"But, Aubreytoo don't think we shou-"
"Shhh... We should, Chloe."
"It's an invasion of privacy!"
"They shouldn't need privacy."
"But..."
"No buts."
We walked up to the shrubs and ducked near the window.
When her house was empty, I had a suspicion of where she would be.
"I'm so gonna kick her obese butt." I growled.
"She may not be here. She may have gone shopping." Chloe tried.
"At this hour?" I asked.
"Maybe she's a night owl."
"Yeah, right."
I pressed my ear up against the glass.
"Well, if you' re not gonna listen to me, at least know that he'll definitely notice somebody's ear pressed up against his window." She said.
"Chloe, you're not helping!" I hissed.
"Yes!" I heard her Australian accent yell.
"She is here!" I said. "Chloe, lift me up!"
"Why? You're plenty tall!" She whined.
"I can see more! Just do it!" I snapped.
"Okay, but if he sees you, I'm running." She said.
She ducked below and lifted me by my waist.
What I saw was absolutely horrifying.
He was kneeling down on one knee and holding a small box.
A small box containing a ring so shiny it was nauseating.
I lost my balance. "Chloe, catch me!" I yelped as we tumbled to the ground.
Once we recovered from our fall, I filled her in.
"Aca-unbelievable!" I said.
"What?" Chloe asked.
"They're engaged!" I shrieked.
"What?"
I called her the next morning.
She was obviously very happy about the-gag-proposal.
"Hi, Aubrey! What's up, flat butt?" She chirped.
"How can you act like it's a sibling rivalry thingy when you're about to get married?" I screamed.
She didn't even play dumb.
"Uhhh... Ugh..."
As usual.