Archie wasn't used to being told what to do with his life; and when he was conscripted to fight against the god of time, his first reaction was to laugh it off and leave. But something inside of him, perhaps his yearning to believe the unthinkable, drew him to the school that had led him to the first friends he had ever made. And, possibly, the love of his life.
Archie stood outside of Atlanta's dorm room door, shuffling his feet nervously, and his hand fingering the box inside of his pocket. He tried to decide whether or not to knock. His heart was trying to order him around, and it made him feel vulnerable. Heart thumping, he raised his hand to knock only to find Theresa opening the door for him.
"I was just leaving," she said slyly, and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder as she left. Confused, he entered Atlanta's room to find her waiting for him, a short black dress on, and her rosy red hair curled.
"Hey, Arch," she said casually, but her hazel eyes sparkled. "Theresa informed me you were coming."
He gulped. "Did she tell you anything else?"
"No; she was mysterious like and stuff. So what's going on?"
In a sudden burst of courage he dropped to his knees, flashing the ring before her. "Will you marry me?"
Click.
