"A game? What kind of game? Does it involve death or murder? Because I don’t go for those things. Oh and tattoos are outta the question too. But I mean maybe a tattoo could work, if it wasn’t of your name or face, because honestly, when we’re 80 and have wrinkly skin, it just won’t feel the same," Austin said.
Grr, stupid brat. Always making everything link to himself. As if I wasn’t even supposed to have a say.
"Nope, I’m not testing your undying devotion to me just yet Aiden! Calm down, ‘kay? But I do want to play this game, where we both’ll take part, not just you. If our parents want us to marry each other, we’re going to do it because we want to, and then not look upon our decision with regret," I informed him, because I was sure that he would hate being tied into something that wasn’t his idea in the first place.
"Hey Dray baby, why do you make things sound so complicated. Out with it, c’mon!"
"Let’s go camping."
"…That’s the brilliant plan Dray? Camping? As if we haven’t done that every summer with the family for the past decade and a half?" he says.
But no, this is one thing I had to insist on. It wouldn’t be the same. This time, I was going to put just the two of us into situations where we’d see how we would react in the future. Call me what you will, this was big. It had to be done right.
"Well anyway, I’ll ask you again then. Let’s go camping, just the two of us. You up for it or not?" Because if he could survive a week with me in the wilderness, he’d be well on his way to surviving with me for the rest of his life. And well actually, if I could survive a week with him, at least I’d know what to expect when we both weren’t on our best behavior in front of our parents. This way, we’d just get to be ourselves for a week and see just what we were getting into.
"Anything for you hon. Let’s go and get packing then, shall we?"
He wasn’t taking this seriously yet. Oh well. I knew Aiden plenty. He’d warm up to the idea if he knew it’s what I wanted to do. And if he could pu tup with my ideas, I’d put up with his attitude about the whole thing, "Let’s see just where this takes us" I muttered to myself as I chased him back to our houses.