Lisa Wells

“Luna Parker, I walked into town hall this afternoon loving you. Then the meeting happened, and you saw what a broken man I am. What I went through as a kid complicates and destroys things in my life. Things that are important. And it never does it neatly or quietly. It does it loudly and messily and amidst much pandemonium. You deserve a man so much better than my dumb ass. I’m so sorry I bankrupted your heart for even a second, let alone for hours. Knowing all of that, witnessing all of that, if you’ll have me, I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. What I’m trying to say, in the most awkward way ever is—Luna Parker, will you marry me?”
― Lisa Wells, Rocky Mountain High-Jinx

“[...] hereby declare my unwavering friendship to Mitch Johnson. I promise to have your back in any public situation. If I believe you to be wrong, I will tell you so in private. I promise to be there when you need to talk. To say nothing when you just need my presence but not my opinion. I promise to laugh at your bad jokes at least once a month.” She folded up her speech, stuck it back in her pocket. “And I promise to help you create an edible that will make all fifty states want to legalize cannabis.” She waited for him. He said nothing. “It’s your turn.”“I know. I’m just trying to come up with the right words for how I’m feeling at this moment.” He pulled at his collar. “Then as your friend, I’ll stand here silently and wait for you to speak.” Many seconds later, he cleared his throat. “I, Mitch Johnson, clearly being of unsound mind for being a part of a friendship ceremony, do hereby declare my freely given friendship to Luna Parker. I recognize Ms. Parker’s weirdness and never-ending antics as a part of who she is, and I embrace the idea of bringing a friend like that into my life. Together, I believe we will balance each other out. I… shall strive to always have her back in any given situation. And to occasionally put aside my rules if the result brings a smile to her lips.” He stopped and glanced at the goats. “And I promise to protect her from those who would try and harm her. Oh, and eat her muffins without complaint.”
― Lisa Wells, Rocky Mountain High-Jinx