Disclaimer: I only own Adrianna.

A/N: A big thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed, you guys are the absolute best! I'm glad that you guys are all stilling enjoying this story. Hum dilly dum, whatever will she say to his proposal? Only one way to find out. Enough babbling, go and read. Enjoy & review!

My legs shook underneath me, they were moments away from giving out on me. Suddenly, it felt as if all the air was sucked out of the room. My eyes were glued to Randy's form. He was still on his knees, awaiting my answer.

"No."

It pained me to say it, but I had to. He wasn't being completely honest with me, at least I thought he was. If he were to ask me a week ago, then I would have said yes right off the bat, but I couldn't because of recent revelations.

"No?" He got up from his knees and walked to where I was standing.

"No, I can't marry you Randy." I whispered. The tears were streaking my face. It broke my heart to say no, I really do love him, it's just that the thought of Randy and another woman together broke my heart. If he was cheating now, then what would it be like if I did marry him?

"Why not?"

"Because you won't tell me who she is."

"I've already told you."

"You haven't, Randy. Like I said before, telling me she isn't a home wrecker isn't telling me who she is."

"You're right. I made a mistake proposing to you." He said, after taking a deep breath. "I should have waited longer, or until I was able to explain everything to you. It's just that I love you so much, that I couldn't wait. I want you in my life."

"Don't do this!" I exclaimed.

"Don't do what?" He raised his arms out and then allowed them to fall to his sides. "I'm telling you the truth, pouring out my feelings for you."

"Don't make me feel guilty!" I said, turning my head away from his. The heartbreaking look on his face made it hard for me to look at him. What hurt even more was the fact that I was the one who put it there.

"I'm not making you feel guilty!"

"Yes, you are! Just by you telling me your feelings and everything makes me feel even worse about saying no."

"You're not sure then?"

I walked away from him, leaving him alone with his thoughts. My thoughts were running wild, I wasn't sure about my answer. I wanted to scream out yes when he first asked, but sadly, my mind beat my heart in this fight. Once we got everything settled with this whole Lindsay situation, then maybe we can talk marriage.

"Answer me, Adrianna." He whirled me around to face him. "This isn't me asking you to go out to dinner or something, this is me asking you to marry me. We have to talk about this."

"No, Randy. There is going to be no talk of marriage until you tell me who she is!"

"Can you drop it already?"

"No!"

He angrily walked away from me and pounded his fists on the kitchen counter. From where I was standing, I could see that he was breathing hard. The veins in his neck were starting to pop out and his eyes burned with anger. His jaw was clenched, and he kept opening and closing his eyes.

"You're really starting to wear on my patience. The whole reason why I came all the way here was because I wanted to see you. I wanted fix this between us, and I had high hopes that we would. The longer this goes on, the more I see that this isn't going to happen." Randy said, trying his best to control his voice. "I love you and I want you in my life forever. Baby, it's only been five months, and I know it's fast, but I can't picture my life without you anymore. Every night last week I went to sleep wishing you were there, but you weren't. All I wanted was for you to be in my life."

Tears were starting to cloud my eyes. I backed away from where I was standing, shaking my head left and right. He meant so much to me and I couldn't even form words. I was trying to get myself to scream yes, but my vocal cords couldn't form the words.

"Now, with all of this going on, I see that it won't work. I'm too stubborn to tell you everything, and you're too stubborn to let it go."

"What are you saying?" I asked, not wanting to believe where this conversation was going. This whole time I had been thinking that he wanted to break up with me, but he didn't. He really did love me, he did care about me. Maybe he was telling me the truth, maybe he wasn't cheating. "Randy, please don't tell me it's what I think it is."

He looked away from me, his fists still placed on the kitchen counter. He still seemed angry. I could tell he was trying to control himself. We had been together for five months, and I knew that his way of hiding hurt was by showing his anger.

"You wanted it." He looked up, his voice losing whatever control he had before.

Randy snapped right before my very eyes. Before, I could blink, his hand pushed everything off the counter. Everything crashed to the ground, the noise was ear shattering. I stood in place, too afraid to move. I stood in place as he continued to rant and rave, more things were tossed around. I winced when I heard a fist hit the wall.

I kept my head down when he walked towards me. My entire body was shaking, fear gripped me inside and out. Common sense told me to leave, that I could be his next target, but I couldn't move. I knew Randy better than he thought, he wouldn't lay a hand on me. My rejection had hurt him and this was his way of dealing with it.

"This whole time you've been saying I want to break up with you, that I've planned this whole thing just so that I could leave you." Randy shouted. "You were damn wrong about everything, I would never do that. But the longer this goes on, the more I see that you're afraid. I don't know why you are, but you are. Never in my life would I ever hurt you psychically, mentally, or emotionally. I'm not the one afraid, believe it or not, I'm ready for everything, it's you who is afraid. Just like you want it-"

"Randy, don't do this." I pleaded. "I don't want this. I want-"

"What do you want?" He said harshly, looking down at me. "Please, just tell me what you want because I'm dying to know."

"I want you." I whispered, pushing myself to him.

"Call me when you're ready to talk." He pulled away from me. "Until then, we're done."

When I heard the door slam shut for the final time that day, I slid down to the floor. The kitchen tiles were cold, but I didn't care, nothing mattered to me. All that mattered to me was that Randy was gone. I was wrong about everything. Had I listened to him then none of this would be happening. We could be together, engaged, and happy. Instead, we were miserable and broken up.

Picking myself up off the floor, I stumbled towards my cell phone and dialed John's number. I continued to cry as the phone rang. When he answered the phone, he could barely understand what I was saying. He told me repeatedly to calm down, breath, and then try to talk.

"Okay, so what did you say happened?"

Taking a deep breath, I started telling him everything that had happened from the moment he got here until the moment he left. He listened silently as I recalled everything, my heart breaking even more with every word.

"Oh man, I'm sorry." John said in a low voice. "Look, just give it a few days and then try talking to him. You guys are crazy about each other, this isn't a break up, it's just a fight completely blown out of proportion by the both of you."

"You didn't see the look on his face, John. Randy and I are done."

"Okay, so you said no to his proposal. Big deal, it was either too soon, or you're still suspicious. Either way I don't blame you."

"Weren't you the one that told me I had nothing to worry about, that Lindsay was nobody important? Weren't you the one that told me everything would explain itself? Well, guess what John, nothing explained itself! Because of all this bullshit, I lost the one guy I ever loved! He's gone and all because of...well, I don't even know what!"

"Relax, Adrianna. You're getting yourself upset over nothing." He said ignoring me.

"Over nothing?" I shouted. "He broke up with me!"

John sighed as he tried to collect his thoughts. Everything was so silent that I could only hear us breathing.

"I know it's hard, but screaming about it isn't going to make things any better. Just wait a few days, and then talk to him."

"John," I said completely ignoring him, "I don't want to be alone anymore, can you please come?"

"I'll be there tomorrow."

"Thank you."

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The next day, John came over like he promised. Without even thinking, I pulled John to me and crushed my lips to his. Neither one of us could stop the other. A trail of clothes fell to the floor as he carried me off to the bedroom.

A/N: I'm evil, aren't I? This is where I leave you! Enjoy!