This was written for 500 words or less on lita_fics on lj prompt 9. Past. It is complete.
"What is your problem today?" Phil snapped finally, running his fingers through his hair. He didn't know what the fuck was going on but in his opinion his girlfriend was acting like a ridiculous bitch as of late.
Amy turned on him, a glass of juice in one hand and a look of complete anger on her face. "What do you mean what is your problem? You're the one whose been acting like a total ass for the last week," she told him, hand now cocked on her hip.
Phil stood up, glaring at her. "You don't know what you're talking about, I've been acting normal, you're the one whose gone from walking on eggshells to acting like you're PMSing."
Eyes narrowing Amy stormed over to him and tipped the glass, splashing him with orange juice before she slammed it down on the small side table and stormed off.
Phil remained in the middle of the living room, his eyes stinging as orange juice dripped into them. He grabbed a newly laundered towel off the top of the laundry basket and swiped at his eyes before following her, every step angry.
"That's it Amy," he almost shouted as he walked into the bedroom and froze.
Tears.
She was crying.
She hardly ever cried.
The anger slipped out of him quickly, and he crossed the room, searching her face. "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Amy shook her head, "I don't know why I'm acting so stupid," she confessed.
Phil smiled slightly, "you must have some inkling," he told her, trying to get her to smile.
Amy looked lost for a moment and then nodded, swiping at her cheeks. "What date is it today?"
"January 21st," it dawned on him suddenly and he sighed. "Why do you keep thinking about the past?"
"I can't help it," Amy murmured, bowing her head.
Phil pulled her close, despite the sticky mess that was her shirt. "I'm not gonna break up with you, Amy, please believe that."
"I know, I know you love me but I don't know," Amy buried her face in his neck, leaning into him. "I'm being stupid."
"No you're not, I told you before I would never leave you and then proved how much of an asshole I could be," Phil sighed.
"Why have you been acting weird?" Amy asked him.
"Because I never thought I would do this," Phil answered her.
"Do what?" Amy looked confused and her eyes widened as he knelt down.
Phil pulled out a now sticky ring box and opened it, the ring silver, a skull and cross bones in chocolate and white diamonds. "It shouldn't be sticky," he told her. "Will you marry me?"
"Holy shit," Amy replied, gripping his shoulder as she knelt down in front of him. "Yes, yes." She kissed him, sending them tumbling to the ground.
The End.