The television's volume is nearly at full blast, but I hardly hear it. My heart pounds through my ears
Should I be feeling this nervous? As pathetic as it sounds, I've practiced on brooms to try and ease my nerves. Clearly it's not working. What am I supposed to do? Pretend she's the brush and say that I'm gonna sweep her off her feet? Yeah right. Once I dropped and ruined one of her tubs of ice cream, and I still can't sit up straight.
Abby snickers at the show we're watching. Is that what she's going to do when I do it? Maybe I'll do it later.
You can't. I've put this off for way too long. Not to mention that everyone is either married or engaged now. Grandma has been nagging me lately. It's irritating, but she's right. I have to do it now.
I've tried planning all those romantic gestures with roses and dinner and the works, but I've always failed. Abby doesn't really like that stuff anyway. That's a good sign, right?
The ring has a sudden weight gain, and I think it's going to tear my pocket open. Hopefully she'll like it. It's my mom's; she cried when I asked for it.
I look at the clock mounted on the wall. Half past one, and Abby has to go at two. Now's the time. I've never really realized the gap in this. I didn't plan anything, I just thought I would wing it.
Because nothing has ever gone wrong after one says, "Screw this, I'm winging it."
I shake the negativity out, and I touch the soft box in my pocket.
"Hey Abby." She looks up from the TV, so I pull out the ring. "Wanna get married?"
She shrugs against her pressed place in the couch. "Sure." I almost grin as I snap the case open and I hand the band to her. She slips it on before resuming her state of watching the show.
Wally owes me twenty bucks.