Hello everyone! Third to last chapter is here! But that also means that another story will be posted right after! Hoorays! Now, on to serious business. My first semester of college is almost over, meaning I have three full weeks of no school work which translates into updates galore for you! How you all can handle it (I believe you can). A little side note, Robert is a little out of character here but it's warranted. :P and there is going to be one or two parts with text messages and it'll be written like script format, but that shouldn't take up more than a few lines.

Lastly, this chapter is going to switch point of view but I will tell you when so it won't get confusing.

Read on!


Lighting the last candle, Robert blow out the match and stepped back to look over at the table he had set. The best dishes were out, the best bottle of wine was sitting in a small bucket of ice, and the best damn pizza in whole damn city that cost an arm, a leg, and eye, and three internal organs was in the oven. He had been planning this day for weeks and everything was going perfectly. Of course for any of this to happen he had to get Detweiler out of the apartment and he had to get recruits; who better than his friends? It took a lot of persuading girl who runs with fists to help, and she still wouldn't do it. Only after telling her his intentions she agreed to not only take TJ very far away for the day but to get the others to help.

Combing the tangles out his hair he looked in his mirror and straightens his shirt. It wasn't much, but it would due. Opening his cell phone he sent Spinelli a text message telling her it was okay for him to come home. Looking around the apartment he saw that it was messy from having two males as residents. Robert spent the next hour cleaning up and looking out the window for TJ and his friends. Once he saw them walking down the sidewalk and into the building he threw out the last piece of thrash and checked his pocket for what was the most important item in his entire plan.

~*~TJ'S POV~*~

"Where are you guys dragging me now?" With one arm being pulled ahead of him, TJ walked to keep up and to prevent it from being torn from his body. Seven hours ago he was unexpectedly visited by his friends (which was in itself fine because they all hadn't been together for about year) who then preceded to pull him to his feet and lead (read: drag) him around town. It didn't help at all that Robert was pushing him out the door as much as his friends were pushing, but decided not to fight because it was six against one. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were up to something.

TJ tried to ask them what they were up to, and they only answered nothing and asked why they couldn't just spend a day together. Knowing that the conversation was going to go in circles if he continued to question them, he kept his mouth shut.

"There's this parade today," Spinelli said as she tugged for him to keep up. "And I want to see it."

"A parade? How old are we again?" TJ asked her. "Besides I never thought you were one for parades…"

"Well I am now!" She told him. "I wonder what's in this parade…."

"The tournament of roses is in town today," Said Gretchen. "It should be really nice." The six of them stopped at a crowd of people who were looking out into the street. They pushed their way through the crowd to get a clearer view of the floats making their way down the street. The six of them had no real interest in the parade, but in the attempt to distract TJ, the other five pretended that it was. He was still bored even in the presence of overly happy friends.

A ring came from Spinelli''s pocket and TJ watched as she pulled out her phone and begin to write a text message. The glare from the sun made it impossible for him to read what was on the screen.

"This is kinda boring," She mumbled. "Let's go back to your place."

"It's about time," TJ said. "What are guys up to? You show up out of nowhere and drag me around town for no apparent reason…." He trailed of as they left the parade and headed back down the street.

~*~Robert's POV~*~

The sound of the lock being turned brought Robert out of his daze and he stood up to greet the confused male being pushed inside by his friends who then closed the door behind him.

"How was your day today, love?" Robert asked a little too enthusiastically. TJ looked at him, not believing what was just said.

"…..It was fine, even though you pushed me out the door." Looking behind Robert he saw that the table was set and candles were lit. "What's all this for?"

"It for us," Robert said. "Come on sit down. I got dinner for us." As he walked into the kitchen Robert looked back and watched TJ sit at the table. Everything was going well, and if it continued to go the way he planned, today would be a very successful day. Pulling out the phone he saw that he had a message from Spinelli.

Girls Who Runs With Fists: What's going on n there?

Robert: I gotta work my way up 2 it. Gimme 20 minutes.

Girl Who Runs With Fists: We're all w8ing out here

Robert: Y

Girl Who Runs With Fists: u didn't think we would miss this did u?

"Everything okay in there?" TJ voice brought Robert back to the moment. Putting away his phone Robert took the pizza out of the oven and came back into to the table.

"Everything's perfect," Robert said, putting the pizza on the table. "Just perfect."

"Is this the dinner you had planned? A pizza?"

"Not just any pizza," Robert said as he took his seat. "The best damn pizza in the city. That really expensive one that we had that one time, remember?"

"How can I not?" TJ mumbled. "One slice cost me 30 dollars. It was kinda worth it though." For the next five minutes the two of them ate in silence. TJ was wonder what Robert had done this time. It was only when he had broken something of his or if he messed up the car in an unimaginable way that he would be this nice towards him. It had to have been really big this time to use his friends to get him out for the day to prepare. But at the moment he was not going to think about it; the pizza was too good and it took all of his attention to focus on how good it tasted.

"I wanna dance," Robert said standing up.

"Dance?" TJ asked with his mouth full of pizza. "Why? I'm trying to eat…"

"C'mon," He said, pulling TJ to his feet. "It'll be fun."

"There isn't even any music….."

"Just let me lead," Robert whispered. "We don't need music to dance." Wrapping his arms around the younger male, Robert led the way of a very unorganized waltz. Without music to set the rhythm foots were stepped on. After having his foot stepped on for the fifth time, TJ pulled back.

"What's all this about?" TJ asked him. "First you want me out of the house and now you're trying to dance with me."

"I can't dance with the person I love?"

"I can't tell after you pushed me out the door…."

"You know I love you," Robert said, pulling TJ back towards him. "Right?"

"I know," Said TJ. "You just have odd ways of showing it."

"I love you," Robert said, hugging him. "I really do. And I know I have the inability of no being able to show it in a good way, so the best way I can tell you that I do is to just say it. I love you, I want to keep loving you for the rest of my life and I hope you feel the same way because I want to ask you to marry me." Not believing what he heard, TJ stepped down and out of Roberts grasp.

"…W-what?"

"Marry me, monkey-boy." What happened next was the last thing Robert expected. He had expected an eruption of laugher, or being asked if this was a joke, even a slap across the face seemed more like than this. Two seconds of uninterrupted silence passed without and answer and Robert was about to ask if everything was okay but before he got the question out it was answered by TJ fainting. He was close enough for Robert to catch him before he hit the ground. "I didn't take you for a person that faints, Detweiler…" Carefully, he carried him over to the couch and laid him down. He then turned to the door and when he opened it five curious adults fell inside. "You can come in," Robert said dryly. "He passed out."

"What do you mean he passed out?" asked Vince as he and the other got to their feet.

"He passed out," Robert repeated pointing to the couch where he laid TJ. "Fainted just like those women do in the movies. I didn't expect that. Still, thanks for the help."

"No problem, King Bob," Spinelli told him. "It's about time you two got married."

"I don't even know if we're getting married yet. Won't know until he wakes up. How long do you think it'll be? Or is he like snow white and if you kiss him, he'll wake up? You know," Robert began as he stood over the unconscious body. "I worked really hard for this day. I took an unpaid day off of work, I spend a pay check on a ring, I spent an ungodly amount on that pizza, and you go and faint. FAINT ! Of all things, you faint! You just better wake up soon before I get mad….." Adding to the list of things Robert didn't expect was TJ beginning to open his eyes.

"…..what happened?" TJ asked, dazed.

"You fainted," Robert told him. "You fainted hard."

"Fainted? Why did I faint?"

"'Cause I asked you to marry me."

"Marry you?"

"Yep. I love you monkey-boy. Will you marry me?" Before giving the eager former king an answer, TJ looked at him, his friends standing behind him, and back at Robert again. This was all a set up, right from the beginning. He should've seen in coming; these things happen all the time in the movies. Finally he took a deep breath and gave Robert and answer.

"No."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?" Spinelli yelled. "We dragged you around town for seven HOURSso this son of a bitch gets ready, and you're answer is no? This is not up to you! The two of you are getting married and moving out so I can get a peaceful nights sleep! Do you know the last time I got a good nights sleep?" She continued to yell at them as she was being dragged into the back by the others, leaving the two men behind.

"N-no?" Robert asked, shocked at the answer. "Why not?"

"Because you're always the one in charge and making most of the decisions. I wanted to be in charge for once," TJ explained. "I was going to ask you to marry me." HE reached into his pocket and pulled out a small square box. "It's not fair…."

"Is that all? Does it really matter?" Robert asked him. "Either way we'll still get married."

"It matters to me!"

"Okay, then what if we both proposed to each other?" Robert suggested. "That way we both win? Please, I just want us to get married!" After moment of silence, TJ nodded. "Good! Now," Robert got down on one knee next to the couch were TJ still laid down. "TJ Detweiler, will you marry me?"

"Of course I will. I've been wondering if you were ever going to ask," said TJ. "Will you marry me, King Bob?" His answer was a tight hug from the former king. He hugged back, and the two of them only pulled apart at the sound of clapping coming from the hall.


RandallXSpinelli: I never understood why he was obsessed with bring the Prankster Prince again since he was the king. It confused me because HE'S THE KING and kings are higher up then princes. But you know, that's just king Bob for you. :P a little off topic, why do I feel like Cartman and TJ would make good friends all of a sudden?

Ah, does anyone have any ideas for Roberts last name? I'm pretty sure they don't say it in the series. I'm not saying I'm gonna make TJ take his last name, (I actually haven't decided that yet) I just need ideas. I wanna say McPhearson, but that's only because I just found out Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory last name was McPhearson and I really don't want to use that.
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