A/N: Another Jill fic. :D Drabbley fluff. Unedited. Bad. :D
"What." Dill gaped at Jem as he dropped to one knee.
"Charles Baker Harris... Will you marry me?" He opened the velvet box in his hand to reveal a slim golden band. He waited. Dill squirmed. "...Well? I can't spend forever on one knee, Dillie."
"Uh. We're both boys," said Dill blankly.
"Oh? I thought you'd grown a cunt by this point. I'll live if you say no. Just answer." He wobbled on his one knee. "I'm going to hurt myself if I stay like this any longer."
"I... We can't get married. We're boys..."
Jem growled, pushing himself up. He grabbed Dill's hand and forced the ring onto it. "I know that, idiot. It's symbolic. It's... I want to be with you forever, okay? We've been together for three years! Reject me or accept me or something! Don't just sit there like an idiot!"
Dill was quiet for a moment, then slowly, slowly, his mouth split into a grin.
"...Can we honeymoon in New York?"
A/N: Er. I wasn't sure about using "cunt" in this context, though I know the word's rather old, I don't know if they'd use it. Also, I figure Atticus would teach Jem that if he loved a girl, he should propose, and Jem would totally apply that to Dill. Another also. Jem is about 23 here, making Dill about... 20-21ish. I think they live in Boston. Yes, that sounds right.