"Pal, your screwed." I looked up from my laptop, seeing Sly hanging over top of me.
"Why?" I asked timidly. It had been only an hour ago when Sly got Carmelita to talk to Penelope for us.
"One, she got you this amazing new watch."
"Really?!" I smiled, knowing I had turned an old one into a time machine--which never worked--ages ago.
"Yes, and all you have for her is some propeller." I groaned. Of course she would get me something nice, and I would get her something that I could give her any other day. "So, come up with any ideas yet?"
I turned to my computer, pulling up a Word Document, titled IDEAS FOR THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS, and showed him the screen. He looked at the screen, dumbfounded.
"How did you come up with absolutely nothing?" He said, turning to me with a face full of shock.
I groaned again. "What do I do?"
"Well, two, Penn said that for Christmas she would love for you to propose to her."
"…"
"I'm serious."
"..."
"Okay, so that is what Carm told me, so of course she is lying. She refused to tell me what Penn really said, so I think you should go get the ring." Sly said with a smirk.
"…"
"Will you please stop with that face?"
"…"
"Getting married isn't that bad."
"You want me to get married to someone that I can't even come up with a GOOD present for?"
"…"
"That's what I though."