"What?" Roy asked, genuinely confused, "Liz," his voice was softer as he looked at her angry face, "Why would you ever think-how would-here. Come here, I have to tell you what truly happened." Roy motioned to her as they made their way to the den; a small, cozy room filled with comfortable couches covered in bright, woolen blankets. Roy sat down, covering his rain soaked body with a multicolored woven, thick blanket. Patting the couch expectantly, Eliza store at him, arm crossed for a second before giving in and sitting the furthest she could from him on the large, soft dark brown couch as she sat with her legs crossed on the couch, refusing to meet Roy's eyes.
"I'm listening." Eliza said, her eyes planted on an old wooden, cuckoo clock.
"Her name was July, the poor girl just turned eighteen and was desperate for a job. She was only a month pregnant, and her boy dumped her off the bat, after she discovered she was, you know, pregnant. You see, July not only wanted money, but she had been applying for a journalist job at the office for months-the boss had kept denying her when she decided to show up a couple days ago, on Thursday. The boss agreed that he would give her a chance if July and I did an entry together at the motel out on route 6. Apparently, there's been a feud on shutting it down for the countless murders and countless bugs found in every room. Nothing happened between me and July. Look if you even wanted proof I could give you-" Roy began.
"Don't try to play me! How can you explain the fact that you two were both naked, on top of each other, on the same bed-" Eliza yelled in fury.
"What room was you looking at?" He asked.
"Room One of course I saw-" She began.
"Look-we were in Room Fifteen." Roy said tossing her the papers of July's and his stay-in in Room Fifteen.
"But," Eliza began slowly, "I don't-I don't understand."
"Babe, I don't want this to end up messy, I love you, and I understand how you wanted to get revenge it's okay we can make this better-"
"No, it's too late for that." Eliza said, tears in her eyes as she looked at Roy.
"What? Why?" Roy asked.
"Because he asked me to marry me. And I said yes." She said as she displayed the silver ring.
"What?!" Roy asked, his throat going dry. "Liz, you're half his age."
"No, Roy. He's twenty-four and so am I."
"What?" He asked, too shocked to believe anything.
"My name isn't even Eliza." She said.
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