Chpt.2

Chris and Sam both took off their school blazers, so now they are wearing black pants, their white undershirts, and those very uncomfortable black shoes. They are walking along a secluded path in the woods. The flowers were just starting to bloom and the leaves were trying to come back to the trees. It was a truly beautiful spring day.

"So, where are you taking me that's so special?" Sam asks while swiping away a strand of loose hair from his eyes. Chris is holding the other hand and leading the way.

"Its not much further. Once we get there it will all be worth it. I know how much you like romantic surprises."

"Yeah but in the middle of the woods? In our dress shoes?" Sam whined.

"We are almost there." Chris said while squeezing Sams hand tighter and practically dragging him threw the forest on the rough terrain of the paths forest floor. Just as Sam was about to further whine about the rough treatment and the distance, they came to an open area. It wasn't a big space, just had four small rocks for sitting on and a small fire pit in the center that looks like it hasn't been used in a long while. Once Sam saw this he stopped walking and took it all in.

'Romantic? Sure I guess." thought Sam.

"Come here baby, theres something I want to talk to you about." Said Chris as he took Sams hand and lead him to one of the rocks, setting Sam down on it. He walks over to the rock right next to it and sits.

"Whats up Chris?"

"Sam..." He took Sams left hand into his.

"Chris whats wrong? You look nervous."

"Sam I..." At that moment they heard a loud branch snap behind them, making them both turn around.

"What the hell was that?" asked Sam.

"I don't know some sort of forest animal. So Sam." Sam turns his attention back to Chris.

"We have been together for six months now. And I mean, you know how much I love you right?"

Sam couldn't believe his ears. 'Was he proposing?!' Sure Sam loved Chris. Their parents were good friends, they both had money, they attended the same school, even the same country club, so when Chris initially asked Sam out on a date, then eventually they became boyfriends, it sounded like a good idea, but proposing marriage after six months? He was only seventeen and still had his life to live. He wanted to attend college, graduate, maybe even travel the world all on his own. Sam hoped Chris couldn't see the fear in his eyes. Then Chris did what he was fearing, he got off his rock on one knee in front of Sam, his hand still in Chris's. Suddenly with his free hand, Chris pulled out a black velvet open box, revealing a platinum band with a solitaire diamond in the center, that diamond was huge. Chris saw Sam looking at the ring when he spoke.

"Samuel Westmore, will you do me the honors of marrying me?" Sams eyes got big and his mouth hung open.

'Oh my god should I say yes and give this a try? Or say no and possibly ruin my chances with a great guy?'

Sam weighed his options, then he decided.

"I will." Sam said in barely a whisper.

Chris smiles and puts the platinum band on Sams ring finger, then envelopes him in a hug. Sam closes his eyes hoping hes made the right decision. He opens them while still in the hug, and stares down at the ring. It seems like the ring is mocking him almost. For such a beautiful ring it sure is putting a lot of worry in his mind. They let go and look into each others eyes. Sams grateful his bangs are covering his eyes, for hes sure Chris will be able to see right through his happy charade. Sam was about to say something when he hears another branch snap right behind him. Before Sam could turn around he hears a click of a gun, and a gruff demanding voice.

"Don't move rich boy."