So this is a rewrite of a story I wrote about a year ago, I'd say. I think I even begun a rewrite of that, as well. Well, the time has finally come for the full version of the story. Are you ready?
I made a banner for this story when it first came out. Yes, I realize the title is different. That's because I seriously thought it sounded better than way when you put emphasis on the word "not". But, it was a grammar faux pas. =[
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This Prologue is fairly short; being only about two and a third pages. I hope you enjoy the story! Remember that CBox comments, messages, and rates are always appreciated! =D
Everyone has at one time or another played a version of 'Truth or Dare' in their lifetime. It can be quite a competitive game! As a matter of fact, it should be a sport! I can just picture the games on television! However, it should also have rules. The first rule being that you cannot dare someone to get married. Why? Because that is exactly what happened to me!
I'm not saying my life sucks. By far it doesn't. However, I'm married to a guy named Stephen Wayne Garland. He's a pretty sight, I must admit. But . . . I never wanted to marry him. But, what can I say? I'm the type of person that doesn't back out of a dare and neither is Stephen.
It all began on the night of May twenty-third. We had just graduated from highschool a few days prior. Stephen and I had known each other but rarely hung out unless we were in a big group. So we weren't exactly friends. Stephen was, after all, the quarterback. Girls loved his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. His smile, by the way, is to die for. I've never seen a man with such a nice smile as his. But . . . me? I did hang out with all the girls that liked Stephen and ran after all the jocks. I wasn't at the top of the 'in crowd' as we called it. But, nonetheless, I was in it. I just happened to be in that crowd. What can I say? Belinda, my best friend, thought Stephen and I would make a cute couple. She assumed that he would like my light brown hair and green eyes. Well, being the matchmaker she likes to be, she decided it was time for some more fun.
Belinda, knowing that I would never back out of a dare, dared me on May twenty-third to marry Stephen and stay married for at least three months. We were in Las Vegas at the time and we were each eighteen. Stephen, of course, didn't back out of the dare either. So, there we were, getting married in Las Vegas. Our Elvis-themed wedding was quite nice. Hey, it's every teenager's dream; to get dared to marry in Las Vegas and have an Elvis-themed wedding! Yes, I was being sarcastic.
That night we went back to the hotel to see all of our parents. They were all good friends, you see. They decided that it would be fun to take a vacation together. It went something like this:
"Hey, Mom!" I exclaimed to her as I walked into the hotel room, throwing my coat on the chair. My hands quickly took out a few pins in my hair – which, as you may know, hurt like hell – which Belinda had put in for the wedding ceramony.
"Hi, Amber," she said as she turned a page in her magazine. "Win any money?" she asked as she looked up at me.
"No . . ." I sighed. "No money; I just lost some, sadly. Where's Dad?" I inquired comtemplatingly – meaning that I asked wonderingly.
"In the casino," she rolled her eyes. She sighed and looked back down at her magazine adding, "he was supposedly on a roll at the BlackJack table so we'll see about that when he gets back. But, anyway, how was your evening with Stephen and Bel?"
I was walking into the bathroom to take off my makeup. "It was fun," I laughed. "We played 'Truth or Dare'. Guess who kicked butt?" I laughed. At that moment I thought it should be called 'Truth or Marry' to meet my dares!
"'Truth or Dare'," Mom sighed happily. Oh, gosh, she was probably having one of those "back in the day" moments.
"Wait . . . you mean . . . you used to play? You . . . Miss Dareless?" I laughed as I walked out of the bathroom to get my pajamas.
"Play? Ha! Amberlee Renee Crane, I was the Queen of that game! I made it what it is today! Everything that goes on in that game is from me!" she laughed.
"That's sort of scary, Mom," I said as I look at her. I continued, "Well if everything that goes on in that game is from you, then you won't be upset if I tell you that I was dared to marry Stephen. And, technically, Mom, my name is now Amberlee Renee Garland," I grinned.
Silence. Someone screamed in the next room and broke out in laughter. Mom stared at me. I guess she wasn't dared to marry Dad. "Tell me you're joking," Mom whispered; I could tell she was being stern.
"Sorry, Mom," I said with a smile.
"Amberlee!" she screamed at me.
"What? Blame yourself! You made everything what it is today, right?" I laughed. Yes, I love laughing in the face of danger.
I can remember the day as if it were yesterday. Well, then again, it was yesterday. It took a lot of convincing to get our parents to believe that we were madly in love. Yeah . . . we're pretty good liars as well.
The next day, first thing in the morning, we left to go back to our little hometown of Ponstead. Stephen has a cute apartment – located in the suburbs of a near city – that I'm going to be moving into. All that's moving are my clothes pretty much and some favorite belongings. Why? Because it was all part of the dare, my dear! And, yes, we have to sleep in the same bed. Bel wrote out all these things . . . in one dare. We have to be married for at least three months. However, a month, in her terms, is not considered twenty-either days. We must be married until August twenty-fourth. That's the day before college starts, believe it or not.
Stephen and I also must live in the same place. Sleepovers are fine but can only last a maximum of one day and only one allowed per week. They can, however, be back to back like sleeping over on Saturday and Sunday at someone's house. Also, it's possible that I sleep over at a friend's house on Friday and he sleeps over at someone's Saturday, I on Sunday, and he on Monday so we have four days without each other. But that might get even more annoying.
There are no rules against seeing other people. We don't have to pass each other off as our spouse – unless the relationship gets serious, then it is only right to tell the other person we're married. We simply have to be married, live in the same place, and wait out three long months. Oh! Did I mention that I have to come up with one hundred and one reasons not to get married on a dare? Now this is going to be fun!
- Will it work out between Amberlee and Stephen?
- Who is this "Croaker"?
- How is move-in day going to go?
... Tune in next time!
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