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"So by the outfit, I assume we're going shooting?" Tex asked him.
"Mmhmm." He responded, taking her hand after opening the door for her.
"May I ask why?"
"Nope." He said, smiling. She tried to hide her confusion. "Just kidding." he said. "I just wanted to do something fun tonight."
"Fair enough." She said, getting into the car. When they got to the range, they didn't even need to show their membership cards.
"Hey Church, Hey Tex." The manager said, opening the door for the couple. They greeted him back, and then proceeded to pick out their guns. Church managed to get a few pictures of her when she wasn't looking, just so he could remember tonight. When he was sure all of any aggression she had was gone, they decided to leave.
"Now we shall advance to dinner."
"God, you're a nerd."
"Shut up and change your clothes."
"You packed me clothes? Awh what a sweetheart." She said, half-sarcastically and half not. He smiled and handed her the bag. She came out and he took a picture.
"Did you just take a picture of me?" She asked.
"No..." He responded. She let it go.
"Where are we going for dinner?"
"You'll find out." He said, placing his arm lightly around her waist as they walked to the car.
"Oh hell yes!" She shouted as they pulled into her favorite restaurant's parking lot.
"Also, I stole Tucker's wallet so you can get whatever you want."
"Did you really?" She asked.
"Well, not his whole wallet. Just a hundred bucks." He smirked, holding up the cash.
"You're a horrible person. It's really hot. Can we please make out now?" He responded by attacking her lips with his. After a solid 30 minutes, he got out to open the door for her and interlaced their fingers.
"Hey, Bill!" Church said to the cashier. "Can we get the usual please?" Bill nodded and led them over to a table.
"So what's all this for?" She asked him, confused.
"I just love you, Al. A lot. It makes me happy when you're happy, so I thought we could do things that make you happy tonight." She tried to hide her smile. It didn't work.
"You're such a sap, Leon, but you're my sap." She squeezed his hand. And with that, he lost it. He had to ask her, now. He couldn't stand the possibility that she would ever be anyone else's.
"Hold on a sec." He got up, handed Bill his phone and asked if someone could record it. Then, he walked back to the table.
"Hey Al?" He asked.
"Hm?" She responded. He reached into his pocket.
"I love you. More than anything, and you know that. I love that you wake up super early and jump on me until I wake up. I love that you go to the gym and bring home ice cream, like it doesn't even matter that you just worked out. I love that you are the best shot that I know. I love waking up to your blue eyes and your blonde hair and that cute little smile. I love that you send me cute little texts at work. I love that you have beaten up every single one of my friends many times. I love it when you blush because I'm so cheesy. Most of all, I love every second I spend with you." He paused, smiling at her. "But... there are some things that I hate, too. I hate it that whenever I'm away from you, I get the worst separation anxiety on the planet. I hate it that you make me this nice guy when I'm so used to being a dick. But what I really hate is that you're not really mine yet. I want to change that. So, will you..." He took out the ring and got on one knee. "Marry me?" She stared at him for a few seconds, blinking. At that point, everyone in the restaurant was watching, waiting to see what she would do. She got down on her knees and kissed him, then hit him on the arm.
"That was for being so dorky. And yes." She said with a smile. He slipped the ring on her finger and then picked her up and kissed her again.