My Kind of Perfect by Freesia Lockheart

office and submit the marriage license. Oh my, I’m so happy with all this.
Aren’t you?” she said to me, her eyes oozing with happiness. Then she began to
head off towards the exit.
    I hastily pulled John’s tuxedo and mumbled to him, “Johnny,
your grandma’s heading off to the clerk office now. With our license!”
    I instantly caught his attention because the next moment, he
was also looking at Dorothy’s vanishing figure. But even though it wasn’t what
we both wanted, we had no choice but to stand there, unable to do anything as a
dozen of reporters were asking us endless questions. I tried pushing my way out
of them. However, I wasn’t able to do much or move from where I was. And as the
clock ticked on, Dorothy’s departing figure became more distant and right there
in her hand was our marriage license—duly signed and completed.

Chapter 8
     
    “John!” I shouted to catch his attention.
    “What?” He was startled at my screech and so was the rest of
the crowd who looked at me in astounded query.
    “Are you guys fighting?”
    “Will you divorce tomorrow?”
    “I heard that John Brooks was dating another girl a month
ago. Was there a truth behind the rumor?”
    After my momentary lost of sanity, the question showered us
one after another. I then realized that maybe it was not such a grand idea to
shout to him out of nowhere, especially when this kind of people surrounded
you.
    “Lower your voice down,” John hushed me the next minute.
    “The license,” I hissed back to him in a much lower voice,
as asked. But actually, what was utterly important right now was the sole
existence of that dangerous marriage license that might give me enough more
trouble in no time.
    John stood on the tip of his toes, looking over the crowd.
Maybe by now he realized that Dorothy was long gone. And she got our marriage
license.
    Quickly, now aware of the situation, he told the people around
us, “I can’t wait to take away my bride. We’ll be holding a press conference a
week from now. I hope we can see you all there.”
    In another breath, he quickly dragged me out of the hotel as
he was saying something on the phone. The moment we got out of the building, I
saw that his car was already waiting for us.
    It was nice and sleek.
    I was quite aware that I had a fair share of knowledge about
cars. But still, I couldn’t help but stare in amazement at the black shiny car
that was in front of us. I had forgotten what it was called but I was sure that
I saw this one while browsing for a car years ago. Yup, this belonged to the
category of the ones I avoided to look at. The price itself might kill me if
not the fear I had for driving.
    John hurriedly pushed me inside. I was still trying to
remember the said speed of the car but John resolved to just show me instead.
So in another moment, we were driving like crazy in the streets of Creeksburg.
By crazy, I meant every letter in it. We got past through every other vehicle
in the busy streets. I mean, he was like the only person I knew who could drive
so freely in crammed streets like this. It was like he created an invisible
third lane solely for himself.
    I held on tightly to my seat throughout the ride and prayed
that this madness would end any moment soon. Feeling my heart revolting in my
chest and the feeling like I wanted to throw up, I tried my hardest to contain
myself. This situation called for nothing but bravery on my part. But then
suddenly, as much as I didn’t expect it, I felt the car stopped on its track.
The loud screech of the breaks echoed around.
    Were we dead?
    “Are you okay, Kayla?” asked John, pulling me out of my
newly formed illusion that we hit something, flew up in the air, and by
now—dead.
    “J...o...” I tried saying but the words wouldn’t get out of
my mouth.
    “Hey, are you okay? Look at me!”
    I slowly opened my eyes and realized we were not yet dead.
That in fact, we only came to a stop. Upon seeing that everything seemed