Chapter 9: Jimmy
"Um..Sarah?...Would y-you mar-marry me? No. Too forward. Ahem. Sarah. We've known each other since childhood and have been dating since high school. I think...Dammit."
"Practicing pick-up lines on the mirror? I thought you already had a girlfriend."
Jimmy nearly jumped out of his skin as his roommate Randy entered the room.
"For God's sake Randell! I told you not to do that!" Jimmy barked.
"Sorry. I just couldn't help myself." Randy defended. "Just what the hell were you doing anyway Jim?
"Not that it's any of your business." Jimmy scoffed. "But I was working on the best way to propose to Sarah."
"Dude." Randy moaned as he picked up a football out from under the adjacent bed. "Just man up and tell her already."
"It's not that easy. This is a very serious matter. What if she says no?"
"Aye. You worry too much about that lovey-dovey shit. Think fast!"
Without warning, Randy threw the ball as hard as he could into Jimmy's abdomen. The force knocked Jimmy off his feet and he fell to the ground as Randy ran off laughing.
"Not funny Randell!" Jimmy cried out as he feebly picked himself up and dusted himself off.
Jimmy wasn't exactly the manly man he envisioned himself to become as a child but he had definitely gotten tougher over the years, able to shrug off injures that would have landed him in the hospital years ago. He had Sarah to think for that, protecting him from would-be bullies in high school as well as giving him someone to talk to. It's no wonder he fell in love with her halfway through their sophomore year. Their relationship even saw them attend the same collage although they lived in separate dorms.
As Jimmy looked around the room for messes to clean, which was usually the case with Randy, he noticed a envelope on his desk, most likely placed there by his rowdy roommate.
"Typical Randell." Jimmy sighed. "Always puts his sports and pranks before anything else."
Jimmy picked up the envelope and braced himself, knowing it could be another prank. When no glitter or ink exploded out of it, he took the letter out of it and read it.
'By George!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Who could have written this letter?" Suddenly, an idea came to Jimmy.
"Of course! Where better to propose to Sarah than our own hometown! I'll invite her to come with me and then pop my question!"
In his excitement, he nearly rushed out the door before suddenly remembering something.
"Oh! Almost forgot!" He quickly dug through his desk and pulled out a little green box.
"How could I forget you."
With the box in hand, Jimmy set off to find Sarah.