AN: This takes place a couple months before the events of my other story, "Riley Loves Jessica Loves Riley." I don't own National Treasure, I only own the character of Jessica.
I pulled into the driveway of my boyfriend's home. We had planned a special day, just the two of us, at his house: a nice home-cooked dinner, some cuddles, and classic gestures of love that we had basically patented.
I'm Jessica Shay. I'm a Boston girl, born and raised. My boyfriend's name is Riley Poole, and he is somewhat famous for being the sidekick of renowned treasure hunter Ben Gates. Riley helped Ben find the Templar treasure and Cibola, and had written a book about government conspiracies. We had met at a book signing in Boston, and we went out to dinner that night and hit it off instantly. We've been together for almost two years, and I can't imagine myself with anyone else.
I bounded up the walk, jumped onto the front porch, and pressed the doorbell. Riley came to the door and broke into a big grin when he saw me. "Hi, cutie bear," he said. Riley isn't really a nickname person, except when it comes to the two of us. I'm his cutie bear, and he is my Bunny. We're the only ones that can ever call each other by those names.
He took me into his arms, dipped me, and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you too, Bunny," I said. "What's up?"
"Oh, the sky, the ceiling, my love for my cutie bear," he said, and gave me a peck on the nose. I giggled. One of the big things I love about my Bunny is that he's all about physical affection. He holds my hand, gives me back rubs, and kisses me in the rain and the snow. He gives me kisses on the hand like in fairy tales. We have snowball fights, pillow fights, and food fights, and our personal favorite, tickle tumbles. I had told Riley about that term after I read a book on Robert Kennedy and his children, and he thought it was so cute that he decided to use it.
I blushed. "Bunny, you're so cute," I said with a laugh.
"Not as cute as you are," he smiled.
"You're cuter," I said. We do this all the time.
"No, you are," he said.
"You are."
"You are."
"Okay, this is getting corny," I giggled. "But we're all about the corny stuff, so I guess it's okay."
Riley grinned. "Come on, I've made something great for us."
"Ooh! Sounds amazing," I said.
We walked into the dining room, where Riley had lit candles and used the good plates. But to him, the "good plates" are the plates that don't have Star Wars characters on them. His good plates are still brightly colored. No fine china or anything, but that's totally fine.
"Wow, no Star Wars," I commented. "This must be big."
"It is," Riley said. "I made spaghetti."
"Oh my lord! That was the first meal we ever had together," I remembered.
"That's why I made it," he remarked. "I've got something I want to ask you."
Riley served up the spaghetti, and we dug in. "You wanted to ask me something?" I said about ten minutes later.
"Yes," Riley said. He sounded serious, and Riley Poole is never serious. "Jessica Elizabeth Shay. These past two years have been the best of my life. From the day we went to Ristorante Saraceno, I knew I never wanted to be with anyone else. I don't have much to offer you, except all my love. Will you marry me?" He took a box out of his pocket, opened it, and inside was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen.
I gasped. My eyes filled with tears of joy. "Riley Joseph Poole - of course I'll marry you!!" I slipped the ring onto my left ring finger.
Riley jumped up from the table. He picked me up and spun me around. "Aaaahhhh!" he yelled, and kissed me square on the lips. "My cutie bear," he said. "Thank you so much. You're the light that makes my darkness disappear."
I giggled. "You're quoting the Jonas Brothers," I said.
"'Cause I know that's your favorite song," he said. He began to sing.
"When you look me in the eyes,
and tell me that you love me,
everything's all right,
when you're right here by my side,
when you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven,
I find my paradise,
when you look me in the eyes."
"Look at us," I giggled. "We're in our late twenties, and we're singing Jonas Brothers songs. We're pathetic."
"At least we're pathetic together," Riley said.
"I love you, Bunny," I said.
"I love you too, cutie bear."
AN: So that's the first chapter! Please review!!