"Nik I'm sorry I'm going to have to cancel," you said into the phone. "Maybe you and I can go on a date another time ok?"
"_________," his voice was oddly calm. "You aren't seeing someone else aren't you? That's it who's there if it's that pervert Francis I'll kill him!"
You tried to calm down your very overprotective boyfriend. "No Nik I'm fine. I just can't-Nik…Nikolai?" He had hung up.
Thinking back on your relationship you realized he'd always been like this. It all really started in the ninth grade when you first transferred to Ailateh High.
*Cue flashback sequence*
"Class this is ___________ _________, she's new so I want you all to give her a warm welcome," said the teacher. "__________, why don't you sit by Nikolai. Nik would you please raise your hand?"
A young man with silver blonde hair raised his hand. You took the empty seat next to him. During the entire class he stared at you. However finally class was over and you could confront your strange classmate.
"Hi my name is-."
"__________," he finished.
You gasped slightly; he had such a handsome voice.
"I'm Nikolai," he said taking your hand. "__________, you are going to marry me."
His grip on your hand got tighter, "You are going to marry me."
"Nikolai!" You blushed hard, "Why don't you take me on a date first?"
"Fine, you'll go on a date with me and then you and I will become one."
*End of flashback sequence*
"Oh Nik," you said then sneezed. "Darn this cold…I really wanted to go out with him today too."
The door was knocked down and your boyfriend walked in, "___________," he said in a menacing voice. "Where is he, where is that French bastard?"
"Nik," you said congested, "Francis isn't here. Why on earth would he be here?"
Nikolai's eyes widened at your condition. Curled up in a blanket, surrounded by used tissues, and holding a bowl of cold soup. "You're sick ________." He walked over to you and put his hand on your forehead. "You're warm."
"I didn't want you to get sick," you said caressing his cheek lightly. "I can take care of myself."
"I'm going to marry you," he said with that stubborn look in his eye, "what kind of fiancé would I be if I couldn't take care of you?"
You smiled cupping his cheek, "I love you Nik."
"I love you too ________," he said kissing you on the lips.
You tried to push him away, "No you'll get-mmph!"
"I don't care…"
"A-achoo!" he sneezed.
You rolled your eyes and handed him another box of tissues, "I tried to tell you you'd get sick."
He pulled his blanket closer around his shoulders, "It was worth it."
"You're such a sweetheart," you said kissing him on the forehead.