*More Faxyness for you guys. I don't think this would EVER happen but it's my story and I get to do what I want! A girl can dream, right? Max and Fang and any other bird kids are all JP! I don't own jack!*
I knew there was a ring. Yes dear readers, I am fourteen, maybe fifteen with an engagement ring. I don't wear it yet. I actually don't even like to acknowledge its existence but Fang and I both knew it's what we would want one day and we currently have the bank account to buy it. We may not have the money when we need it, so I have a ring. But he said them, plural, indicating more than one ring. I inspected him quickly to see if there were any hints. Then it hit me, not literally thankfully. It was on his hand. I inhaled deeply. "What's on your hand?" I asked. I was telling myself not to freak out, repeating the instruction multiple times in my head. "This one's mine." He answered. Guy's didn't get engagement rings which meant this was…a wedding ring?! I couldn't pass out. I would be naked. I was mildly hyperventilating, but still able to speak. "I didn't know you bought those already." I mumbled. "I was trying mine on. To make sure it fit." He said pulling the band off of his finger, noticing my discomfort. I couldn't help my sick curiosity. My mind and my mouth were on totally different pages. "Can I see it?" I asked, both excited and panicking all at the same time. His face seemed surprised, or at least as surprised as Fang can seem. He handed it to me. "It's pretty. White gold?" I asked. "Titanium. Arguably the strongest metal on Earth." He replied. "There was a black one but I thought we should match." He took the ring from me, opening the drawer. Inside was the small shopping bag that contained our rings. I noticed three boxes. My mouth was open slightly. "Two for you, one for me." He explained. An engagement ring and two wedding rings, I remembered. "Mine match?" I clarified. He carefully pulled out one of the boxes slowly to see if I was going to have a panic attack, which was very likely. He knew I couldn't fly away anywhere since all I was wearing was a towel. He opened the box. Inside was a beautiful round solitaire engagement ring. It looked like something from a movie, not something that belonged on a fourteen year old bird girl's hand. "Wow." I found myself muttering in spite of myself. He had a satisfied smirk on his face. Angel had told me how nervous he was about this. He pulled out the other box with the wedding ring. It was a smaller band that matched his perfectly. "Do you…want to try them on?" He asked hesitantly. He was almost grimacing, expecting a minor freak out. I didn't really want to. I was scared as Hell. "I guess I should make sure they fit…" I answered despite myself. His smile grew, and I swear more daylight broke into our room. "This one first. Then this one goes on top of it." He mumbled, grabbing the wedding ring first. He took my hand and slipped it onto my finger. I suppressed a gasp. I had a ring on my finger…from Fang. I could practically hear Nudge squealing in my ear. If she knew about this she wouldn't shut up for three days straight. Nudge wasn't here though, and luckily she didn't know about this. I looked at my hand. The ring fit perfectly. I felt him push the engagement ring on after it. It was the same thing, a perfect fit. "How did you know what size to get?" I had been with him when he bought these, but I was waiting outside the store, unaware of what he was doing. He shrugged, refusing to give away his sources. "What do you think?" He asked. To most people his voice would have seemed calm and emotionless. I know better. Angel was right, he was nervous. I looked down and couldn't believe what I was seeing. "I'm going to get dressed." I answered, heading for the bathroom, though I didn't take them off of my finger.
