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Brendon sputtered and choked on his drink. It sprayed out his nose and mouth, dripping onto the table painfully from his nasal passages. "You're--what?" he managed to cough out.
"We're engaged," she told him quietly, leaning forward so that he could hear her. "We've been engaged for almost a year, now."
"A year? Jesus, that's a pretty long engagement, don't you think?" The defensive tone was back in Brendon's voice, and Margot wanted to smack herself for bringing it up.
"Yeah, yeah, it is, but it's not like we've set a date, or anything. He just...we were talking one day, and we got on the subject of marriage, and Spencer said, 'Well, it's not like we're breaking up, so we're gonna get married, sometime.' And that was it. I took that as a proposal and agreed with him. We've talked about it a couple times since, but nothing in the way of serious plans, or anything."
"Oh," Brendon said, sitting back in his chair, frowning. "So...you're not really engaged--yet."
"We are engaged, Brendon. We're going to get married, sooner or later." Margot was speaking gently, as though to soften the blow.
"Well, then that's the least romantic proposal I've ever heard. Congratulations," he spat bitterly.
"Brendon, please don't--"
"Don't what, Margot? Don't tell you that you're making a huge mistake? This isn't about who you're going to date in high school anymore, Margot; this is about the rest of your life, and how you're ruining it!" Brendon lowered his voice, leaning in so that his face was almost touching Margot's. "Can you look me in the eyes and tell me, in complete honesty, that you can't see any reason not to marry Spencer?"
"Brendon--" Margot began, shaking her head and looking down.
"Look at me, Margot," Brendon ordered. She did. "And don't lie to me. By lying to me, you're not hurting anyone but yourself." Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice told Brendon that that wasn't entirely true. "Do you, or do you not have any qualms about marrying Spencer?"
"I--" Margot looked at Brendon sadly. "...No. None at all."
"I know when you're lying, Margot, and you fucking suck at it. I don't know why you're making excuses for him. I think you're mistaking loyalty out of fear for loyalty out of love, and it's not a good thing." Brendon sat back in his seat, sighing and rubbing his temples.
"Brendon," Margot said, sitting up in her seat and staring at the man across from her. "Why do you care so much? And don't tell me it's because of this stupid contest," she warned when he opened his mouth to speak. "The contest ended a long time ago, and this isn't about that, anymore. So, tell me the truth."
"Why," Brendon said, linking his hands behind his head. "Should I give you the truth when you ask for it, when you don't give yourself the honest truth?" Margot took a deep breath.
"Fine. You know what? Fine. Yes, I have some reservations about marrying Spencer. He can be very crude, sometimes, and he's not always very nice, and there's the occasional instance of physical or emotional battering, and yes, there have been times when I thought he was cheating on me that he never really disproved, but--"
"Wait." Brendon sat up, mouth agape, staring at Margot. "He's cheated on you before? How many times?"
"Well," Margot said, staring down at her hands, which were clasped on the tabletop. "I don't remember how many, exactly. I just...There have been times when he comes home late from 'work,' and he smells very strongly of wine and women's perfume. Or he'll leave the room to talk to people that sound like they have women's voices, and he'll talk to them in very hushed tones. Things like that that I'm just not very sure about."
"That little shit!" Brendon was staring at Margot in disbelief. "How could he cheat on you? Does he not realize what he has? I mean," he said hastily, realizing his slip and trying to cover it up. "I mean, you know, a girlfriend that is so devoted to him. Not just you." Margot rolled her eyes.
"You know, Brendon--" Margot began, but was interrupted by the arrival of their food.
Brendon sighed. Telling her she was wrong and explaining how this was so was obviously not working. He needed to figure out another way to win her over.
"Hey, Joshy-boy," he said, beckoning the waiter to his side after the food was on the table. He gestured to the boy to lean in low and whispered something in his ear.
"What did you tell him?" Margot asked after Josh had walked away.
"Oh, nothing. I was just making sure the burger was the way I wanted it. It was," he added, nodding and taking a large bite. Margot shrugged and started on her salad. About an hour later, their plates had been cleared away and they were waiting for the check.
"Does it take so long to print up a bill?" Margot asked, looking around.
At that moment, she saw a large group of Friday's waiters were advancing through the restaurant. They were clapping, and their waiter, Josh, seemed to be yelling something. As they got closer, she could make out only the words "Happy Birthday," as Josh was yelling so loud. They approached the table, and a piece of chocolate cake, complete with sparkler-candles, was placed in front of Margot.
"Wha--" Margot was in shock for only a moment, to be replaced with laughter and reddening in her cheeks. She thought for a moment, before taking a deep breath and blowing out all the candles. Everyone within the vicinity of their table clapped, and the band of waiters and waitresses walked away. Margot was grinning broadly. "You know," she told Brendon as she picked up her fork. "It's not my birthday."
"I know," Brendon said. "But I figured you could use some cheering up."
"Why?" she asked with a smile, taking the first bite of her cake.
"Well, let's just say that I'm not the easiest person in the world to go on a cross-country road-trip with." Brendon smiled at Margot, picking up his fork and beginning to help Margot eat her cake.
A few minutes later, the bill arrived. A small tussle ensued over who would pay. Margot was insisting on going Dutch, while Brendon wanted to pay the entire thing.
"I have my own money, Brendon."
"Come on, just think of it as...as an apology for being such an asshole to you before." When he put it like that, Margot felt as though she couldn't really continue to argue.
"Well...I accept your apology. Thank you."
The trip began again, and it wouldn't be long before the two began to get on each others' nerves, again.
You guys, I nearly laughed myself into a coma when I started seeing a trend of TEAM BRENDON in your reviews. HA! On the one hand, I am incredibly flattered that you guys are so into the story that you decided to band together into a TEAM! Ha! On the other hand, I'm not much of a Twi-fan. Oh well. Do I have any Team Spencers in the house? No? Well, he is a pretty huge dick in the story, so there'd better not be, haha. Okay. Well, enjoy the update, another one'll be shooting at you in a few days. OverAndOutxx
"We're engaged," she told him quietly, leaning forward so that he could hear her. "We've been engaged for almost a year, now."
"A year? Jesus, that's a pretty long engagement, don't you think?" The defensive tone was back in Brendon's voice, and Margot wanted to smack herself for bringing it up.
"Yeah, yeah, it is, but it's not like we've set a date, or anything. He just...we were talking one day, and we got on the subject of marriage, and Spencer said, 'Well, it's not like we're breaking up, so we're gonna get married, sometime.' And that was it. I took that as a proposal and agreed with him. We've talked about it a couple times since, but nothing in the way of serious plans, or anything."
"Oh," Brendon said, sitting back in his chair, frowning. "So...you're not really engaged--yet."
"We are engaged, Brendon. We're going to get married, sooner or later." Margot was speaking gently, as though to soften the blow.
"Well, then that's the least romantic proposal I've ever heard. Congratulations," he spat bitterly.
"Brendon, please don't--"
"Don't what, Margot? Don't tell you that you're making a huge mistake? This isn't about who you're going to date in high school anymore, Margot; this is about the rest of your life, and how you're ruining it!" Brendon lowered his voice, leaning in so that his face was almost touching Margot's. "Can you look me in the eyes and tell me, in complete honesty, that you can't see any reason not to marry Spencer?"
"Brendon--" Margot began, shaking her head and looking down.
"Look at me, Margot," Brendon ordered. She did. "And don't lie to me. By lying to me, you're not hurting anyone but yourself." Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice told Brendon that that wasn't entirely true. "Do you, or do you not have any qualms about marrying Spencer?"
"I--" Margot looked at Brendon sadly. "...No. None at all."
"I know when you're lying, Margot, and you fucking suck at it. I don't know why you're making excuses for him. I think you're mistaking loyalty out of fear for loyalty out of love, and it's not a good thing." Brendon sat back in his seat, sighing and rubbing his temples.
"Brendon," Margot said, sitting up in her seat and staring at the man across from her. "Why do you care so much? And don't tell me it's because of this stupid contest," she warned when he opened his mouth to speak. "The contest ended a long time ago, and this isn't about that, anymore. So, tell me the truth."
"Why," Brendon said, linking his hands behind his head. "Should I give you the truth when you ask for it, when you don't give yourself the honest truth?" Margot took a deep breath.
"Fine. You know what? Fine. Yes, I have some reservations about marrying Spencer. He can be very crude, sometimes, and he's not always very nice, and there's the occasional instance of physical or emotional battering, and yes, there have been times when I thought he was cheating on me that he never really disproved, but--"
"Wait." Brendon sat up, mouth agape, staring at Margot. "He's cheated on you before? How many times?"
"Well," Margot said, staring down at her hands, which were clasped on the tabletop. "I don't remember how many, exactly. I just...There have been times when he comes home late from 'work,' and he smells very strongly of wine and women's perfume. Or he'll leave the room to talk to people that sound like they have women's voices, and he'll talk to them in very hushed tones. Things like that that I'm just not very sure about."
"That little shit!" Brendon was staring at Margot in disbelief. "How could he cheat on you? Does he not realize what he has? I mean," he said hastily, realizing his slip and trying to cover it up. "I mean, you know, a girlfriend that is so devoted to him. Not just you." Margot rolled her eyes.
"You know, Brendon--" Margot began, but was interrupted by the arrival of their food.
Brendon sighed. Telling her she was wrong and explaining how this was so was obviously not working. He needed to figure out another way to win her over.
"Hey, Joshy-boy," he said, beckoning the waiter to his side after the food was on the table. He gestured to the boy to lean in low and whispered something in his ear.
"What did you tell him?" Margot asked after Josh had walked away.
"Oh, nothing. I was just making sure the burger was the way I wanted it. It was," he added, nodding and taking a large bite. Margot shrugged and started on her salad. About an hour later, their plates had been cleared away and they were waiting for the check.
"Does it take so long to print up a bill?" Margot asked, looking around.
At that moment, she saw a large group of Friday's waiters were advancing through the restaurant. They were clapping, and their waiter, Josh, seemed to be yelling something. As they got closer, she could make out only the words "Happy Birthday," as Josh was yelling so loud. They approached the table, and a piece of chocolate cake, complete with sparkler-candles, was placed in front of Margot.
"Wha--" Margot was in shock for only a moment, to be replaced with laughter and reddening in her cheeks. She thought for a moment, before taking a deep breath and blowing out all the candles. Everyone within the vicinity of their table clapped, and the band of waiters and waitresses walked away. Margot was grinning broadly. "You know," she told Brendon as she picked up her fork. "It's not my birthday."
"I know," Brendon said. "But I figured you could use some cheering up."
"Why?" she asked with a smile, taking the first bite of her cake.
"Well, let's just say that I'm not the easiest person in the world to go on a cross-country road-trip with." Brendon smiled at Margot, picking up his fork and beginning to help Margot eat her cake.
A few minutes later, the bill arrived. A small tussle ensued over who would pay. Margot was insisting on going Dutch, while Brendon wanted to pay the entire thing.
"I have my own money, Brendon."
"Come on, just think of it as...as an apology for being such an asshole to you before." When he put it like that, Margot felt as though she couldn't really continue to argue.
"Well...I accept your apology. Thank you."
The trip began again, and it wouldn't be long before the two began to get on each others' nerves, again.
You guys, I nearly laughed myself into a coma when I started seeing a trend of TEAM BRENDON in your reviews. HA! On the one hand, I am incredibly flattered that you guys are so into the story that you decided to band together into a TEAM! Ha! On the other hand, I'm not much of a Twi-fan. Oh well. Do I have any Team Spencers in the house? No? Well, he is a pretty huge dick in the story, so there'd better not be, haha. Okay. Well, enjoy the update, another one'll be shooting at you in a few days. OverAndOutxx
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