We got to Dairy Queen, him wearing a huge pair of glasses, and me teasing him.
I went to the counter, and ordered two blizzards, and paid for them and them took them over to him.
"Yeah?" he asked into his ringing cell phone. "Oh, hey dad. Nothing, just hanging out with Petra....Yes, that Petra, how many do you know?" I snorted, and took a huge scoop of my Blizzard. "Alright, we'll be there in a bit...Well, I don't know how long a bit is, five minutes, three days, a year, A Bit." I rolled my eyes, and went to take a scoop of his blizzard, but he smacked my hand, and I yanked it back quickly. "Alright dad, bye."
"So what did he say?"
"Be there in half an hour."
"Soo, wanna call Lamarr?" I asked, and he nodded, and pulled his cell phone from his pocket.
He called Lamarr who showed up withing five minutes, and we got in, still eating our Blizzards.
"I told you not to go anywhere."
"Yeah, well, we wanted ice cream." Will said, and I smiled, and took another bit of my ice cream.
"So, what does the boss man want?" I asked.
"I don't know." Lamarr said truthfully, and we pulled up at the white house, and went inside to one of the other offices, more commonly used.
"Hola boss-man." I said. "Cool if we have ice cream in here?"
"Promise not to spill?"
"Scout's honnor."
"Your a girl."
"Sexist." I said, sitting on the souch. "So, what be up?"
"You talk like yoda." William said, and I licked my finger, and ran it down his cheek. "Godamnit woman." he said, rubbing his face.
"Children!" the president said, and then smiled. "We need to anounce your engagement to the public."
"I thought we were children." William said.
"Don't be like this William." he said, standing up. "You understand the delicacy ofthe situation, and you need to approach this carefully. The two of you will go to a lot more open places, let the paperazzi catch pictures of you, and then we'll anounce it once the media has caught on."
"Fine." William grumbled. "We have work though."
"Yes, I know, you will be having to take some time off of work you realize, we're going to be doing quite a bit of traveling soon." the President said.
"Gee, I'll miss you dearly." I said semi-sarcastically. I would miss William a bit.
"You don't have to." the President said. "Your coming with us."
"I...Don't have a passport." I said, and he scoffed.
"We can have one for you in five minutes." he said, and I groaned.
"Alright, let me put it this way, world traveling seems cool, but not like this." I said. "AKA I don't want to come. Can't I just stay here, and work at IKEA?"
"No." he said simply, and I sighed angrily.
"Where will we be going?" William asked.
"England, France, Italy, Spain, Swedan, and Belgum, then we'll go to Canada, and come home." the President said.
"And the purpose of the trip?"
"I have buisness, and you two need to seem like your in love." he said, and I leaned on William's shoulder, defeated.
"Fine." William said, understanding the gesture of defeat. "Can we go now?"
"Yes, I have concert tickets for you two to the philharmonic, for tonight."
"Gee just what I want to do." I said. "Maybe if we're lucky, we'll see Hanibal Lecter tonight."
"If we're lucky he'll kill us." William said, as we walked out of the room.
We ended up hanging out in his room, chilling there, as he and I threw a tennis ball back and forth to eachother.
"Petra!" Alice threw herself onto me, as I sat on the beanbag.
"Oi, girl I need this body."
"Me too." William said, resulting in me hitting him in the head with the tennis ball. "I was joking!" he said.
"Pig." Alice said. "You guys are so lucky you get to go to Europe with dad, Maxwell is taking care of me."
"Its not my fault someone has summer school."
Oh come on, it's such Bull, and you know that." she said, and he shrugged. "Well, anyways, Petra, do you wanna come to my sleepover tonight?"
"Sorry kid, I have to go to the philharmonic tonight." I said, and she sighed, but then shrugged.
"some other time." she decided, and I nodded, and she left.
"Will you take me home?" I asked, and he nodded.
"Sure." he said "Let's go."
Act Naturally [An Unusual Arranged Marriage] 9
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