Double Chocolate Cake

Patrice rang Gray's doorbell anxiously. In her grasp was a box wrapped in colorful birthday paper and tied with a blue ribbon. She waited patiently for the door to open. And when it did, she immediately wished it hadn't.1

"Patrice, I can explain." Gray said, quickly pushing away from the girl hugging onto him, in only her underwear.2

"I'm sure you can..." Patrice whispered.3

She spun around and started running as fast as her legs would take her.4

'I wish I stayed in France, I wish Matt would save me.' she thought, closing her eyes tightly and running faster.
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Patrice tore open her purse and pulled out a soft blue tissue.She coughed and loudly blew her nose. A few people walking their dogs and running around, turned at the noise. A few tears made their way down her face.6

"Stupid girl, you fall in love too quickly. It's your own fault you're hurt." she whispered harshly to herself.7

She glared down at the neatly wrapped box sitting on her lap. The colored balloons and confetti mocked her. She roughly pushed the box to the ground.8

"Hello Patrice, would you accept this cake?"9

Patrice looked up from her lap at the sound of a thick french accent. A boy stood before her smiling gently with understanding eyes. In his hands were a cake box and the birthday present for Gray she had pushed to the ground.10

She looked at him and then at the cake box. She planned to refuse and run but she crumbled and grabbed at the box. He smirked.11

"You have to agree to marry me first." he said, pulling the box out of her reach.12

Patrice laughed figuring it was just some lame pick up line, "Sure."13

The boy beamed down at her and handed her the box and a plastic fork. Patrice ripped open the cake box and her eyes landed on a perfectly made double chocolate cake. Her favorite. She dug her fork into the cake as the boy took a seat next to her.14

"Thank you for agreeing to marry me." He said.15

Patrice looked at him oddly and stuck a big chunk of pure chocolate into her mouth. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste and licked the icing off her lips.16

"My name is Matthieu Serge."17

Patrice dropped her fork and stopped chewing. She turned to him and looking from his soft brown hair to his unbelievably clean shoes. She swallowed hard and looked back up and into his eyes. He stared back at her lovingly. It was indeed her childhood best friend. 18

"You can't be serious." she said softly, closing the cake box.
"Yeah, it's me Patrice. I've come to marry you. That is, unless you love another." He whispered the last sentence looking down at the present on his lap.19

Patrice thought about Gray for a minute, "No, I don't."20

Matthieu smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Patrice touched the necklace around her neck and looked up at him.21

"Love you."