The Love of Market Boy Part III

I dressed for bed that night as I realized that tonight the boy would be coming. I cleaned up my room in an insane frenzy and went out on my front porch and waited for the moon to be highest in the sky.
As I waited, I began to think about the guy my father was forcing me to marry. Demetrius was stuffy; I didn't like stuffy guys. I liked immature yet overly mature guys. The kind of guy that knows when to be mature and when to be immature. I couldn't see what Helena saw in Demetrius. Demetrius was not only stuffy; he was arrogant, picky, two-faced, and if he didn't get what he wanted he would throw a fit like a two-year-old.
I debated the pros and cons of running away and not marrying Demetrius when I heard a voice in the dark say, "Hello? Beautiful girl? It's me. The boy from the market. I hope your here and I'm not making a fool of myself."
Happiness light up my face like a flash of long lasting lightning. He walked up onto the front porch. I closed the space inbetween us and hugged him, and he hugged me back. I didn't want to let go, but we had to go back inside because the cold was seeping through my clothes. We held hands and walked into the house. I didn't have to worry about Father because he was at a town meeting. I showed him my room and he went straight to my bed. I cuddled next to him and I felt his warm arms embrace me. Thinking about something that has been bothering my subconscious all day, I asked him, "Do you mind if you tell me your name? It's kind of confusing to be in love with someone and not know their name."
"Lysander. And you mind if you tell me yours?"
"Hermia. Lysander's a beautiful name. But I have to tell you something before we continue."
"What's that, love?"
"I'm engaged to a man named Demetrius and I'll be getting married soon."
"Well, somebody's going to have to do something about that," he said playfully.
We kept talking and cuddling until Father got home. I got all panicky about the idea of Father seeing Lysander in my room and ended up shoving Lysander out my window. I heard a muted thud when he hit the ground and someone whisper, "Uhh!" Thinking that Father heard him, I ran and jumped on my bed and pretended to be asleep. I realized something in that moment. I wouldn't mind being engaged to Lysander. I just didn't want to marry a guy I despised. It felt like the whole universe had shifted, but actually nothing had changed. The only thing that changed was me. I smiled to myself at the fact that I used to want to stay single, and now I couldn't live without Lysander. With that thought in my head, I drifted off to sleep.