Can't Help Myself

He grabbed her smooth, slender hand and looked into her big blue eyes. He wondered if life could get any better than this, and if it was even possible for life to get any better that this. Glancing down at thei hands, Seaweed realized how much he liked the way the contrasted. Black and white, chocolate and vanilla (although she was more of a peach). He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed back, and he felt like his cheeks were going to crack because he was smiling so much.

"I really like this song," Penny declared, closing her eyes slightly. She leaned her head back against her car seat, shoulders moving along with the music. Her pigtails were pressed flat against her face. "Who's it by?"

Seaweed rolled his chocolate-colored eyes. "The Four Tops. You didn't know that?"

"Not all of us can live in a record shop," she said, smoothing down the front of her dress. "Lucky duck."

"I gotta lend you some records," Seaweed told her, sighing exasperatedly. "You're so deprived."

Penny laughed. "I'm not sure my mother would approve of anything other than the Psalms record."

"You can always come over to my place," Seaweed shrugged, "and listen if you wanted to."

"Are you asking me on a date?" Penny grinned, raising her eyebrows. When he nodded, she said: "What makes you so sure I'll say yes?"

Seaweed sighed, pulling on his sleeve. "You know you love me."

Penny leaned her head to one side. "Oh? How do you know that?"

"Well," Seaweed rolled his eyes. "That engagement ring on your finger might have something to do with it."

Penny wrinkled her nose. "What? I don't have a..." Her heart beat quickened as she realized what he meant, and her breath caught in her throat as he reached into his pocket and produced a ring.

"I was waiting for the right moment...but what is the right moment, you know? I mean, they always talk about it in the movies, like: 'You'll know when to propose', or whatever," Seaweed blabbered on. Penny wasn't really listening; she was staring in shock at the ring in Seaweed's hand. "And Momma was telling me I should buy you a bunch of roses and chocolates and jewelry, but I'm broke after buying this for you. I know it isn't much, but it's all I could afford, and I..."

Penny grabbed the back of his head and kissed him, and he continued muttering against her lips. When she pulled her head back, he was still going: "And I know that we can't get married until after college, and after you open your seamstress shop, and..."

"Seaweed," Penny interupted. "Shut up."

I know it's kind of short, but I wrote it in, like, twenty minutes for Nor. :) That Penweed is some pretty addictive stuff.