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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 5:24 pm
 The day had arrived all too quickly.
Taking in a deep breath, she shot a glance at her friend, Timara, before looking up towards the newly purchased house. It was a quaint thing, more luxurious than she could ever afford, sitting peacefully in the middle of a family-friend neighborhood. New houses, new families, new life. For herself and possibly everyone else on the block. Granted, the other families had been there for at least a few months, maybe a year.
That deep breath rushed past her lips into a sigh. Had her older brother not gotten critically ill a few months prior and landed into the hospital, she wouldn’t have even taken a second glance at the game. Of course, it did occur to her that she could find a better solution to it all; her brother wasn’t in immediate danger and simply had hospital bills to pay in order to keep him in that state. However… Timmy had a point; a couple months of participating in this game and winning it would be more than enough to cover the medical expenses. In fact, they could even pay for more top notch treatment.
Which is why she was currently standing on the short pathway leading up to the quaint, new house in the quaint, new neighborhood. Taking in a deep breath, she bent down, picking up the boxes by her feet, before moving towards the house.
The game was a scam. Not to her or her… partner, but to everyone they would come into contact with for the next two months. The object of the game was quite simple and yet, extremely deceitful. She had to pretend to be married.
Fortunately, she hardly ever got any visits from friends besides Timmy and she only saw her family on holidays, save for her brother. Too bad it was close to those said holidays. She highly doubted she could squirm her way out of the gatherings. Perhaps, with a good enough excuse.
Walking into the open door, not paying mind to the movers that were currently setting her heavier boxes along the foyer, she turned towards Timmy. ”I don’t think he’s here quite yet…” Not bothering to register the interesting combination of annoyance and relief that seemed to flicker across her friends face, she moved to the kitchen, setting the box there. Letting out another sigh and slumping against the counter, she let out a yawn, hand moving to comb through her orange hair. A few strands caught on the ring on her wedding finger, causing her to pause and grimace.
With the finger shackle on, she would never be able to forget that she was pretending to be married. Danny brought her hand down and twisted the ring absently. Hopefully, she had quite a bit before her ‘husband’ arrived. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, dread tightening a proverbial noose around her neck. Dear Heavens, she hadn’t even met the man! Orange eyes flickered in a panic towards Timmy, who quickly scooped up her hand in comfort. At least she wouldn’t be meeting him alone.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 11:18 pm
Winter blue eyes duly stared into the vast expanse of farmland, and frowned. He wasn’t even at his temporary home and he already missed his old one. Living in the city. A small, unpleasant shudder went down his spine, making him blanch. Where the streets were filled with people, the noise didn’t stop and finding a pleasant person was a dime a dozen. How did he know? He worked in the damned city. Staying more than eight hours in the hubble bubble was going to be a chore.
But he had to. The farm wasn’t doing so well this season. A drought, they called it. More like the private companies were breathing down Papa and Mama’s back. There had been plenty of rainfall for their quaint farm. However; their crops still hadn’t fared greatly. Most of them died from apparent “lack of pesticide” use.
Clare thought that that excuse was complete bullshit. The crops had been fine years past. Sure, farms that did use harmful chemicals had a higher survival rate, but there was always still enough to profit. To get by. So why wouldn’t this year be the same? Because corp was on their a**, throwing offers and threats left and right.
His fingers drummed against the trucks arm rest in agitation. It was their fault, but if they didn’t pay the yearly tax on the land in time, they’d be out of business and out of a place to call home. And his paycheck wouldn’t cut it. Nor would his savings. He had triple checked. So he had taken Maurice’s joke and dare quite literally, throwing himself into this pitiful thing that they called a game show.
…..At least it lasted for only two months.
The objective of the game though was going to be hard to conquer. He didn’t know the woman that was going to be his “wife” for the duration of the game. And having to talk to others and perform and act like they were a couple. Well, that was going to be a feat within itself. He had never been in a relationship before, really. He had a girlfriend. Once. But found that she conflicted too much with his lifestyle, wanted to touch far too much, and insisted that they spend time together in public. What a pain that was. He was glad that she had moved away shortly afterwards. Lizette had taken things way too personal.
His thoughts were quite rudely interrupted as the truck came to an abrupt stop. They were at his jail already. His gaze came into focus, pushing up his glasses in order to peer at the home that he’d be living in. At least it wasn’t in an impoverished ghetto. He opened the door, narrowing his eyes at a ball that flew past. But the children that were around----he’d have to get some form of natural repellent in order to rid of them from his yard. Our yard. he corrected himself with a frown, giving the doe eyed child a look before grabbing a box and moving towards the door.
Clare didn’t expect her to be there yet. Therefore, it was quite a surprise when he walked through the archway and into the kitchen, and finding two women there. Stilling, and staring at the two with wide eyes, unsure whom was to be his make-believe wife; he shifted and placed the box on the counter. ”Honey, could you help me move my things in?” he asked, unwilling to turn around. The mere utterance of the moniker honey left a bad taste on his tongue, making him grimace.
This was going to be a very long two months.
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