Seventh song: All the Small Things, by blink-182

To answer the recent reviews of why my works are so dark and depressing (except this one; guess I got lucky) is because it fits with the songs. And yes, I like music that's so depressing. So, onto the next drabble.

Drabble: Trent decides to show his appreciation for Gwen at a concert.


"Trent? You ready for more?"

The musician was relaxing in a backroom. He had already rocked out for over two hours on-stage. Trent looked up to his long-time girlfriend. He never proposed, because they were always on the move, so a wedding was out of the question. She looked just as tired as him, and he knew just why.

She was more than a girlfriend; she was a caregiver, an angel. Gwen was the first and last face he saw everyday. She would cook his meals, handle his laundry, and still had time to make sure Trent was always ready before each show. He made sure that she knew he loved her, but the musician still felt like it wasn't enough.

So that was why he prepared a special song in secret for her.

"Yeah, I'm ready," he nodded. Before heading off onto the stage, he grabbed a hold of Gwen's hand.

"What are you doing? I'm not allowed on-stage, remember?" she reminded him, swatting his hand away. Trent smiled.

"Come on, I've got a surprise for you!"

"Can't it wait until after the show Trent?"

"No, it has to be now!" he insisted, putting on a puppy-dog face. His gothic girlfriend rolled her eyes at the sight of it, but reluctantly followed.

When Trent stepped into view, the crowd went wild with applause. Trent waved to the crowd, grinning. When it got a little quieter, he wrapped his arm around Gwen.

"All right, who's ready to rock some more?!?!"

The crowd seemed to get even louder, and Trent chuckled. He looked to Gwen quickly, and then back at the crowd.

"I'm sure you've all heard of my long-time girlfriend, Gwen here!" He noticed her take a step back, and rolled his eyes in amusement; he knew how much she hated attention.

"Well, I feel like I don't tell you this enough, but I love you," he told her, staring into her eyes. Gwen smiled for the first time that night, while the crowd "aww'd" at the moment. He flashed a thumbs-up to the drummer, who looked ready to start a beat.

"And that's why this one's for you babe!" he shouted, before starting to shred on his guitar to the beat.

All the small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take one lift
Your ride best trip
Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating

Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na......

Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares

Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na......

Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, Ill be your thrill
The night will go on, my little windmill

Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, Ill be your thrill
The night will go on, my little windmill

When he finished, the crowd was already going wild with applause. Trent looked to Gwen, who had her hands on her heart. She had a big grin, which looked especially cute to him because her lip was quavering. She was also shedding a few tears, he noticed.

"So, what'd you think?" he asked, covering the microphone so it wouldn't echo. She pulled him into a tight hug, and gave him a big kiss, which lasted for a good ten seconds. The crowd was cheering for the happy couple. When they broke apart, Gwen sniffled.

"You're the best boyfriend ever," she muttered, trying not to let her voice crack.

"Only because I have the best girlfriend in the world… and maybe even more," he added. This confused the goth, until Trent got down on one knee. Suddenly, there was a loud yell.

"Wahaa, hahaha!"

Izzy suddenly swung in, as if from nowhere. She brought out a little black box, and handed it to Trent.

"Izzy has successfully delivered the package!" she reported, saluting the musician.

"Thanks Izzy," the musician thanked. Izzy nodded, and then went off to check out the stage. Trent turned back to Gwen, and opened the box. She gasped as it revealed a rather large diamond ring.

"Will you marry me?" Trent asked. The crowd "aww'd" again. Tears were now streaming down Gwen's face.

"Ye-ye… yes! Of course I will, you… big… jerk!" she shouted, trying to keep her usual demeanor up, regardless of how happy she was. Trent slipped the ring on, and the two embraced each other in a hug. The crowd cheered in the background, amazed to be there and witness such an event.


Touching, huh? This proves that I can write happy things… if I wanted to. I just had to include Izzy this time though. The next drabbles should be out soon.