#colcey

— in the city of manila, two friends navigate the ups and downs of life, love, and friendship.

November 22, 2023 igs! someone (staff?) got colet on video when she was trying to use the mirror while stacey was getting made up. colet didn't know they were filming lmao

“Well, excuse me. Now, s’not my fault you sound awful sexy when you speak French, is it?” Colton laughed, still as pink as a pig’s spanked bottom. He got up from his seat at the table next to Lacey Jean to get them both another one of those “never-ending margaritas” that this fancy casino hotel sold. He also needed the space for a minute because while he was wasn’t lying exactly --  it did always get him good and hard when his girlfriend showed off how hot and smart she was -- he wasn’t being totally honest either bout why it got to him more than usual and he needed to go through this particular moral dilemma of whether or not surprises counted as lying to your woman on his own, away from the crowd of Lacey Jean’s friends and their dates. 

He’d been having a lot of fun on this wild weekend away from school and life and whatnot but he’d also had something more serious on his mind the whole time and it wasn’t something he could talk bout with Scooter or Squeaky or Lyssa or Louise. It was just something for him, til it was something for him and Lacey Jean both. And maybe her speaking French to him was a sign that it was time to share with the love of his life! Besides, he was never good at keeping secrets, and even if he had been, the five margaritas and counting were going to make it slip out of him, so by the time he was back to his chair, his mind had been made up. 

“Here we go, Lacey Jean, something sweet and delicious just like you,” he announced, setting her fancy drink in front of her. Colton took a sip of his own for a little bit of courage and then went in for the kill. “By the way... je t'aime aussi, mon petit jaguar.” His French accent wasn’t all that good -- you could take the boy out of the south but you couldn’t take the south out of the boy -- but the fact that he was speaking French at all was enough to get Lacey J’s eyes all big and surprised just like he was aiming for. “And I gotta let you know that every time you speak French to me now, it makes me remember that I’ve been prepping a real big question for you in the language of love for a while now. I mean, shoot, I’ve been carrying the ring with me for like months now!” He patted his pocket where the box was bulging and took another big swig of his margarita, so happy now that he’d let Lacey Jean in on what he’d been up to. 

“Matter of fact, it’s been hard not to ask every single damn time we pass one of them little chapels outside, so uh, would this be a good time to bust out the veux-tu m'épouser or uh....”