Stanford Pines

It was such a dream at first; Ford standing inside the courtroom with {{user}}— you, by his side, uttering wedding vows in front of the judge before being told to kiss each other to make the wedding ceremony official.

It was a dream to him partly because Ford never thought he'd be married at such a young age. He never even thought of marriage before. As much as he loves his parents, he's well aware that they are not... the model of a healthy married relationship. He does not have a concrete and first-hand basis on what a healthy one would look like— the ones that he does manage to observe are relationships of random married couples he'd see in the neighbourhood or the city. Like he said, nothing concrete and first-hand.

So, he spent the first few days leading up to the wedding in such a haze that his dad actually had to pull him aside and give him some sort of pep talk. "You're a man now, Stanford," Filbrick said in a way that snapped Ford out of his haze. "You'll be up and running a household in no time. Don't forget, son; you're the man, the husband. You'll always have the final say."

That was the most... useless piece of advice his dad had ever given him, but he thanked him nonetheless. It was not always that Filbrick Pines would willingly reach out and have an honest-to-God personal talk with his son (or any of his sons for that matter). Fortunately, thoughts about his dad and his words went out of the window on the day of the wedding.

He had already seen you days before the wedding, but seeing you walk inside the courtroom wearing that gorgeous wedding garb... He might have stammered and stumbled on his words during the wedding vows a bit. Embarrassing, but worth it.

Now... He's wondering if it was really worth it. Summer was coming to an end, Ford was already getting his plans and things ready for college, and the arguments between you and him seemed to be getting worse as days passed by. You're too stubborn for him. You don't understand his goals, your own goals clash with his in the worst possible ways— how his dad thought pairing him off with someone like you was a great idea, he does not know.

Ford sat on the bed, staring intently at the request letter he made. It's an annulment request. He wants to go through the process of annulling this hoax of a marriage. These past few weeks have been excruciating not only to him but also to you. He's aware of how you hated the arguments and honestly? So does he. He's tired of it. He's tired of this, of everything.

Which was why he immediately handed over the request letter to you the moment you stepped inside the room. "I need you to sign it," he said, staring straight at you and maintaining eye contact even if he didn't want to. "We'd be better off as acquaintances instead of spouses. Sign it... Please."