Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
A/N: I apologize now for the cheesiness. It makes me happy =D
DALE'S P.O.V.
Walking up the stairs to the door, I sighed a big breath of relief. I was finally off work for the day and was looking forward to coming home to see my boyfriend. I slid the key in the lock and turned it, feeling the click in my fingers before pushing the door open. There were no lights on, but there was a strange eerie glow from upstairs.
"Josh?" I called out, slowly walking up the stairs. I then noticed the rose petals all over the floor. "Josh, you know this is going to suck to clean up right?" I laughed, before hearing the quiet strum of his acoustic guitar. I recognized the song right away as Beside Me. I turned to face him sitting on the couch, shirtless, and surrounded by numerous lit candles. He grinned and winked at me, making my knees weak.
"Hey." He stated quietly.
"Hi," I raised an eyebrow. "What's all this about?"
"I wanted to surprise you." He focused on his fingers for a moment, even though I knew he had the song memorized.
"Well, you succeeded." I giggled, putting my keys and set bag on the side table, listening to Josh start to sing quietly along with his guitar. A soft smile played on my lips, knowing he was losing himself in the music.
"Come sit with me." He bit his lip and looked up at me through his thick eyelashes. I more than agreed and joined him on the couch, resting my hand on his knee. He turned to look at me with a large smile, making me giggle again.
"Ya know, this is a lot of work just to get me to sleep with you," I smile, placing small kisses on his bare neck. "I'd do it anyway."
"I know that," He laughed, putting the guitar down, and turning back to me. "This is about something else." He took my hands in his, our black nail polish matching,
"About what?" I tilted my head like a puppy, hearing a high-pitched sound. He took a deep breath and looked down at our fingers intertwined.
"Well," He exhaled and slowly lifted his crystal blue eyes to my dark brown ones. "It's about," He looked passed me for a second. "Shit!"
"I'm…I'm sorry?"
"We have reservations at a restaurant that we have to be at in like five minutes!" He stood up quickly and started running down the hall to put on a shirt. I shook my head but turned on a light and blew out the candles anyway.
"What restaurant?" I called down to him.
"Uhm, that new Mexican one you like."
"You're buying me tacos too!? I love you." I grinned, grabbing the car keys and slipping on my shoes. He quickly ran down the stairs and grabbed his converse and opened the door.
"I love you too." He kissed me once we got in the car, before pulling out of the driveway.
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We arrived at the restaurant about half hour late to see Jen, Matt, Lolly, and Adam already there. Josh cursed under his breath as we approached the table but I could only giggle.
"Let me see it!" Lolly looked at me excitedly. Josh broke down into a coughing fit and glared at her.
"See what?" I asked, while Josh stopped coughing and tried to look innocent.
"Uh, Josh told us you were getting you're nails done today. That's all." Jen smiled.
"No," I laughed. "I had to work on set today." I explained, suddenly feeling quite suspicious of the group. However before I could get in another word, the drinks menu showed up.
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After a fun few hours of boozing, tacos, and Josh whispering my favorite song lyrics in my ear, we decided to head home to finish up what we started.
"So what did you want to talk to me about before we left?" I asked, sitting back down on the couch.
"Just a second." He held up his index finger and ran to the kitchen. When he came back, he was carrying an ice cream cake with a rose taped on the top and two forks.
"You are officially the best boyfriend in the world." I grinned breathlessly. He giggled to himself and set the cake down in front of me. It had a heart on it with icing letters spelling J + D across it. I laughed loudly, before hugging Josh tightly.
"I know. I'm rad." He replied with a smile before returning the hug. We opened the cake and dug in as fast as we could. Eventually, we had finished half of the cake by three in the morning.
"Alrighty, Josh. It's time to fess up. What did you do? Did you break my iPod?" I asked, curling up into his arms.
"No," He laughed. "Why is it that when I do something romantic it's always misconstrued as I did something bad and am trying to cover it up?"
"Usually when you do something romantic it's because you did something bad and you're trying to cover it up." I giggled. He shrugged and nodded, generally agreeing.
"No, but seriously. I do have something to ask you." He looked down at me and I leaned back so he could get off the couch.
"What's wrong?" I asked, getting worried. He started to pace the floor.
"Nothing! Nothing's wrong," He smiled, taking deep breaths. "It's just I'm nervous."
"About what, sweetie?"
"What I'm about to ask you. I've been practicing all day."
"For what?"
"It's more nerve wracking than performing live! Imagine that!"
"What is?"
"I can't believe this. I mean I really want to do this, I just can't believe I'm going to." He did this every so often. Keeping his feelings bottled up all the time, he had to let them out sometime.
"Joshua Ramsay! What are you asking me?" I demanded, forcing him to stop pacing. He drew in a deep breath before reaching into his jeans pocket. He exhaled and got down on one knee.
"Dale." He grinned up at me, opening the small velvet box that held a silver band with a pink stone on it.
"Oh my god." I felt the tears well up behind my eyelids, before splashing down to my cheeks.
"Will you marry me?" He fluttered his eyelashes, making me laugh through my happy tears. I nodded slowly and he slid the ring onto my finger.
"Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes!" I practically screamed before pulling him in for a very long, passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and carrying me to our bedroom.
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The next morning I woke up, his arms tightly wrapped around me. I just lay there for a few minutes, feeling the rise and fall of his chest until the ring caught my eye again. I giggled without thinking; I was just so excited.
"Morning." His voice was soft and tired, yet happy.
"Morning." I smiled, feeling his lips press to the top of my head.
"Hey Dale?" He asked his tone serious.
"Hmm." He must've been up for a while thinking.
"Do you ever wish we'd met differently?"
"What do you mean?"
"We're both ex-addicts."
"Oh," I looked up to see his nervous eyes. I placed a small kiss on his lips before replying: "Not really. I love the way we are."
"Yeah," His features softened. "Me neither." He kissed me back and we settled with the idea of Happily Ever After.