Well it's a beautiful night

We're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Marry You, Glee Version

Originally by Bruno Mars

I am shocked by the depth of my boyfriend's stupidity at times.

My boyfriend was Nico di Angelo, by the way. You notice I used 'was'. But you'll hear about that later, be patient.

Anyway, my self-proclaimed awesome boyfriend had the audacity to say that a pair of jeans made my ass look big-they most certainly did NOT-then tried to make amends by taking me to dinner, which is what I'm getting ready for.

Pfft, asshole.

The restaurant was renowned for its steak. That's probably the reason he's taking me there. So what if I'm half carnivore? It helps with the whole choosing the place we eat at for dates.

Nico and I had been dating for 8 years, since we were both 16. It shocked me that I had actually put up with the moron for so long.

But then again, he did the most stupidly cute things too. I don't think that made sense, but it was true.

Like one time, he woke me up at the break of dawn, to sing to me. Let's just say that he will not be doing that soon. I may have stabbed him with my skateboard. Hey, when you wake me up at 6 in the morning, I can do the impossible. It was a nice song though.

Or that time we actually paid to see Eclipse just to make fun of it, instead of sneaking in to movies like we usually did. We will not be invited back there for a long time.

What? It wasn't my fault that those Twilight-loving freaks don't understand my and Nico's sarcastic sense of humor, which is the only kind of humor worth having, by the way.

Then the time we went to the premiere of Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows 7 Part 2.

Just gotta say, best movie EVER!

Okay, so Nico is a good boyfriend. Most of the time. Unless he says my ass is big. Jerk. Look, I'm so angry that I can't even think of a bad enough word.

Good thing that what Nico does (you'll see) takes my mind off my anger.

I turned in the mirror's way, admiring the way that the dark blue mini-dress clung to my body. It had a slit up the right side. I wore it with fishnet leggings, a silver locket, and black pumps.

I ran a comb through my spiky black and royal purple dyed hair and put on a bit of raspberry-flavored lip gloss on my lips.

"Oh, you look so pretty!" My mother exclaimed, a strange look in her eyes. If I didn't know better, I would've thought that she was conspiring something. Or knew something I didn't.

"Yeah, yeah." I brushed past her, trying to balance down the stairs in my heels.

It didn't go well. At least I didn't fall down the stairs. Hmm.

After rolling my twisted ankle a few times, I stalked out the door and into my car.

"Bye!" My mother called, obviously trying to stifle laughter.

My mother and I didn't get along very well. Her and my father divorced soon after Nico and I started dating. I don't think that was the cause though. My brother, Jason, was 10 when my dad left, and I haven't seen him since.

See, my dad was a big-time lawyer, and my mother was an actress. My dad met her when she needed a lawyer for a DUI. My mom didn't stop drinking, and she finally sobered up after my dad left.

Unfortunately for her, he had completely abandoned her. And me.

Well, enough about my fucked up life. It's not pretty for anyone.

I adjusted the mirror and pressed my 3-inch-heel down on the accelerator. 3 fucking inches.

I drove to the restaurant, silently fuming about how the bastard would react when he realized be forgot to pick me up. What the hell!

I gave the waiter the name "di Angelo", and he led me to a table for two in the most crowded part of the restaurant.

"Thalia!" Nico cried when he saw me, giving me his trademark grin.

"Hey." I said. "You know that you were supposed to pick me up, right?"

His eyes widened to cartoon-style proportions. Woah, big word.

"Was I?" He blushed, fiddling with something in his pocket. "Oh, I'm sorry, Thals."

"It's fine." I conceded, melting at his adorable smile. Curse you, not-quite-teenage-hormones-considering-I'm-23-now.

"Fancy shit." I looked around. Everything was gold or red, complete with white silk tablecloths and fancy gold silverware.

"Yeah." Nico agreed, still playing with whatever the heck was in his freaking pocket.

Nico wasn't so bad to look at either. It's not just the 'I'm-his-girlfriend-so-I-have-to-say-that' part of me speaking. He had on a black tux and his hair looked freshly washed. And combed?

I have to admit, my suspicions were aroused. Not in that way. Perverts.

See, Nico's my boyfriend because he's an idiot, stupid as hell, sarcastic, hot (yes, he actually is), and he's an okay guy for the most part. Unlike my boyfriend before him, Luke the-moron-who-broke-my-heart-and-stomped-on-the-pieces. So I'm okay with dating him.

The waiter came and gave us menus. I smiled at him, perfectly platonic y'know, and Nico reached over and grabbed my hand.

Very possessive, I might add to that list.

"What should I get?" Nico asked, staring at the menu.

"What do you mean 'what should you get'?" My mouth fell open. "This place has, like, heavenly steak."

"I was thinking about getting fish." He said, with a straight face and a serious voice.

"But fish isn't meat! We've discussed this!" I yelled. People turned to stare at us.

"Yeah, I guess I'll get the steak." Nico agreed. A wise choice when dealing with me.

We placed our orders, and Nico looked even more nervous.

"What the crap is so damn nerve-wracking?" I finally demanded.

"Well...um, Thalia, I was...ah, wondering..." He stuttered, glancing around at the people, because we were beginning to attract more stares.

I overheard an old couple (probably rich) talking about how cute we were. Eew, grossness.

"What I'm trying to say-"

"Get to it, di Angelo." I sighed.

He stood up abruptly. I eyed him nervously.

He got down on one knee. My mouth popped open in my utter shock.

Was he serious? Was he really...proposing? To me? Not the blonde sitting at the table next to us, 'cause she's a lot prettier than me.

"Nico..." I breathed through my clenched teeth.

"Thalia Grace, will you marry me?"

Okay, sorta a cliff-hanger.

Looks like Thalia has a bit of an inferiority complex.

If you didn't read 20 Questions, it doesn't really matter. All you need to know is that Nico and Thalia got together.

Okay, does anyone have any ideas on what Thalia should be for a career? I'm a young teenager; I have no idea what she should be. Something interesting, definitely, it wouldn't be a good story if she wasn't. And I also don't know what a 23-year-old acts like, so I hope it's good.

Review. Do with that what you will (which means review)!