“What? If I’m gonna die, I wanna at least be married to you!”

“Shit, they’re getting close!” I cursed as I took a peek behind me, a handful of cops chasing us down the street. “Matt, when’s the helicopter ready?”

“Give us a second!” Matt spoke through my earpiece. I could barely hear him over all these loud-ass sirens. “We’re trying to find a spot that’ll be easy for you two to get in without any hassle.”

“Well, hurry up!” I shouted, turning a corner and leaning against the wall to take a shot at them, hitting one of the cop’s legs. “If we get caught, I’ll fucking kill you when I get out of prison!” 

“Jesus, I said give us a fucking second!” 

“Ugh, fine!” I clicked my tongue and looked over at you, holding one duffle bag in your hands and the other strapped over your shoulder, both adding up to just a little over one million dollars. “You doing ok over there, babe? Helicopter’s on the way.”

“Couldn’t be better, baby,” you replied between pants, a smirk adorning that gorgeous face of yours. “You?”

“Doin’ great, sweetcheeks.” I winked at you and grinned, earning a soft chuckle from you. I looked back for a second to take another shot, getting one of the cop’s in the arm. “Update on the helicopter, Matt.”

“You asked for one at the perfect time,” he answered with a chuckle. “There’s an empty building a few streets down. We’re gonna pick you up at the rooftop. I sent you the directions, just check your watch. We’ll be waiting for you there.”

I scoffed. “Is that a challenge, or are you actually closer to the building than we are?” I knew it probably wasn’t a challenge or anything of the sort, just wanted to make this a little more fun than it actually was; not that a bank heist wasn’t fun, it’ll always be fun, just the almost-getting-caught part that wasn’t.

“Take it however you want, just hurry your ass up and don’t get caught or else I’m a dead man!” Matt threatened, though it was more of a threat from me than one from him. 

“Yeah, yeah, got it.” I then turned my attention towards you. Hey!” I yelled to catch your attention, which worked. “I have the directions to where we’re gonna be picked up! Stay by my side, alright?”

Lips curling into a grin, you scoffed at me. “Do you even have to ask?”

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, picking up the pace as I whispered to myself, “Good to know you’ll never leave my side.”

Following the directions Matt sent me, we ran there as fast as we could, taking a few quick detours so that I could slow down the Feds a bit. God, it’s pretty fucking far. I glanced over at you. You seemed to be doing fine. Your stamina wasn’t always the best, so the fact that you’ve been able to keep up with me is kinda impressive. 

“What are you staring at me for?” you questioned with an arched brow. “I know I’m hot and all, but can’t you stare at my pretty face another time, we’ve got more important stuff to worry about.” 

“But you’re the most important thing in my life!” I whined with a coy pout. 

“As if I didn’t already know that.” You lightly punched my arm and rolled your eyes, a light cotton-candy pink tint coloring your cheeks. “You’re mine too, don’t worry.”

“Hah!” I cackled. “I would’ve killed you if I wasn’t.” 

You giggled at my little joke, my cheeks turning pink from your beautiful laugh. It was like music to my ears, and as cliche as it is, it’s true. I’ll always love your laugh, and I hope that I can continue listening to it. 

I slipped my hand into the front pocket of my jacket. Good, it’s still there. I took a deep breath, still on the run. I can do this. 

“Hey, babe!” I shouted, the sounds of sirens and cops drowning out. 

“Yeah?” you replied, looking back at the commotion behind us before turning back around to look at me.

“Marry me?” I proposed, holding a wedding ring box with a ruby ring inside. The band was a silver color and made with palladium. Resting between four metal prongs was a ruby diamond in the shape of an oval. With a deep-red hue and beautiful glint, the jewel shone brighter than the sun, a close second to your stunning eyes. The gallery of the band had the words ‘My Partner in Crime’ engraved on it. I’m not gonna tell you it says that though, I’ll let you find out on your own. Mine was just a simple band made with the same material as yours, but I loved it whether or not it had a gemstone. Besides, you were always the more flashy one, so a flashy ring for an even flashier person. 

“Seriously?” You rolled your eyes, disbelief coated your face. But despite seeming annoyed, I could tell you were secretly happy by the red tint of your cheeks and the forced frown. 

“What?” I gestured to the crowd of cops behind us. “If I’m gonna die, I wanna at least be married to you!” I defended, taking another shot behind me real quick. “Now you gonna say yes or what?”

Arching a brow, you snorted at me with a grin, cheeky as ever. “What makes you think I’m gonna say yes?” 

“What makes you think I’m gonna let you say anything besides yes?” I scoffed, grinning back, still holding the ring box open. 

Sighing dramatically, you rolled your eyes again with that same cheeky grin. “Guess I don’t really have a choice, now do I?”

“Nope!” I slipped the ring onto the ring finger on your right hand with a shameless smirk. I was already wearing mine, thank god you didn’t notice it. Not that you would’ve noticed it in the past two hours with me wearing gloves. “You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life whether you like it or not!”

“Oh no!” you sarcastically wailed out. “What a nightmare!”

“Rude!” I stuck my tongue out at you like a child throwing a temper tantrum. “You’re supposed to say, ‘Why, that’s all I could ever ask for in life!’”

“Oh, I didn’t know my own wedding proposal had a fucking script!” You stuck your nose in the air, pretending to throw a fit. 

“Yeah, didn’t you read the terms and conditions when you decided to date me?” I kicked a trash can behind me to slow the cops down. “At the bottom in fine print, it said, ‘Must follow script when being proposed to.’”

“Oh no, I must’ve missed it,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes again, looking like you wanted to strangle me. 

“My, what a terrible fiancé you are!” I gasped with my hand over my chest, jokingly offended at your words. I then gave a quick peck on your cheek as best as I could while running from the police. “I’ll forgive you since I love you just that much.”

Your left eye twitched as you strained a smile. “Why, how gracious of you–”

“And also because I’m just that amazing–”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” you threatened, elbowing me hard in the side. 

“Well…” I want to do something. I want to kiss you. I wanted to taste your sweet as ever lips again. I checked the GPS on my watch. There’s a shortcut after this turn. I’ll drop a smoke bomb and take some shots at them again and then pull you into the alleyway. 

And that’s what I did. Once both the smoke bomb was set off and I had taken some shots at them, I grabbed your arm and pulled you into the alley. With you right behind me, it was the perfect time. 

I pulled you down behind a trash can, hiding us from getting caught by the cops. I then cupped your cheeks, licking my lips and taking a few seconds to catch my breath before pressing them onto yours.  

Mouth slightly gaping open and brows furrowed, you tried to push me away while your hands were still full, still focused on the cops behind us. “What are you–”

Well, focus on me for a second. I planted my lips onto yours, tasting your strawberry chapstick first. Beneath all that disgustingly fake strawberry taste, it was you, the love of my life. 

We only kissed for about 3 seconds, but it was just as magical as the rest of them, maybe even better because this time, we were kissing as an engaged couple. 

“I love you,” I whispered in your ear, sending chills down your side. 

Cheeks painted scarlet, you whispered back, “I love you too.”

I pressed my forehead against yours with a soft smile. “I know.”

“God, we can’t have one good moment where we’re being serious, can we?!” You pushed me off and crossed your arms. 

“Nope!” I chuckled with a playful grin. 

“They’re over here!” one of the cops shouted, pointing in our direction. 

“Shit!” I cursed and grabbed your hand. “Come on, this way!”

“Hold on!” You barely managed to grab the last duffle bag as I pulled you towards the building we were supposed to meet the other guys at. 

I checked the map again. Just a couple more twists and turns and we’ll be there. I threw another smoke bomb behind us, their shouts and screams bringing a smile to my face. Just then, I had an idea. 

“Ya know…” I started, earning a confused hum from you, “since I already proposed to you like this, might as well have our wedding ceremony now too.” 

Staring at me with both your mouth and eyes wide open, looking almost offended that I said that, you pointed to the herd of cops chasing after us. “Dude, what the hell?! Not the time! Hell, it wasn’t even the right time to propose to me!”

“Ah, but you still said yes,” I quipped in a singsong voice. You didn’t exactly say yes, but it was close enough. Besides, you said that you loved me, so that’s basically a yes. “Also, since we’re technically wanted in over twenty countries, we probably can’t get legally married, so this is the best we can do.”

“I’m fucking divorcing you the second we get married,” you angrily grumbled. 

“Yeah, yeah, do that after we recite our vows and become officially married.”

“Fine,” you groaned, taking another peek behind us. I did too, and it seems like there’s a good distance between us. I check the directions on my watch again. We should make it there in about five to eight minutes, just enough time for us to recite our vows if we rush. 

“You go first. I wanna hear you tell me how much you love me.” I smirked cheekily, knowing that would probably piss you. But that’s fine with me, you’re hot when you’re angry. 

“You fucking attention whore.” You grit your teeth at me, rolling your eyes for the hundredth time today. 

“Come on, spit it out,” I singsonged, snickering at the way you were glaring at me. God, I’m tired. Whatever, we’re almost there. 

“Ugh, fine!” Taking some time to come up with a good-enough vow off the top of your head, you gnawed at your bottom lip as you slung the other duffle bag over your shoulder, panting heavily. “Uh, I guess, I love you so much, I can’t imagine a life without you?”

“Don’t say it like it’s a question!” I whined, feeling tempted to trip you and leave you to be caught by the cops. “Come on, you can do better than that!”

“You try coming up with this shit!” you rebutted with a pout. 

“Hah, if telling you how much I love you was a sport, I’d be a god damn Olympic champion!” I boasted with a smug grin. 

“Then you go first!” 

“Alright then!” I grabbed your hand and kissed it as best as I could, holding onto it while we were still running. I threw another smoke bomb to disorient the cops, running into the building and up the stairs, making our way to the rooftop. Once we were there, having very little time, I grabbed both your hands and cupped them with both of my hands, squeezing them with all my love. I took a deep breath and began. 

“I love you. I love you more than anything in this world. You’re the light of my life, my one and only. Every passing day I’m with you, I fall more and more in love with you, and I don’t ever want you to stop. Love is such a painful concept, but with you, it’s like I’m in Heaven in this hellhole called Earth. But if being in Hell meant being with you, I’d take Hell over Heaven any day. I love you more than you could ever imagine. Whenever I’m with you, it feels like I’m floating on Cloud 9. To be able to call you mine feels like a dream, and if this is all a dream, I hope I never wake up. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how fucking lucky I am to be with you. Every little thing you do makes my heart race, and your smile is my favorite thing in the world. We’re not perfect, but we make it work, and I’m sure as hell glad that we do because without you in my life, everything would just be meaningless. I know we’re fucked up as all hell, but as long as we’re fucked up together, I couldn’t care less. To put it shortly…”

I cupped your face and pressed my forehead against yours again, whispering, “You mean the world to me, and I want nothing more than for you to be mine forever. I love you.”

Blushing furiously, you placed your hand over mine and mumbled, “How am I supposed to top that?”

“How about you just kiss me and we’ll leave it at that?” I chuckled, smiling softly at your adorable reaction. 

“That I can do,” you whispered with a grin before pressing your lips onto mine. Your arms wrapped around my neck as mine wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into me. This probably wouldn’t be an ideal wedding ceremony to anybody sane, but guess that means we’re fucking insane, ’cause I loved it, and I know you do too. 

“Uh, guys, this is sweet and all and it’s an honor to witness this, but you do realize that we’re still in the middle of a heist, right?” Matt interrupted. “Also, we’re here, so get your asses up here.”

I pulled away and clicked my tongue. “Was starting to wonder when you’d come in and fucking ruin it.”

“Hey, I’m just tryna keep you guys from going to prison.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut it, pipsqueak, and let me kiss the love of my life a bit more.” I pressed my lips back on yours, indulging in your oh-so addicting taste. God, I’ll always love kissing you. If I died from kissing you, I’d die happy. 

But it seems like I’ll need a raincheck on my death, especially since it was some fucking cops killing me and not your delicious lips. 

“Stay where you are!” one of them shouted, all of them pointing their guns at us. 

“Or what?” I teased, throwing another smoke bomb at time, snickering at their foolish attempts to stop us. I look over to my side and see the ladder already out and ready for us. Heh, seems like I might actually have to thank him later; should probably also thank him for setting us up too. God, that’ll go straight to his fucking head. 

I grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the ladder, both us stepping on the same rung, holding onto opposite sides of the rope’s railing. I wrapped an arm around your waist, making sure that you wouldn’t fall. 

“Bye, losers!” I shouted, furious glares and shots fired at us; well, mainly me. Whatever, their aim sucks ass anyway. I gave you one more kiss as we flew away, gunshots going off like fireworks in the background. As ear-piercing as they were, the only thing I could focus on was you, my lovely partner in crime. I guess normal people don’t use that term literally, but I’ve already established that we’re not normal. 

Once we climbed into the helicopter, I pulled the ladder up, set it aside and closed the door while you plopped the duffle bags onto the floor. After that was done, we took a seat, and I intertwined my hand with yours, planting a soft, chaste kiss on it.  

“Congrats, you two!” Everybody cheered, shot glasses out and ready for us. 

“I always knew you two were made for each other,” Matt bragged with a cocky grin. “After all, I was the one who set you guys up together.”

And there it was. God, that bastard takes a lot of pride for being the cause of our relationship. I guess I gotta give him some credit. After all, without him, I never would’ve been able to be with you. 

“Yeah, yeah, thanks, fucker.” I rolled my eyes and raised a glass to him, getting an overly self-satisfied smirk from him. Man, his ego is huge. 

Snaking an arm over your shoulder, I pulled you into me, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

Kissing my lips in return, we both smiled into the kiss, your hand resting on my chest as mine remained over your shoulder. 

“You gonna say it back or what?” I teased, a light chuckle following my words.

“Was just about to.” You pressed another kiss on my lips, less deep and passionate as the last one, but still as wonderful. “I love you.” 

“Yeah, you better,” I scoffed, ruining the serious and sincere moment again, but oh well. Besides, we’re not made for that. 

Instead of throwing a fit and pushing me again, you just chuckled, your smile warming my heart. “You’re the reason why we can’t have nice things.” 

“Well, if you wanted nice things, you should’ve thought twice about dating me, let alone marrying me,” I murmured while pressing soft kisses on your neck, tickling you and getting to hear your lovely laugh in return. 

“Well, I’d choose you over nice things anyday.” Putting your hand under my chin and raising it, your lips settled on mine once more, my arms wrapping around your waist once more, closing the small distance between us; well, any distance between us is too big for me. 

Your hand eventually left my chin, finding its way around my neck and intertwining with your other hand. Because of the helicopter, the kiss was rocky and rough, but we made it work, we always do. Your lips fit right into mine, and I pulled you up and onto my lap, your legs resting on opposite sides of my waist. I opened my eyes to take a quick peek at her. Flushed red, your cheeks were coated with a blanket of blush, desire and lust oozing out of you. I slipped my tongue into your mouth, your soft moan of pleasure like music to my ears. Despite your eyes being closed and still hungrily kissing me, I could tell that you were just like me- over the moon and hopelessly in love. I smiled into the kiss. Thanks for being mine. 

“Ugh, get a room, you fucking lovebirds.” Katelyn gagged, clutching her stomach to really tie the whole act together. 

We broke apart, and all that was left was a trail of saliva connecting our red and slightly puffy lips and lingering feelings. I wasn’t done with you, but oh well. I grinned, my arm moving from your waist to over your shoulder as you adjusted your seating position, sitting sideways on my lap with your arm around my neck.

“Oh, shut up, Katie, you’re just jealous,” I taunted with a smug smirk.

“Uh, yeah, that’s exactly why I want you two to stop.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms with a huff. Her frown slowly turned into a smile. “Congrats, I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thanks.” I smiled back. I knew that she secretly was happy for us, everybody here was. Maybe not secretly like Katelyn, but they were happy for us. We’re all fuck ups, and that’s what makes us such an unstable family. We’re all a disgrace and disappointment to our actual blood families, but at least we have each other. 

“So what’re you guys gonna do for your honeymoon?” Ethan asked.

“Yeah, you guys should have something planned out, right? I mean, you guys have been dating for like, what, 6 years, you’ve probably thought about marriage at least a couple times, right?” Jackie took a shot afterwards, probably her fifth shot in the past 30 minutes. That girl loves alcohol a little too much. 

“Hm…” I hummed, looking over to you for any kind of answer. All you did was shrug, which wasn’t that helpful, but I didn’t know what to do either, so I can’t really get mad at you. Taking some time to think, I chewed at the inside of my cheek, wondering what we could do for our honeymoon, which didn’t take too long.

“Wanna rob the National Bank of Egypt?” I chuckled, amused with my idea. Robbing a bank isn’t exactly something that could be done for a honeymoon, especially considering that it’s a fucking crime, but we’re criminals; we were made for this shit. Besides, a regular ol’ honeymoon like a beach vacation was boring as all hell, and we’re not boring, we're far from it. Being wanted in over twenty countries gets you a bounty on your head, what about that seems boring? 

Lips curling into a devilish grin, you planted a quick peck on my lips, which I wasn’t expecting, but hey, I’m not complaining, and I never will. 

“Hell yeah I do, baby,” you purred, a wicked smirk adorning your face. 

“Sweet,” I purred back right in your ear with a chuckle, tickling you softly. Raising a shot glass in the air, I shouted, “Alright, next stop, the National Bank of Egypt!”

Everybody cheered, gulping their vodka in one swift swig. I clinked my glass with yours, pressing my forehead against yours once more. 

“I love you,” I whispered, unbelievably happy. 

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your angelic giggle following your words. 

We gulped down our drinks and leaned into one another, my head resting on your shoulder while your head rested on mine. 

Our wedding wasn’t perfect in any shape or form, but neither are we. We may have almost died multiple times, but that’s just how we are, we live on the edge without a single fear. We’re crazy and unstable, but we complete each other. After all, we’re partners in crime for a reason.