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(A/N) This chapter is kind of corny. But here is my idea of the ideal proposal. Also there is just a hint of mystery.
Chapter 2: Proposal
I awoke, as I always did, from the now familiar dream. I looked forward to going to sleep now. The mysterious man gave me comfort from the hardships of daily living. I felt a hand carress my cheek and I smiled. 'You're beautiful, you know that?' Brent whispered softly.
I chuckled, 'I'd look better after a shower and a coffee. The only problem is this bed is too comfy.' I replied. 'Well I can fix that!' he laughed and with that he swept me out of the bed and carried my down the hallway. 'Eek! Help me! This man is trying to kidnap me!' I screamed in mock panic. Chuckling quietly about some secret only he knew about he set me down and shut the door as he left.
~*~*~*~*
I stepped out of the steaming shower feeling much refreshed. I towel dried and put on a fuzzy housecoat. I opened the door and stared at the floor. A trail of rose pedals lead the way to the living room down the hall. I followed the trail silently, my heart racing as I thought of what this might mean. I got there finally and looked around in confusion. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Then I noticed the vase in the center of the room. In the vase was all the stems from the roses whose pedals adorned the floor. There was also one whole rose. I noticed a note beside the vase and read it.
Dear Alice:
This one rose is special, just like you. When the pedals of the other roses are taken away there is nothing left. It is that way with other women; take away the outside appearances and there is nothing left but an empty shell. Being with you I have realized that it is what is on the inside that counts. This rose is special on the inside as well. It is more than it appears.
Love you forever, Brent XXOXOXOXXXOX
I inspected the rose from where I stood; nothing appeared to be special about it. So I took it from the vase to get a closer look. It still didn't look special. But the stem felt hard. I flicked the pedals gently and there was a soft ping. The rose was made of glass!
A hand slipped around my waist. . The other hand came up and gently turned the rose in my fingers. Then he slowly pulled out a pedal to reveal the flower to be hollow. The inside was black velvet. In the center sat the most beautiful ring I had ever seen!
Brent took the rose from my hand. With one swift, fluid motion he came from behind me to kneel in front of me. He held the rose up and smiled. 'Alice, will you marry me?' he asked.
'Yes!' I squealed in pure ecstasy. He slipped the ring on my finger. Then as gracefully as he had knelt he stood up and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder. I saw a swish of blonde hair pass before my eyes. I shut them and blocked all uncertainty from my mind as Brent turned on Paul Brant's "I do". Our song.
(A/N) So what do you think? Is Brent not perfect. Hence the corny warning at the top. Well even if it is corny we all would want a man like that wouldn't we girls? (cheers from the crowd) Well for all you people put there looking for a guy like Brent I am selling him on eBay. Oh and all you girls who can't find him go on one of those Internet dating services and check: a Woman searching for Perfection. It really works! ^_^
(A/N) This chapter is kind of corny. But here is my idea of the ideal proposal. Also there is just a hint of mystery.
Chapter 2: Proposal
I awoke, as I always did, from the now familiar dream. I looked forward to going to sleep now. The mysterious man gave me comfort from the hardships of daily living. I felt a hand carress my cheek and I smiled. 'You're beautiful, you know that?' Brent whispered softly.
I chuckled, 'I'd look better after a shower and a coffee. The only problem is this bed is too comfy.' I replied. 'Well I can fix that!' he laughed and with that he swept me out of the bed and carried my down the hallway. 'Eek! Help me! This man is trying to kidnap me!' I screamed in mock panic. Chuckling quietly about some secret only he knew about he set me down and shut the door as he left.
~*~*~*~*
I stepped out of the steaming shower feeling much refreshed. I towel dried and put on a fuzzy housecoat. I opened the door and stared at the floor. A trail of rose pedals lead the way to the living room down the hall. I followed the trail silently, my heart racing as I thought of what this might mean. I got there finally and looked around in confusion. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Then I noticed the vase in the center of the room. In the vase was all the stems from the roses whose pedals adorned the floor. There was also one whole rose. I noticed a note beside the vase and read it.
Dear Alice:
This one rose is special, just like you. When the pedals of the other roses are taken away there is nothing left. It is that way with other women; take away the outside appearances and there is nothing left but an empty shell. Being with you I have realized that it is what is on the inside that counts. This rose is special on the inside as well. It is more than it appears.
Love you forever, Brent XXOXOXOXXXOX
I inspected the rose from where I stood; nothing appeared to be special about it. So I took it from the vase to get a closer look. It still didn't look special. But the stem felt hard. I flicked the pedals gently and there was a soft ping. The rose was made of glass!
A hand slipped around my waist. . The other hand came up and gently turned the rose in my fingers. Then he slowly pulled out a pedal to reveal the flower to be hollow. The inside was black velvet. In the center sat the most beautiful ring I had ever seen!
Brent took the rose from my hand. With one swift, fluid motion he came from behind me to kneel in front of me. He held the rose up and smiled. 'Alice, will you marry me?' he asked.
'Yes!' I squealed in pure ecstasy. He slipped the ring on my finger. Then as gracefully as he had knelt he stood up and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder. I saw a swish of blonde hair pass before my eyes. I shut them and blocked all uncertainty from my mind as Brent turned on Paul Brant's "I do". Our song.
(A/N) So what do you think? Is Brent not perfect. Hence the corny warning at the top. Well even if it is corny we all would want a man like that wouldn't we girls? (cheers from the crowd) Well for all you people put there looking for a guy like Brent I am selling him on eBay. Oh and all you girls who can't find him go on one of those Internet dating services and check: a Woman searching for Perfection. It really works! ^_^