I’ll be laughing the whole way through. It’s the best way to be, it helps to soften the blow, no? I’m getting this truth, this fact from a lifetime of growing up as a Goldsworthy. Bullfrog is cool on his own and yes, I’ll admit Cece does humor him more often than not but he’s not too shabby. When he hits eighty, he’ll be just the same as he is now. And when we reach that age? You’ll see what I’ve been saying this whole time, mark my words. Ha, it runs in the blood, we can’t help that. I’ve never had a filter when it comes to you. You’re welcome. It’s going to be even better than we’ve imagined. Nothing will compare to the real thing.
That was just rude, and sweet. You’ve got me feel conflicted but ultimately it was rude. Cece humors him so often, neither of us can deny this. I think you’re being overly optimistic but you know what? I’ll let you hold onto this wishful thinking for the heck of it. Apparently not, you’re just a victim of the trait. I’ll never want you to have one either. I really, truly can’t wait. Soon, very soon.
I’ll be waiting until the end of time because that sure as hell will not be happening. You make it too easy to burst your bubble, sweetheart. What? You severely underestimate the longevity of coolness in the Goldsworthy family. As much as I like to rag on Bullfrog, he’s still got some of that edge. My grandfather had it too so naturally, I inherited that trait. I’ll be doing the same with you. I swear you get even prettier each year. No problem. I’m going to be a nervous wreck up there too, don’t worry. I know I’m going to love it. You’re a total knockout, Clare. Tens all across the board.
Keep being skeptical, see how far that gets you. Don’t you dare be mean to me and then call me sweetheart. I see what you’re doing here. Um, are you getting that idea from Bullfrog? Because I know Cece lets him believe whatever makes him happy but I could never lie to you like that, Goldy. Bullfrog’s a cool cat for now, but eighty is when that kind of thing runs out, I’m sure of it. You Goldsworthy men are so egotistical. You and your way with words, I’ll never get over it. Thank you, really. I just want it to be perfect, the way we always dreamed it would be. No disappointments, no delays, just perfect.
And snatching these prime moments from you is what makes it fun for me. Good luck with that but I can tell you right now, you’ll only be wasting your time. I could never part with my jackets. I’d imagine my collection will only expand each years. They’ll give me a hard time but they’ll also look up to me and be impressed by how cool their grandfather is. You’d be checking me out, eh? You’re a tough girl; I’m sure you’ll be able to do it. I’ll be waiting in the wings to swoop in if you need help. It’s right around the corner. I’m anxious as hell but so damn ready. I’m just dying to see you in your dress, walking down the aisle.
Nope, I’ll be sure to find one, you just wait. Cool, riiight. Sweetie, something tells me the word cool won’t exactly fit you by then, but I know they’ll find your efforts endearing. I’ll always be checking you out, handsome. You’ll be wrinkly but still charming as ever. Many thanks, pumpkin. I know those nervous jitters are bound to stay in place right up until the very moment we’re there, and even after I’ll probably be shaking like a leaf but I’m so excited. I really hope you’ll like what I ended up picking out.
It gets the job done so I can’t undo this now. Your personal enjoyment screws me over in this case, so that’s a no-go. When I’m eighty I’ll still be clinging to this but overall, I’ll have a really good run. I’m nervous for it too now, for you anyway. Bullfrog’s going to leave you dizzy and with sore feet before the night is even halfway over. That’s what I’m here for, m’lady. That’s solid reason enough. We’d be perfectly justified to tune everyone out for the entire evening. I’m looking forward to our wedding. I can’t stop thinking about it. You’re very welcome.
That’s what makes it so fun for me. Hmph, I’ll find a loophole somehow for this. You’ll be wearing a leather jacket and probably have a garage full of antique hearses, and the grandchildren will keep reminding you that you’re well into your senior years and your adolescence is over. But I’ll still find you adorable and tough. Let’s hope I make it out alive. I can’t stop imagining it either, it’s creeping up on us now. There’s only a bit more to do, prep-wise. It should be smooth sailing from here as long as nothing goes wrong.
I hate to be the one to take them from you but for my benefit, this is the only viable option. I don’t ever want to lose sight of that. I’m not sure how I’d manage if I started slipping, perish the thought. I can’t make any promises. You know how crazy my dad is. He’s going to practically demand dances with you. But, I will run interference as much as humanly possible. I like your idea though. I wouldn’t want to let go of you the entire night. Superiority looks good on you.
So self-serving, you should be thinking about my personal enjoyment instead. Maybe when you’re eighty you’ll get there, but you have at least sixty more years of bad boy bliss to live through until then. I’m getting scared for my own wedding day, my word. Thank you, you’ll be my savior and my feet thank you for this as well. We’ll be the bride and the groom, we shouldn’t have to let go of one another, at least in principle so I’ll be using that as an excuse. Why thank you.
It’s a little too late for that one, Edwards. I couldn’t deny that if I tried so you can put away your torch and pitchfork. That’s what you get at such a crazy hour, I apologize, little one. I can live with that; as long as I’m not getting too routine that’s all that matters. I enjoy having an air of mystery around me. He’d go out of his way to be obnoxious, you really wouldn’t stand a chance. I’ve heard about that and I’ve seen their wedding video. Bullfrog is nowhere near graceful, it’s comical. Your feet would be done for. Believe me, I’m full of regret now but in all honesty, I like seeing you with this seat of power.
I was growing fond of them both, but I’ll save them for a rainy day instead. Nope, you’re still a rebel beneath all that responsible adult, rest assured. You’ll never be a predictable person, I’ve known that all along. Oh dear. Do you think you can spare me a dance with him altogether? Maybe we should keep ourselves bound by our hands to ensure no one can slip between. The condition of my toes rests upon this. It’s pretty comfy here, I have to say.
It’s a huge lie. I’m shocked you even found it within yourself to muster up such a tale. I am wicked, I won’t refute that one. I’m going to soak up as much of this time as humanly possible. Yes, I feel as if I’ve been run over by an eighteen wheeler, it’s dreadful. Thank you, sweetheart. I love when you do that. Have you been around me that long that you just know these things already? Cece would trap me all night if she has it her way and Bullfrog would stand there and laugh then drag you out onto the dance floor as well. Then I won’t know who I feel more sorry for. I taught you a little too well. Now you’re gunning for my spot.
Don’t you try and paint me as the villain here. At least you can own up to it, or else you would have had a debate on your hands with moi. That was pretty…specific and mildly gruesome. You’re very welcome. I’ve gotten used to your ways. I wouldn’t call you predictable but you generally do follow certain patterns that I can anticipate. Oh goodness, I’m not sure I’d survive more than one dance with Bullfrog. Cece told me one time that he’s notorious for stepping on feet while dancing, so I’m going to be extra careful. I’ll take the cake in that case. Now you see the error of your ways.
My reputation always precedes me, doesn’t it? That’s a lie and you know it. You like me all the time and finally, I get one up on you. You’re always the one who’s correct so this feels good. Nah, sorry. You must really love me because right now I look like roadkill. At least I feel that way, goddamn. Please do. That’s one of my personal favorites. Ha, I guess this is the part in conversation where I should apologize but I’m just not feeling it now. I can’t wait for that first dance with you. You have to be my dance partner all night. Cece is going to kidnap me otherwise. You’re my muse, I can’t help it. But seriously, your lips are perfect and you have a real talent when it comes to this kissing business. So damn smug about too.
Always. And nope, not a lie. I think you’re just terrible, mister. It’s time you realize the truth. It won’t last for long, don’t get too used to it. Roadkill? Aw sweetie, you’re being very hard on yourself. I will then, I want you to fall right asleep if you can. Naturally you aren’t, but luckily I wasn’t expecting one so I’m not disappointed. Cece will have to swipe you once or twice just for picture’s sake, but I’ll be stuck on your side the rest of the evening. I try, I try. And I learned from the best, needless to say.
I don’t feel a hint of shame or remorse for this so I think I’ll take this moment now to keep on going, thanks. You couldn’t possibly limit yourself at rate. You’ll keep this going because you don’t know any other way to be and I’ll be the one reaping the benefits of that inability. It’s a horror movie over here, you’d be turned off immediately if you saw my haggard appearance right now. I will, trust me. The second I get to hold you, I’ll be out like a light. You’re not that bad, no. I just love teasing you. I really do think it’s cute how you just feel the music and do your own thing. Hey, if I’m getting out there in a monkey suit and dancing, you have to do it with me. Oh sure, sure. I could write a novel about the way it feels to kiss you, the texture and taste of your lips alone could produce volumes, I swear it. You’re a cruel, cruel woman.
In true Eli Goldsworthy fashion, I shouldn’t have expected anything else. I don’t like you very much right now, or how correct you are. Please stop. I don’t think so, I’d find it extremely sweet, as I always do when you’re so tuckered out. When you get to bed, I can run my fingers through your hair as you fall asleep, okay? I know you like when I do that. I know I’ll be able to feel tired once you’re here. Gah, you’re a complete jerk, you really are. I’ll slow dance with you but I can’t guarantee much else, now that I feel like my skills (or lack thereof) are under the microscope. You just…goodness, say these things that get to me. I know.