♥Who wants to be perfect? v.2♥

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther blinked, eyes wide. "Kneel? Oh...wait me? Kneel? Oh, I almost forgot about that. I..I guess it's how we start off...in order to get married..." He looked down at himself, the ground, then glanced back up aat Mary. He cleared his throat and kept his eyes on her's, letting out a gulp.

mehe, last short post for this day >.<)

[Don't Break.]

may i join??

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>>Peyton<<
Peyton kept her gaze on him.. her arms crossed.. as if waiting for something to happen. After a couple on minuets Peyton uncrossed her arms with a sigh. "Okay... well, when your ready you come and tell me.." she said a little bit disappointed. Peyton then bit her bottom lip and started to walk towards the kitchen..

[Qiokkabee]

"Wait, but.." Xanther voice trailed off and he looked up at Peyton as she walked away. "But I am ready!" He walked nehind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "At least, I am right now and once we get everything done, you're dream will come true..." He gave her a hopeful smile, hoping she would have a small clue of what he was trying to tell her.

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>>Peyton<<
Peyton sighed, trying to shrug his hand off of her shoulder. "Yeah okay.. Xanther, you let me know when that day.. that my dreams are supposed to come true, let me know when it actually rolls around. Because it seems like we keep making plans.. that we arent gonna follow through with.." she said looking down.. letting her brown hair fall into her face.

[Qiokkabee]

Xanther frowned and looke down at the ground sadly, thinking that she was possibly changing her mind about marrying with him or having a child. "Peyton, the truth is, your rebel side isn't that bad. I mean, you know how to fight back and, well, you're much of a mother to me, a really...awesome and..fun one..."

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>>Peyton<<
"Yeah but..." she paused, tears stinging the back of her eyes. "Xanther.. i didnt always use to be a rebel.. i mean.. i used to be.. different. But.. but after the death of my father its just.. been like the rebel side of me.. The rebel side of me is like a cover.. it keeps me from letting the death of my father pain me. And i think.." she paused and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I think maybe its time to just let it go. Xanther i really want to let it go.. but..i dont know how. Ive been searching and searching,.. trying to find ways but.. I just cant seem to find that way. I thought maybe being a wife.. a mom, would help me.. but.. i dont know. I just feel like, my rebel side.. itss more of a burden than a blessing.." Peyton looked up at Xanther with her tear stained face. "Xanther, i go to bed every night, praying to God, hoping that he'll help me through everything. Hoping he'll give me wisdom and understanding to find my self.. But its hard.. Its not a easy path down the park.. its like climbing a mountain and... And well.." she paused, finging that talking about this was just making her more upset. She took her sweatshirt sleeve and wiped her tears once again.

[Qiokkabee]

"Peyton, don't say that.." Xanther said, sliding his hands off her shoulders and coming to her side. He closed the door and came infront of her. "Look at me," he said, looking at her eyes. "Just look at me. Just answer this question annd you'll know something to do in order to stop your crying and listen up. I don't want to be that much of a five-year-old anymore-helpless, a cry baby, and much more. I want to be helpful now, I want to help everyone, I especially want to help you..."

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>>Peyton<<
Peyton bit her lip to keep from crying more. She lifted her head and looked at Xanther, running her hand through her hair to move it out of her face. Peyton carefully listened to what Xanther had tto say... she heard him talking about wanting to help her... and something about this question...? at this point Xanther had peytons undivided attention..

[Qiokkabee]

"Peyton..." Xanther said,"Answer these questions and I'll help you, okay? Do you trust me?" Xanther looked at her eyes in worry, placing his hands on her cheeks to keep her from looking awayy. His eyes were full of worry and hope, hoping that she would trust him and have faith in him and worrying that she may not agree with him and then dislike him frever and always, not wanting to see him again. He knew Peyton loved him but he no longer wanted to sit in the dark corner of his heart. He wanted to do something....special....