Mr. Popularity & the Nerd

Epilogue

Little Note: Hi everyone, I have not been on this app for years and I did not realize how many people actually enjoyed my story. I wrote this when I was just 13, for fun. I did not expect this story to be successful (not that it is) and for so many of you to read my entire book through. I want to say thank you for showing interest in my story and thank you for sticking through with it till the end. Since so many of you loved the story and almost all of you want a true ending, I wrote this little epilogue (although I'm like 5ish years late) that I hope will be a good ending to this book. Thank you for all the comments, positive and negative, because it shows that you all really cared for this book. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the epilogue.

Epilogue

"So you just not gonna talk to me? I said I was sorry. I really didn't think it was that big of a deal!"

"You ate without me! Babe I told you I was starving and I wanted to grab food with you after work."

"We can still get food baby. We can go right now."

"No, it won't be the same anymore. You won't be as hungry as me and I'm gonna end up eating more than you and you're just gonna sit there watching me eat and then I'm gonna feel like you're judging me and-"

"Babe. Stop talking. We've been together 10 years. Do you really think I'm judging you while you're eating? When I watch you eat, all I think about is, "Wow. How is my girl able to make eating a greasy burger look so hot instead of gross. Plus, I should be the one saying that to you considering how when I eat, the juice drips down my wrist. Now let's get some food please because my girl is starving."

Paris scrunched her nose and smiled. She nodded her head and followed Timothy out of their apartment. They got in the car and played some throwback songs and bellowed along as Timothy drove to their favorite restaurant. Timothy couldn't help but steal glances to look at his beautiful girlfriend who was singing with passion. Girlfriend.

He was so happy at how well his plan worked. He lied about eating without Paris so when he finishes his plan, she's caught off guard. He knew she was going to be upset when he told her he ate without her because she loved to stuff her belly with their favorite food together.

He parked his car and watched his girl skip towards the restaurant with a big smile on her face, leaving him behind. He reached his hand in his pocket and the nervous feeling he had been feeling all week came rushing back. I got this. Everything is going exactly as planned. He couldn't help but mutter these two sentences over and over again to himself as he went to catch up with Paris, who by the way was already seated at a table and looking at the menu.

"Why do you look at the menu every time when we always end up ordering the same food?" Timothy asked while shaking his head to hide the fact that he wanted to smile as he sat down.

"Cause maybe if I look at it enough a new item may appear or something, I dunno."

"What? That made no sense. Am I suddenly dating a magician now?" Timothy laughed.

"Nooo, I'm just saying. I check the menu so if there is something new, then I would notice."

The waitress came up to their table and asked them for their order. Without hesitation, Paris listed our order while the waitress was frantically scribbling her pen to catch up. Paris noticed she was going too fast and apologized, saying she was very hungry and excited. She repeated the order, but this time slowing down. The waitress left to relay the order to the kitchen.

"So how's Victoria doing?"

"She's so exhausted. Since they came home from the hospital last week, she and her husband has not gotten any sleep. I stopped by before work this morning and I heard crying. I thought it was the baby but it was Victoria. She was crying because she wanted to sleep, but the baby wasn't going to sleep."

"What was Jasper doing?"

"He went to Target to get more diapers. We should help babysit sometimes so they could get some rest. I think we would be great babysitters."

The waitress came back with their food and the smile on Paris' face grew wider. They ate in silence because both were too busy shoving the food down their throat. Sometimes it was like they weren't even chewing. Soon enough they were finished with their food. They were so full they couldn't talk. They paid the bill and slowly walked back to the car. When they got in they slumped down in their seats, both letting out a groan.

"I'm so full." Paris frowned while patting her stomach.

"Ugh me too. Ready to go home and eat ice cream while watching Netflix?"

"Yes." Paris grinned.

They drove home and plopped themselves on the couch.

"You get the ice cream while I put on our show?" Timothy asked.

Paris nodded and went to the kitchen. Timothy followed behind quietly.

"Babe where's the ice cream? I don't see it in here."

Timothy knelt to the ground on one knee and pulled a box out of his pocket while Paris' head was shoved in the freezer. He opened it slowly, making sure it didn't make a sound.

"Oh, here it is."

Paris closed the freezer door confused. She looked down and gasped. Tears began forming in her eyes.

"Paris, words can't begin to explain the love I have for you. From the day you agreed to the bet, I knew we were meant to be. I knew you were my kind of girl. You never cared for who I was and what my reputation was. You gave yourself the chance to get to know me for who I was instead of listening to everyone else around you. These 10 years together have been better than I could have ever imagined. Every day I find myself growing more and more in love with you. I love waking up next to you and have you be the first thing I see, and I love sleeping with you and have you be the last thing I see. I enjoy every moment we spend together, even the rough ones. I would love to have you by my side forever. I would love to have kids with you so we could start a beautiful family together. Will you do the honor of marrying me?"

"Yes. A thousand times yes."