I gave in. Sort of. The decision was made that Vic and I would wait a few weeks and build our relationship back up to where it was before, before we made things official again. Until then Vic had a whole day planned for us the next day. He would hint to what we were going to be doing, but my adrenaline was rushing from the thought of hanging like we used to. I knew today was going to be lots of fun.

I waited ever so not patiently for Vic to come over. He had work today, but he said he’d be over at two on the dot. It was one fifty-eight. Do I take it seriously when someone tells me they’ll be somewhere on the dot? Psssh no. I began making my way down the steps when the bell rang. I ran down the rest of the way and yanked the door open.

“Well someone seems excited to see me.” Vic said with a smirk.

“Can you tell me what we’re doing now?” I asked.

Vic bent over and picked up a basket full of sheets.

“Either you’re being an ass or you really plan in doing laundry.”

Vic chuckled and made himself at home, “Actually neither.” He placed the basket down in the living room. “Come help me move the table and then we need a butt load of chairs.”

I walked behind him and helped move the table, “Why, what are we doing? Please tell me already.”

“Just wait and see. I’m going to need you to also go to your room for a while after we get the chairs.”

“Whhhyyyy.”

Vic just smiled and went off to get the chairs. Again I followed along and then went to my room as ordered. I felt like I was up here forever. Finally Vic called me down and there were the sheets set up. He made forts!

“Tell me we’re going to tell each other scary stories in the middle of the day,” I said laughing.

“Even better.” He pulled out a bag full of paper airplanes and remote control planes. “Take as many as you can. This is war.”

We stared at each other with smiles waiting for the other to take the first hand. Right at the same time we grabbed as many paper airplanes we could while trying to not crush them and ran to out fort. As I ducked down I saw two remote controls for the planes.

“The person with the least amount of planes win or the first to not get their eye poked out.” Vic said.

I laughed, “Well then you better keep your eyes closed.”

And with that I threw the first paper airplane. My aim was terrible, but not as bad as Vic’s. I tried using my remote planes to take down Vic’s fort. He retaliated by throwing stress balls and rolls of toilet paper.

I was in tears from all the laughing I was doing.

“What the hell, Vic?”

“All is fair in love and war!”

I crawled out of my fort through the kitchen and back into the living room on Vic’s side with as many things I could. Vic had his back facing me, laughing.

“All’s fair in love and war right?”

The look of shock on his face was to die for. I threw everything I had at him.

“Victory is mine!” I yelled jumping up and down.

“Cheater!” Vic laughed.

“You’re just mad I won… That was so much fun.”

“We’re not done. Come one.” Vic grabbed my hand and his keys and we were out the door.

We were in Vic car for about twenty minutes blaring and singing along to whatever was playing on the radio. We stopped at a department store. Vic reached into the back of the car and pulled out a bag of clothes.

“Do I really want to know?” I asked.

“Go change and meet me back here. Don’t take long either.”

We got out the car and walked straight to the dressing rooms. I pulled the clothes out of the bag. Out came a gown, but not any gown, it was almost costume like. Something that was worn back in the 70’s or 80’s. Very sophisticated. Along with it were a faux fur shawl and very glittery shoes and costume jewelry. I couldn’t even being to guess what Vic had in mind. Either way I got dressed and met him outside. Vic was wearing a suit with a cane and monocle.

“We are now Mr. and Mrs. Weatherbottom.”

I bent over laughing, “Oh my god, no please.”

“Come on this is going to be fun.”

I got back in the car and we were off again. In another ten minutes we pulled up to a restaurant. It was pretty upscale but not crazy expensive. The décor from the outside said it all. We were in a part of San Diego we don’t visit often so no one would recognize us. We walked up to the entrance and Vic presented us.

“Table for two.” Vic said with a crazy British accent.

“Last name?” The waiter asked already skeptical.

“Weatherbottom.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing.

The waiter raised his brow, “Right… Come this way please.”

We were shown our tables and asked for our beverages.

“Water, please.” Vic replied.

“And for you Mrs.?”

I’ll have the same,” I said copying Vic’s accent.

“Right away.”

“Just as the waiter walked away, Vic and I began laughing.

“What are we doing?” I asked.

“Just keep playing along.”

The waiter came back with our drinks, “Have you decided on what you would be getting?”

I hadn’t even glanced at the menu. I opened it and the first thing I saw was chicken tenders. I smirked and ordered them.

“Um okay and for you sir?”

“I’ll have the same as the Mrs.”

“Of course.” The waiter collected out menus and began walking off, but turned back, “May I asked, where are you from?”

Vic rose from his seat and threw his chin in the air, “I am the Duke of a small country in England and this the Duchess, my wife, Gloria Weatherbottom. Are you questioning my authority sir?”

The waiter was actually taken back, “No sir, sorry sir. I’ll have your orders out right away.”

The poor guy almost raced off and I was back to laughing again.

“This is so wild, oh my god!”

“I know.” Vic said sitting back down.

“I’m beginning to think about you have planned next.”

“Something fun.”

We were brought our food and even got some free dessert. Next on the list of the things to do was drop water balloons off the top of several different places before the cops were called on us. Some of them were filled with colored powder. Once we dropped those we ran for it. We went back to our houses for a while to change and relax. At about four-thirty the next morning Vic knocked on my window. We got in his car again and ended up at the beach. He took out of the trunk a picnic basket, blanket, and beach umbrella. He set up close to the shore. We sat and talked and ate as we waited for the sun to rise. We passed out in each other’s arms soon after and didn’t wake up til after noon. This was the best day ever.