Don't own it…
"Ian, please tell me where we're going!" I sighed, attempting to see past the blindfold that had carefully been placed over my eyes.
"Not yet. You'll know when we get there."
I sighed and crossed my arms. I had been put in this ridiculous dress, high heels and Mel had done my hair in what she said was a "splendida opera d'arte." I wasn't sure why I had been so dressed up, but I was determined to find out.
"And we are here." Ian said, dramatically pulling the blindfold from my eyes.
I gasped. The game room had been lit massively with candles in almost every crevasse. There was a table, laid with a white table cloth and a vase of roses. I looked up at Ian and kissed his cheek. He smiled and me and swept me into his arms, carrying me over to the table and setting me down in one of the chairs. He sat in the other one. I giggled as our "waiter" came up to us.
Jamie set down two bottles of water and two plates. I gasped when Jared came out with a plate of the biggest piece of meat I had ever seen.
He grandly cut it in two and set it on the plates in front of Ian and I. Our two "waiters" then left.
"Ian…." I started, but he cut me off.
"Wanda, don't."
I smiled and ate, nodding and giggling as he told me stories from his childhood.
As we finished eating, Ian suddenly stood up and held his hand out to take mine. I gracefully stood up after taking his hand and he pulled me against his chest. We danced slowly, though there was no music.
He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too."
It isn't my best, but I try. Read and review anyway. Please? Pretty please?
Rain.