(A/N): *looks down at small, fluffy bunny sitting on her bed* Seriously….WHERE do you get this stuff from?
Crayon
Casey looked away from the movie that played on the TV that sat in his living room and instead looked over at April and gave her a small smile. She gladly returned it and even placed a light kiss on his cheek before she snuggled closer to him. Her strands of her red hair tickled his forearm as they waltzed across his skin and left a tingly and warm feeling in its wake as it continued to move across his arm. She placed her head directly under his chin and he shamelessly placed his nose to the top of her head and inhaled the sweet scent of her hair.
Tonight, it smelled of lemons. His personal favorite.
He snuck his hand into his pocket and curled his fingers around the small velvet box in his pocket. Just touching it made his heart thud and froze his spine solid. He let go of it and felt his heart return to its normal speed was, whatever that may be.
The box had been sitting in his pocket for almost a week now. Every now and then, he would open it and look at the ring it held inside. A small gold band with a decent sized diamond that sat on top of it. He had hopes that in time, that ring would no longer have to stay in the box and would soon occupy April's finger. But his hopes never got further than exactly that; a hope. He could never will himself to say those three words. Every time he tried to, he would find himself suddenly feeling as if he had proposed to April on a stage in front of a large audience. As if his proposal, was a terrible play people only attended so they could mock its failure and everyone, including April, would be in on the joke but him.
It was after his third and most recent attempt to propose that he had an epiphany. As he walked away with a confused April behind him because he told her that the important he wanted to ask her was rather or not she thought he should cut his hair, he decided he was done with being verbal and it was at that moment he gave birth to his master plan.
Everything had already been put into place. All he needed to do now was wait. The waiting did not take as long as he thought it would when April suddenly leaned away from him and stood up. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go and slip into something a little more comfortable." She said, with a nod in the direction of the bedroom.
Casey sat on the couch and did his best impression of a casual man who had had absolutely nothing up his sleeves as he watched her walk away. They way her hips swayed hypnotized him as moved elegantly across the floor, he only returned to reality when the she disappeared behind the bedroom door and closed it.
He shook his head and sprang into action. He leapt over the couch and went over to the door where he knelt down on one knee. He dug the small velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. That way, he was in the perfect position when April walked out of the room.
He sat there anxiously and stared intently at the doorknob, and willed it move with his mind. Finally, after about a minute or so fighting with himself so that he could not make a run for it and back out the last minute, the door finally opened.
April emerged from the room dressed only in one of Casey's hockey jerseys. He always loved when she wore his old jerseys.
Casey once again became distracted as he found himself staring at April's long, smooth, slender legs. She noticed and chuckled lightly before she bent down with a piece of paper in her hands. The paper that bore all of the heart and soul he could never say to her verbally.
Tears brimmed around her bright, green eyes and her lips were twitching into a smile. A small laugh escaped her and launched herself at Casey. Her face buried in his shoulder as she laughed and cried at the same time.
Casey gladly returned her embrace but had a look of confusion on his face.
"Okay, babe. Is this a yes or a no? You're laughing and crying at the same time. Does this mean yes or nice try but get loss you loser; you make me sick?" He questioned seriously. April pulled away from him and put herself at arm's length with him.
"Yes…but on one condition." She said; a smile plastered on her now tear streaked face.
"Anything, babe. Name it and it's done." Casey said. He took her free hand in both of his and kissed it tenderly before he enclosed in between his own hands. "I love you."
April smiled and looked at the note. "Oh, I love you too, baby."
"So what do you want?" Casey asked her. He tried to keep himself from sounding to desperate for an answer but failed, as he ended up sounding as if he was begging.
"Well, it's not much. I just wondering-
"Yeeeeeeeeeeees."
"Could you tell me what this note says? I know that it's really sweet but…I can't read it because it's written in crayon."
(A/N): Haha, well seems like a good way to end this. Well maybe end isn't the best fitting word…stop is more like it. Haha. Hope you guys enjoyed this little random drabble of mine!
