Disclaimer: I own Brenda and the story of this plot.
Dean couldn't believe how fast the time had passed. It had almost been six months. Six months of romance, laughter, and a bit of snogging, just a bit. He was going to pick her up for a very special date. A date where his pocket bulged slightly with the bulk of a small, velvet, black box. He picked up Brenda, gave her a swift kiss, and they were off. He took her back to the very same restaurant they had gone to on their first date. When they arrived, Brenda's face fell, as there was a winding line from the podium all the way around the corner.
"Don't worry, we have reservations," Dean whispered.
"Oh, good, I didn't want to say anything but I got a little worried there," Brenda sighed.
Dean and she marched into the restaurant, along with many glares from the people standing in line. The waiter led them towards a secluded table towards the back of the restaurant with a full ocean view.
"Well, well, well, someone sure did put a lot of effort into this date, didn't they?" Brenda teased.
"Only the best for you," Dean smirked.
"Oh don't give me that, you know I hate all that mushy gushy lovey stuff," Brenda laughed.
They were interrupted by the waitress.
"Hi, my name is Diana and I'll be your waitress for today," she said. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Yes, I'll have a Corona please."
"Could I see some identification, sir?"
"Sure, here you go."
"And for you, miss?"
"I'll have iced tea, please," Brenda said thoughtfully.
"Okay, I'll be back in a moment with your drinks," Diana said cheerfully.
"You know," Brenda said quietly after Diana left. "I used to go to school with her and we were good friends, I'm surprised she didn't say anything."
"Maybe she didn't recognize you," Dean suggested.
"Yeah.maybe." Brenda said pensively. She seemed to be deep in thought and Dean allowed her 30 seconds before he cleared his throat loudly.
"Oh! Sorry, I do that sometimes," Brenda said loudly.
"I know, honey, I know you do," Dean said while he patted her arm.
"Oh hush," Brenda blushed.
The evening continued to pass pleasantly. Dean waited for the opportune moment to propose to her; he wanted it to be perfect. He had arranged it, and after Diana had taken their dessert orders, Dean claimed he had to use the bathroom. However, he stopped by the kitchen, and slipped the chef the ring. The chef would put the ring in her dessert, and the only danger would be that she would swallow it whole. He strode back to the table two minutes before the desserts came. Brenda immediately dug into her cheesecake, and on the third spoonful, Dean heard a crunch, and Brenda, with a pained expression, spit out her mouthful.
"Oh my goodness." she gasped as she saw the diamond glinting among the lumpy cheesecake.
"Brenda," Dean asked as he stooped on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
For one terrible moment, Dean was sure she would say no. her eyes were wide and she wore a slight frown. But she looked up at him, her eyes full of tears, and whispered, "Yes!"
Dean stood up and embraced Brenda; there was a happy balloon that had welled up inside him. When he arrived home that night, Seamus was waiting for him.
"So." he asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Seamus, I'm going to be married!" Dean exclaimed.
"Doesn't surprise me," Seamus muttered. "Barely a year out of school and you're already hitched. O goodness, I'm going to be alone here pretty soon, aren't I?"
"Yeah.Yeah I think you are."
*~Oh my goodness, how sweet. But you already knew that would happen, because it's in the summary. Oh well, there shall be an unexpected twist! What am I talking about? That's in the summary too! Haha, silly me.~*
Dean couldn't believe how fast the time had passed. It had almost been six months. Six months of romance, laughter, and a bit of snogging, just a bit. He was going to pick her up for a very special date. A date where his pocket bulged slightly with the bulk of a small, velvet, black box. He picked up Brenda, gave her a swift kiss, and they were off. He took her back to the very same restaurant they had gone to on their first date. When they arrived, Brenda's face fell, as there was a winding line from the podium all the way around the corner.
"Don't worry, we have reservations," Dean whispered.
"Oh, good, I didn't want to say anything but I got a little worried there," Brenda sighed.
Dean and she marched into the restaurant, along with many glares from the people standing in line. The waiter led them towards a secluded table towards the back of the restaurant with a full ocean view.
"Well, well, well, someone sure did put a lot of effort into this date, didn't they?" Brenda teased.
"Only the best for you," Dean smirked.
"Oh don't give me that, you know I hate all that mushy gushy lovey stuff," Brenda laughed.
They were interrupted by the waitress.
"Hi, my name is Diana and I'll be your waitress for today," she said. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Yes, I'll have a Corona please."
"Could I see some identification, sir?"
"Sure, here you go."
"And for you, miss?"
"I'll have iced tea, please," Brenda said thoughtfully.
"Okay, I'll be back in a moment with your drinks," Diana said cheerfully.
"You know," Brenda said quietly after Diana left. "I used to go to school with her and we were good friends, I'm surprised she didn't say anything."
"Maybe she didn't recognize you," Dean suggested.
"Yeah.maybe." Brenda said pensively. She seemed to be deep in thought and Dean allowed her 30 seconds before he cleared his throat loudly.
"Oh! Sorry, I do that sometimes," Brenda said loudly.
"I know, honey, I know you do," Dean said while he patted her arm.
"Oh hush," Brenda blushed.
The evening continued to pass pleasantly. Dean waited for the opportune moment to propose to her; he wanted it to be perfect. He had arranged it, and after Diana had taken their dessert orders, Dean claimed he had to use the bathroom. However, he stopped by the kitchen, and slipped the chef the ring. The chef would put the ring in her dessert, and the only danger would be that she would swallow it whole. He strode back to the table two minutes before the desserts came. Brenda immediately dug into her cheesecake, and on the third spoonful, Dean heard a crunch, and Brenda, with a pained expression, spit out her mouthful.
"Oh my goodness." she gasped as she saw the diamond glinting among the lumpy cheesecake.
"Brenda," Dean asked as he stooped on one knee. "Will you marry me?"
For one terrible moment, Dean was sure she would say no. her eyes were wide and she wore a slight frown. But she looked up at him, her eyes full of tears, and whispered, "Yes!"
Dean stood up and embraced Brenda; there was a happy balloon that had welled up inside him. When he arrived home that night, Seamus was waiting for him.
"So." he asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Seamus, I'm going to be married!" Dean exclaimed.
"Doesn't surprise me," Seamus muttered. "Barely a year out of school and you're already hitched. O goodness, I'm going to be alone here pretty soon, aren't I?"
"Yeah.Yeah I think you are."
*~Oh my goodness, how sweet. But you already knew that would happen, because it's in the summary. Oh well, there shall be an unexpected twist! What am I talking about? That's in the summary too! Haha, silly me.~*