Plight by K.M. Golland

Plight [plahyt]
Noun: a difficult, or otherwise unfortunate situation.
Verb: pledge or solemnly promise. Be engaged to be married.

I promised myself to a man. Well, technically, I promised myself to a boy. We were eight years old. Neighbours. He gave me a Cheezel, pushed it onto my finger, and asked me to marry him. 
I ate the Cheezel. 
I also said, “Yes” but that we’d have to wait until we were thirty.
It was my thirtieth birthday last week and now he’s calling in that promise. 
Seriously, Elliot Parker is insane if he thinks that an out of the blue private Facebook message stipulating the binding law of an oral contractual agreement is going to seal our twenty-two-year bullshit engagement. 
Insane.
I wonder if he really does look like his profile picture, though.

ellie's $0.02:

Let's start off buy saying I really wish that we had Cheezels in the U.S.  I imagine they are like Cheetos, yeah?  BUT I CAN WEAR THEM ON MY FINGER LIKE AN ENGAGEMENT RING?  That is like Bugles as fake fingernails.

(These are the important details of a book review.)

So Elliott proposes with a Cheezel at eight years old. Aw. Cute.   Until he shows up twenty-two years later to make good on that proposal over Facebook Messenger (see, this is why I actually never check my Facebook Messenger, you never know what creepiness is in there).

Elliott was a creepy guy at first and I told Golland that and she was like, "Oh really?  The muse is Ian Somerhalder."  And I was like "YEAHHHH.. CREEPY AS FUCK and hot as fuck.  I meant creepy as in hotness.  Common thesauristic word.

So now, obviously, Elliott is FAR FROM CREEPY.

He grew on me.  He really did.  With or without the image of Ian Somerhalder in my head.  His insanity made me love him.  The chemistry with these characters.  The hilarious dialogue and personalities made me chuckle.  And I maybe swooned a little over this quirky, hilarious love story.

Win for me in the romantic comedy category.