and to my family that I am not indeed a mateless werewolf. I had to go back and prove all of them wrong.
But seems like it will be a hard task convincing Ash to go with me.
And obviously, it's also a lot harder for Ash, because of the fact that he's going to come out to his parents who have a different view of homosexuality. Which is why now I feel bad for rushing him of doing it.
But it had to be done.
Once he comes out, I'll go ask them for their son's hand in marraige. And even if they don't approve or even go as far as kicking Ash out of their family, I'll still marry him. And no one can stop me.
Not even Arthur.
But now after Ash barged into the guest room I'm currently staying in, I'm having an internal battle with myself wether I should push him to coming out or not.
I know it's a harsh thing to do to push someone in doing something they're not ready to do. But it needed to be done.
"I'll go ask my parents if they will allow me to go with you. Just... just don't push me in doing this coming out thing right now. I'm still not ready Connor. I'm still not." Ash said with watery eyes and now I felt bad for what I was asking him for.
"But Ash, don't you think you've been hiding yourself for too long? Maybe it's the time for you to free yourself from the confines of your little safe haven. And maybe it's time for your parents and family to know."
Ash looked down to the floor. "I know that Connor. But I'm scared okay. I'm scared of what might happen after I come out. I'm scared and at the same time still not ready." He admitted sadly.
I sighed and thought about something for a second.
I love Ash more than anyone in the world and I don't want him to be mad at me, so maybe the idea of him staying with me for a week will work. But what will my family think if Ash decided to come back here in his home? And what will the council do if they found out that Ash isn't staying with me for good?
Hopefully they will understand that Ash is still not ready to move in with me.
"Okay." I stated.
"What?" He replying after looking up at me.
"You can ask your parent if you can come and stay with me for a week or two." I told him and he gave me a small smile.
"And I'm sorry for pushing you to come out." I added as I engulfed him into a hug.
He sighed and buried his face on my chest.
"It's okay. I just want you to give me more time Connor, that's all." He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I will give you time, that's what I promised, remember?"
He nodded after he pulled away from the hug.
"Thank you." He said while wearing the smile that I always love.
I smiled back and kissed his forehead. "So what about we go tell your parents now so we can leave early?" I suggested and he replied me with a single nod of his head.
Now that things are sort of settled, all I can do now is hope that his parents will let Ash come with me.