I've managed to start a new story by using one of my old document uploads and editing it. I would love to continue my other stories, i really would, but i don't have access to the chapters i've already written. So i went for option 3, but i'm planning on doing the other's as well.

I got the inspiration for this from my family. I will explain later.

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"Tonight´s the night," Ryan said nervously. "How do I look?"

"A million dollars!" Seth exclaimed. "But you should do...how much did that suit cost?" Ryan glared at his brother.

"Seth, no jokes."

"Ok, lighten up." Ryan sat down with a sigh. Seth sighed after him. They'd been through this countless times. Each time Ryan had phoned saying he was sick and couldn't make it. Seth sat down next to him on the coach.

"What if she says no?" Ryan asked staring at his knees.

"Ryan. She loves you. You love her. You have done since you moved here. That was 10 years ago." Seth didn't know what to say. He thought he'd said it all before. "10 years ago to the day! This will be perfect! I know you've broken up in between, had rough patches. But even when you were apart you were still in love, you were just too scared to admit it." Ryan didn't look up. "Ryan. You're my best friend, my brother. I would never let you do anything if I thought you could get hurt from it. That includes this" Ryan trusted Seth, almost as much as he trusted her. Ryan trusted Seth's judgement. Ryan looked up and gave him a weak smile. "Now, hurry up or you'll be late." Seth said, slapping Ryan on the back as he stood up. Ryan edged his way off the coach and then made his way to the door.

"Good luck! Not that you'll need any!" Seth called as Ryan approached the car. Ryan gave a little nod as if to say thanks and then he was on his way.

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"Ryan, are you ok?" Marissa asked gently. Ryan snapped out of his own thoughts.

"Yeah, why shouldn't I be?" He replied, trying to sound as confident as possible.

"Ryan, you've been acting strange all night. Not talking, staring into the distance, no being able to sit still, you're sweating like a pregnant nun. It's like you've got a hitman after you." He tried to laugh at her comment. She could tell he was hiding something. She placed her hand over his. "What's wrong?" She made him look into her eyes, she knew he could never lie then.

"Nothing," Ryan hesitated slightly.

"Ryan, please," Marissa pleaded with him.

"Riss, I'm fine. I'll get the bill and we can get out of here," She pulled her hand away.

"You're so difficult sometimes," She said as she folded her arms. Ryan sat looking at her for a second then got the waiter. As soon as they had paid the bill Marissa stood up, all to eager to end the evening. She had no idea what was wrong with Ryan, or why he wasn't telling her. She was pissed off. She was out in to the car park like a flash. Ryan caught up with her and grabbed her arm.

"Riss, don't be angry," He said pulling her round to face him.

"I'm not angry Ryan." She said stubbornly. "I'm just annoyed." She paused. "I've known you for about 10 years and you're still..." Ryan interrupted her.

"Come for a walk?" The question was asked more with his eyes than his words. They wore a sad look, but with eagerness mixed in, along with pleading. Marissa stood still then began walking, he followed straight behind her. They slowed down when they reached the beach. They strolled along, not hand in hand as usual, until Ryan stopped and lay down facing upwards. Marissa turned, she stood a while, taking in the scene before her.

"What are you doing?" She asked. He didn't answer. He hoped his silence would make her come lay down beside him. He was right. Slowly she walked over to him and lay down next to him, though still not touching. "What are you doing?" She asked again.

"Star gazing," Was his simple reply. They lay there, silent, staring into space. They must have stayed like that for at least half an hour.

"It's not about," Ryan said, his eyes still fixed on the sky. Marissa turned her head to look at him.

"What?" She said. He tilted his head to look at her.

"You said about 10 years. It's exactly 10 years to the day since we met on the driveway."

"Really?" Ryan nodded. She smiled.

"I wanted this to be perfect. So I chose tonight, a decade on." Ryan sat up and reached into his pocket. "I've probably ruined any chances of it being perfect with my pregnant nun act," He smiled as he quoted her phrase, she smiled back with a confused look on her face. Why did he want it to be perfect? "But if I don't do it now, I doubt I'll ever have the courage again and this is something I really want to do," He began to kneel and finally it dawned on Marissa. He brought a black, velvet box out of his pocket. "Will you marry me?" He opened the box slowly. It revealed a silver band, with one diamond mounted on it. The diamond wasn't huge, it was just the right size. The light from the sunset reflected off it in the most amazing ways.

"I...I..." Marissa had sat upright. She couldn't speak. Tears began to flow rapidly down her cheeks.

"Marissa...are you..." She jumped on him before he could finish enquiring about her well being.

"YES, YES, YES!" She screamed the words over and over. She pushed him down in her excitement and he was now laying face up, with her lying over him. She stopped screaming and stared down at his face. She still had tears coming out of her eyes and her vision was blurry. He had the most perfect face. His blue eyes looked up at her, warming her body with just the sight of them. She noticed one tear escape his eye. She leant in slowly, calm after he initial elation, she pressed her lips against his. He placed his hands behind her head, his fingers intertwining with her hair. He rolled her over. He pulled away for a moment.

"Yes? Really yes?" He asked slowly. She laughed and just pulled his head towards hers to continue the kiss. After ten minutes Marissa rolled over onto her back and leant her head on Ryan's chest. He took her hand gently and slid the ring onto her finger.

"Perfect fit," She smiled, she didn't raise her hand to inspect the ring like most people do. She couldn't have cared less about what was on her finger, it could have been an onion ring and she'd have still been just as happy. She was engaged to Ryan. Ryan Atwood wanted to spend his life with her...she was going to be Mrs Atwood. She was going to marry the man she loved.