"Miller come on, everyone is going to be there, not to mention it started an hour and a half ago!"
"Save it Clarke, the only reason you're going is because Bellamy will be there. Every single one of our friends will be all coupled up and shit and I'm really not down for that".
Clarke flipped herself over the couch landing on his feet, smirking at him. "Monty will be there," she informed him teasingly. "He's even bringing that god awful homemade moonshine he makes."
"It really isn't that bad, I like it!" Miller replied indignantly.
"Yeah, you're just about the only one," she retorted. "Oh please come! Even if it's only for a little while?"
Miller sighed and rolled his eyes knowing there was no getting out of the party if Clarke was pleading. "Fine, but I'm leaving as soon as I want to okay?"
Clarke grinned at him and stood up pulling him up with her saying, "Fine by me, as long as you stay for an hour."
"Fine"
"Good!"
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The minute they walked through the door of the party, Clarke had abandoned him rushing off to go dance with Bellamy while Miller stood standing just to the left of the doorway near the drinks table, praying and wishing that he hadn't promised Clarke he would stay for an hour.
All of a sudden he hears his name being called out. His first name.
"Naaaaate!" came the slightly slurred voice of Monty Green; Millers crush of about a year. "You never come to these things! I am so happy you're here, c'mon! Lets have a drink!" and with that, he pushed a cup of his homemade moonshine into Millers hand.
Miller smiled indulgently, obediently took a sip and shut his eyes in a wince as the alcohol burned its way down his throat. As he reopened his eyes, he saw Monty staring at him. Cleaning his throat, he had to hide his smile at how cute and slightly comical Monty's face was as he blinked quickly a few times and shook his head like a puppy trying to dry itself.
As the song changed, Monty's eyes widened and he grabbed Millers hand. "This is the best song Nate! Come dance with me!" and without waiting for a response he all but yanked Miller away from the drinks table and into the throng of college students grinding and dancing.
Bobbing awkwardly on the spot, Miller couldn't help but smile and have a little giggle at Monty whose dance moved looked like he was trying to bat away moths. As the song finished Monty staggered and nearly fell over causing Miller to catch him. "Whoa man, alright lets go sit down over here huh?" he said calmly as he half carried Monty to some abandoned couches and settled themselves down on it.
Monty, half laying on his lap, looked up at Miller and smiled "You know Nate, you are such a great person. I'd like to marry a great person someday."
Miller laughed, "would you now Mon'?"
"Mmhmm," Monty hummed. "Maybe I should marry you Nate? Nate we should get married! Will you marry me?"
As Millers breath got caught in his throat, he looked down at Monty to tell him yes but that they should probably go on a date first, only to realize the other boy had passed out.
"Just fucking peachy."
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It was morning and his head hurt. After Monty had passed out, he dragged him back to his dorm room and put him to bed while he watched Harry Potter and drank whatever was in the cupboard.
Waking up to banging in the kitchen is never a nice way to wake up especially with a raging headache. At first he was a bit confused, Wells was out of town and Clarke wasn't coming over until five pm until he remembered. Monty. Marriage proposal. Fuck.
Walking into the kitchen he saw Monty making pancakes and wearing one of his shirts. Yes. Pancakes in his shirt. Miller thought he was about to have a heart attack when Monty spoke.
"Morning Nate, um, sorry about your shirt, I just felt really gross in being what I was in last night. Also thanks for taking care of me, I hope I didn't do anything too embarrassing am I right?"
Miller just stared at him unsure whether to tell him or not, but throwing all caution to the winds he said, "Actually, last night you proposed to me, said we should get married."
Watching Monty's face could never get tiring to Miller, just seeing it go from cheerful to having all the blood drained out while staring at Miller in shock was just priceless.
"And uh, what did you say back to me?" Monty asked cautiously, switching the stove off and coming to stand in front of the other boy.
"I said yes."
Monty blinked. "You said yes? To marriage?"
Miller shook his head, "Not really to marriage. Not just yet, but maybe a date?"
As he blinked again a couple of time, Monty's lips pulled up in the semblance of a smile. "Do you know how long I've waited for you to ask me? This is quite possibly the best day of my life."
Miller laughed and moved closer to the smiling boy, "So we're going on a date?"
"Yeah, we're going on a date."