A/N: the little star line separates Cassie's POV from 3rd person. This applies to the rest of the fic and is generally used when referring to Rachel (you'll understand when you get to the end.
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and....
I opened it. Good. IT was still there.
I walked into the other room, where Jake was sitting. Just sitting. I sat down next to him.
"Remember, a couple of years ago, during the war, in the anaconda habitat at the then-decimated Gardens?" I asked, foreshadowing the conversation that was about to come. "Remember what you asked?" he nodded. "And what I told you in response?" he nodded again. I could tell he was curious. "Well, it's been a year. More than that. So what I'm trying to say, trying to ask is..." I paused, uncertain if my surprise was going to be recieved well. I looked into Jake's eyes and said with conviction, "Jake, will you marry me?"
He looked shell-shocked. Absolutely flabbergasted.
"Yes, Cassie. I will marry you." He said with the same conviction as I had asked, the same absolute certainty that this was what he wanted.
"Although, you did beat me to asking," he said playfully, with a smile on his face, reached into his pocket, pulled out a small black velvet box, and opened it. Inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It was gold, with one small diamond on it. Plain and simple, yet beautiful and elegant in its own right.
Tears rolled down my face and his. Tears of happiness.
"BUT I have one condition." I said. Jake was depressed, and he wouldn't do something about it unless I made him. So I was going to make him do something about it. Or else he couldn't marry me. Plain and simple manipulation. I didn't like it, but it was for his own good.
"What?" he asked, curious.
"You have to get professional help for your depression. I'm no Dr. Freud, but you are clearly depressed. Like, clinically depressed. And that's perfectly okay. But you need help, or you'll be sad your whole life." I said in a very take-charge tone of voice.
"But...I'm perfectly okay," he said.
"Listen, Jake. You. Are. Depressed. You. Need. Help. Not to be rude, but I have no time, *no time*, *NO TIME*, for any crap. I have a life to live. I have some teenage years to make up, because I missed them. I want to spend time on dates with you, not crying with you or trying to cheer you up. It is perfectly normal to be upset, but you are depressed. I have done this little shpiel exactly once before. Everyone was sick and Tobias was giving me crap about being in a cage in my barn. So you are going to listen and do what I say, or this whole thing is off." I said with absolute confidence and certainty.
"Okay. Rachel would approve." Jake said.
We leaned in and kissed each other....
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And Rachel, wherever she was, smiled to herself and said, "Yes. I definitely approve. Now, let's do it!" She chuckled and focused on something else....
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A/N: Sorry it was so short, but it accomplished what it needed to accomplish. If you're overloaded on sap and need something funny and not serious to read, I strongly recommend the highly hilarious "Animorphs invades Whose Line is it Anyway" If you always dreamed of seeing Drew Carrey become a wombat, READ THIS FIC! Read it anyway. Enough endorsing other fics just R&R please. Sorry if this isn't good (of course it is,it's sappy, but...) but it only took me like half an hour, not even, so wait for the next chapter, which might actually be funny, somewhat.
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and....
I opened it. Good. IT was still there.
I walked into the other room, where Jake was sitting. Just sitting. I sat down next to him.
"Remember, a couple of years ago, during the war, in the anaconda habitat at the then-decimated Gardens?" I asked, foreshadowing the conversation that was about to come. "Remember what you asked?" he nodded. "And what I told you in response?" he nodded again. I could tell he was curious. "Well, it's been a year. More than that. So what I'm trying to say, trying to ask is..." I paused, uncertain if my surprise was going to be recieved well. I looked into Jake's eyes and said with conviction, "Jake, will you marry me?"
He looked shell-shocked. Absolutely flabbergasted.
"Yes, Cassie. I will marry you." He said with the same conviction as I had asked, the same absolute certainty that this was what he wanted.
"Although, you did beat me to asking," he said playfully, with a smile on his face, reached into his pocket, pulled out a small black velvet box, and opened it. Inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. It was gold, with one small diamond on it. Plain and simple, yet beautiful and elegant in its own right.
Tears rolled down my face and his. Tears of happiness.
"BUT I have one condition." I said. Jake was depressed, and he wouldn't do something about it unless I made him. So I was going to make him do something about it. Or else he couldn't marry me. Plain and simple manipulation. I didn't like it, but it was for his own good.
"What?" he asked, curious.
"You have to get professional help for your depression. I'm no Dr. Freud, but you are clearly depressed. Like, clinically depressed. And that's perfectly okay. But you need help, or you'll be sad your whole life." I said in a very take-charge tone of voice.
"But...I'm perfectly okay," he said.
"Listen, Jake. You. Are. Depressed. You. Need. Help. Not to be rude, but I have no time, *no time*, *NO TIME*, for any crap. I have a life to live. I have some teenage years to make up, because I missed them. I want to spend time on dates with you, not crying with you or trying to cheer you up. It is perfectly normal to be upset, but you are depressed. I have done this little shpiel exactly once before. Everyone was sick and Tobias was giving me crap about being in a cage in my barn. So you are going to listen and do what I say, or this whole thing is off." I said with absolute confidence and certainty.
"Okay. Rachel would approve." Jake said.
We leaned in and kissed each other....
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And Rachel, wherever she was, smiled to herself and said, "Yes. I definitely approve. Now, let's do it!" She chuckled and focused on something else....
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A/N: Sorry it was so short, but it accomplished what it needed to accomplish. If you're overloaded on sap and need something funny and not serious to read, I strongly recommend the highly hilarious "Animorphs invades Whose Line is it Anyway" If you always dreamed of seeing Drew Carrey become a wombat, READ THIS FIC! Read it anyway. Enough endorsing other fics just R&R please. Sorry if this isn't good (of course it is,it's sappy, but...) but it only took me like half an hour, not even, so wait for the next chapter, which might actually be funny, somewhat.
