"Well, how do you like the place?"
"It's great, thank you for bringing me here, I love it."
"I'm glad, only the best for you." Ok...almost time...
"Well, are you enjoying yourself?"
"Of course, you're here." I had to say what I feel...
"Aww, that's so sweet! I wouldn't rather be anywhere else right now. What could be better?"
Ok, it time... "Abby, there's something I need to tell you..."
"Carter..."
"Shh, just listen...I love you, you know that. I want you and I even need you. I love you more than life itself. You are why I live and breathe, and I'm ready to shout it from the rooftops. I want everyone to know..." Ok, you can do this... "Everyone, excuse me, I need to make an announcement. May I have you attention please?"
"Carter, what are you doing? Get down from there..."
"Just sit there. Everyone, thank you. I want you to know that I LOVE THIS WOMAN! I LOVE ABIGAIL LOCKHART! I LOVE HER WITH MY WHOLE HEART!" Ok, now turn to Abby... "And with that, I need to know, Abigail Lockhart, will you marry me?" Ok, I know she's surprised but I wish she would stop staring at the ring and say something, and now everyone's still staring at us, like I planned...
"Yes, John Carter, I will marry you!"
And this time she pulled me into the kiss. Suddenly everyone clapping and cheering were no more, and the only people there were me and Abby, until the kiss broke of course. Then the noise began to sink back in.
"Hello, I saw what just happened and I wanted to congratulate you. Hold on to this kids, true love like this is hard to find nowadays."
"We will ma'am, thank you." Well, that wasn't planned, though it was oddly reassuring. She reminds me of my grandma a bit... I wonder what's going through Abby's head right now. I swear, women can be so hard to read sometimes, especially Abby.
"Carter, I mean John, can we go to my place now? I'd really like to be alone with you."
"Sure Abby, whatever you want. Check please."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to ruin your meal, we can stay if you want..."
"I could die right now a happy man. We're leaving as soon as I pay."
"Don't joke about dying, especially now."
"Ok, I won't."
"Your check, sir."
"Thank you, keep the change."
"No, thank you sir!"
"How much did you give him, John!?"
"About...$50."
"Wow."
"So we're going to your place?"
"I guess."
"Ok."
"John, you know, you really surprised me with that."
"I did? I thought you'd figure it out before I said it."
"I honestly didn't know what you were doing. I love you so much. I can't believe we're engaged!"
"I've wanted to do that for a long time you know."
"Really? I couldn't tell. Everything has happened so fast."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No! Not for me at least."
"Not bad for me. I love it. I love you."
"Oh, and when you said 'shout it from the rooftops', you didn't mean literally again, did you?"
Oh, she HAD to bring that up. "No, I didn't mean literally. You still remember that?"
"How could I forget?"
"I wasn't planning on that, you know. I was telling you. It's not my fault the helicopter came."
"Yeah, but technically, we were on the roof, you were shouting, and you said that you loved me and you wanted to marry me."
"Love you."
"What?'
"You said 'loved' you. I love you, not past tense. I do and I always will."
"I know. And I love you."
"...So, you thinking about a date?"
"Huh? Oh, I don't know."
"Come on, you can't tell me you haven't planned your wedding since the day you turned nine."
"No...since I was eight."
I knew she'd say something like that. "Oh, I was close."
"Pretty."
"You never answered my question, do you want a long engagement, or a short one?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"You said you've been planning since you were eight."
"So, it's only been over 20 years."
"Oh, you're right, 20 years in no where near enough. Seriously, are you going to answer my question or not?"
"What do you want?"
Did she HAVE to ask that? What does she want me to say... "I don't know, not that long. I've been waiting for this for a while."
"So have I. How about we get married as soon as everything's ready? That way it's not too short, but not too long either."
"I love the way you think."
"Let's get started when we get home."
"Ok, who are we going to tell first?"
"I don't know, I guess Maggie and your parents. Then we can tell everyone at work tomorrow. What time do you work?"
"I gotta go in tomorrow at six."
"In the morning?"
"No, at night. I have to work all night."
"Oh, I have to go in at two tomorrow."
"In the morning?"
No, in the afternoon."
"Oh, Ok. I'll come in with you to tell everyone. I want to tell everyone together. Ok with you?"
"Yeah, I want you to tell everyone with me. And then you can talk to all the guys while I brag and show off my ring!"
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it."
"So...where are we going?"
"What do you mean?"
"We're going home, who's home?"
"Oh, umm...I guess your place. Why do you ask me everything?"
"Huh?"
"You always ask me, you never decide on your own."
"Don't you want to include you in decisions?"
"Yeah, but not in EVERYTHING, you can at least give an opinion."
"Ok...I just want to make you happy..."
"You just want to make me happy?"
Did I say that out loud!? "Umm...well, yeah."
"Oh Carter, John, you've already made me so happy. Boy, that's going to take some getting used to."
"What?"
"Calling you John."
"Oh."
"Because, I can't just call you Carter. Soon I'm going to be Carter too."
"Yeah, but at work, you'll still have to respond to 'Abby'."
"Yeah, I know."
"Ok, we're here." This is going to be a great night; long, but great...
"It's great, thank you for bringing me here, I love it."
"I'm glad, only the best for you." Ok...almost time...
"Well, are you enjoying yourself?"
"Of course, you're here." I had to say what I feel...
"Aww, that's so sweet! I wouldn't rather be anywhere else right now. What could be better?"
Ok, it time... "Abby, there's something I need to tell you..."
"Carter..."
"Shh, just listen...I love you, you know that. I want you and I even need you. I love you more than life itself. You are why I live and breathe, and I'm ready to shout it from the rooftops. I want everyone to know..." Ok, you can do this... "Everyone, excuse me, I need to make an announcement. May I have you attention please?"
"Carter, what are you doing? Get down from there..."
"Just sit there. Everyone, thank you. I want you to know that I LOVE THIS WOMAN! I LOVE ABIGAIL LOCKHART! I LOVE HER WITH MY WHOLE HEART!" Ok, now turn to Abby... "And with that, I need to know, Abigail Lockhart, will you marry me?" Ok, I know she's surprised but I wish she would stop staring at the ring and say something, and now everyone's still staring at us, like I planned...
"Yes, John Carter, I will marry you!"
And this time she pulled me into the kiss. Suddenly everyone clapping and cheering were no more, and the only people there were me and Abby, until the kiss broke of course. Then the noise began to sink back in.
"Hello, I saw what just happened and I wanted to congratulate you. Hold on to this kids, true love like this is hard to find nowadays."
"We will ma'am, thank you." Well, that wasn't planned, though it was oddly reassuring. She reminds me of my grandma a bit... I wonder what's going through Abby's head right now. I swear, women can be so hard to read sometimes, especially Abby.
"Carter, I mean John, can we go to my place now? I'd really like to be alone with you."
"Sure Abby, whatever you want. Check please."
"I'm sorry, I don't want to ruin your meal, we can stay if you want..."
"I could die right now a happy man. We're leaving as soon as I pay."
"Don't joke about dying, especially now."
"Ok, I won't."
"Your check, sir."
"Thank you, keep the change."
"No, thank you sir!"
"How much did you give him, John!?"
"About...$50."
"Wow."
"So we're going to your place?"
"I guess."
"Ok."
"John, you know, you really surprised me with that."
"I did? I thought you'd figure it out before I said it."
"I honestly didn't know what you were doing. I love you so much. I can't believe we're engaged!"
"I've wanted to do that for a long time you know."
"Really? I couldn't tell. Everything has happened so fast."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No! Not for me at least."
"Not bad for me. I love it. I love you."
"Oh, and when you said 'shout it from the rooftops', you didn't mean literally again, did you?"
Oh, she HAD to bring that up. "No, I didn't mean literally. You still remember that?"
"How could I forget?"
"I wasn't planning on that, you know. I was telling you. It's not my fault the helicopter came."
"Yeah, but technically, we were on the roof, you were shouting, and you said that you loved me and you wanted to marry me."
"Love you."
"What?'
"You said 'loved' you. I love you, not past tense. I do and I always will."
"I know. And I love you."
"...So, you thinking about a date?"
"Huh? Oh, I don't know."
"Come on, you can't tell me you haven't planned your wedding since the day you turned nine."
"No...since I was eight."
I knew she'd say something like that. "Oh, I was close."
"Pretty."
"You never answered my question, do you want a long engagement, or a short one?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"You said you've been planning since you were eight."
"So, it's only been over 20 years."
"Oh, you're right, 20 years in no where near enough. Seriously, are you going to answer my question or not?"
"What do you want?"
Did she HAVE to ask that? What does she want me to say... "I don't know, not that long. I've been waiting for this for a while."
"So have I. How about we get married as soon as everything's ready? That way it's not too short, but not too long either."
"I love the way you think."
"Let's get started when we get home."
"Ok, who are we going to tell first?"
"I don't know, I guess Maggie and your parents. Then we can tell everyone at work tomorrow. What time do you work?"
"I gotta go in tomorrow at six."
"In the morning?"
"No, at night. I have to work all night."
"Oh, I have to go in at two tomorrow."
"In the morning?"
No, in the afternoon."
"Oh, Ok. I'll come in with you to tell everyone. I want to tell everyone together. Ok with you?"
"Yeah, I want you to tell everyone with me. And then you can talk to all the guys while I brag and show off my ring!"
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it."
"So...where are we going?"
"What do you mean?"
"We're going home, who's home?"
"Oh, umm...I guess your place. Why do you ask me everything?"
"Huh?"
"You always ask me, you never decide on your own."
"Don't you want to include you in decisions?"
"Yeah, but not in EVERYTHING, you can at least give an opinion."
"Ok...I just want to make you happy..."
"You just want to make me happy?"
Did I say that out loud!? "Umm...well, yeah."
"Oh Carter, John, you've already made me so happy. Boy, that's going to take some getting used to."
"What?"
"Calling you John."
"Oh."
"Because, I can't just call you Carter. Soon I'm going to be Carter too."
"Yeah, but at work, you'll still have to respond to 'Abby'."
"Yeah, I know."
"Ok, we're here." This is going to be a great night; long, but great...