The Proposal [18+]

Chapter 7 - No day like today

 First of all, I have to apologize it took me so long to update. The truth is, I finished the chapter few weeks ago and posted it, but then there was a big thunderstorm that night and we lost our wi-fi. It was gone for a week. It was so frustrating, but the most frustrating thing of all, I was convinced that the chapter had gone up before the lightning fried the wi-fi. I only just now realized it was not published. 

I wish it were better. I had been suffering from writer's block for the last couple of months. I promise I will make my next chapter a lot more interesting. 

Thank you all for sticking with me and for the comments, I hope you like this chapter and I would like to encourage you to vote, comment and maybe even reccommending it to others if you like it? It really helps.

    I stared down at my bright pink cup with the ballerina slipper on it, my half-drunk cappuccino cooling in my hands. I was trying to avoid the intensive gaze, boring on my face, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"So?" he nudged me to start talking. "Have you made any decisions?"

I muttered something ineligible, lifting the cup to my lips. I took a long, slow sip and then took my time before I had to answer. I opened my mouth, still not quite sure what I wanted to say. So instead, I sighed and went back to drinking.

"Come on, Vanessa," Jason's voice started to sound all high pitched. "You have to decide sometime. They're not going to wait forever."

"I'm still not sure what I want." The next sip I had taken, I made a face, scrunching up my nose. It was full of undissolved sugar. I love sugar, just not that much at once. I took another sip to wash it off and sighed contentedly.

"I still have to finish my degree first, before I decide where I want to go. Who even says I want to stay here after? Maybe I decide to move to Japan, huh?"

Jason burst out laughing, "You? You wouldn't last two days in Japan. You hate sushi, you're terrified of even the slightest tremor in the ground and you're a hugger. How are you going to greet people?" He put his hands on top of his stomach, trying to contain himself. "I'm going to pee!" he howled, legs shaking.

I gave him a death stare. "You know I said Japan as an example. I'm not actually moving there." I huffed, getting annoyed at him. "Plus, Japan has a really strong economy. It would be a great start for my career. Maybe I do want to move there."

I always was easily hurt by other's words. I would try to take it as a joke – even when it wasn't – and laugh it off, but I never could. I knew I was being a hypocrite. If someone fell, I would have no way of stopping myself from laughing, even while knowing how immature it is. But if I were the one who fell, no one in the vicinity better start laughing or I will make you wish you were dead. I knew this was going to be a problem for me later on in life so I have been trying to change. But it doesn't come easily, or fast.

Jason understood that about me, as well. So he hugged me from behind, kissing the top of my head. "You know I am never making fun of you."

"I know," I roll my eyes.

His hands slowly start to tickle me and I immediately try to get away. He knows I'm incredibly ticklish. He hasn't even really touched me, and I could already feel the impending tickles. I try to escape, but he's too strong so we end up on the floor, me writhing and screaming and him, laughing in glee.

After a lot of begging, followed by me gasping for breath, he finally stopped. He remained kneeling above me, that mischievous look in his eyes. He offered me his hand to help me get up, but I swatted it away. Every time after one of our tickle sessions, as soon as we stop, I don't allow anyone near me. I am always tense, thinking they'll start tickling me again, even when I know they won't.