Jonas

January 19

11: 21 PM

Even though she was hundreds of miles away, I knew exactly what Liz was doing right this moment, and not because I was creepy and obsessed like Grant and Zach, who had put cameras up in Cammie and Bex's room, but because I just knew her so well.

Right now, she was in bed, almost asleep, listening to a textbook audiobook under her pillow just loud enough to drown out Macey's snores.

I rolled over on my own bed and flicked on the lamp by my bed and examined the black velvet box on my nightstand.

Exactly how ballsy are you? I asked myself.

Our relationship was far less dramatic than Zach and Cammie's was, with far less angst and uncertainty. It was more solid than Preston and Macey's even though we were doing the distance thing too. I didn't even want to think about the dysfunctional monster that was Grant and Bex.

But was that enough? Was I correct in my belief that we were ready to start our lives together this year? Was I sure we would make it? But wasn't that a question that plagued most boyfriends with rings?

I thought so, and I had done my research well.

I decided I would worry about this tomorrow, balled my pillow under my head and turned out the lamp.