Amanda smiled sarcastically, rolled her eyes, then continued to stare in window.
Drake jerked his head to the right, signaling Josh to step aside so they could talk privately, but Josh wasn't catching on, and was staring at him confused. "Drake is there something wrong with your neck?" he asked
"No, just get over here!" he said. Josh shrugged, and stepped toward the edge of the sidewalk.
"What is it?"
"Um…well, I…"
"What?"
"Want to ask Amanda to marry me,"
"That's great!"
"And I need you to help me."
"How?"
"I need suggestions,"
"OPRAH!"
"What?"
"Oprah, have Oprah propose to her!"
"NO!"
"Yes, it's perfect, Amanda watches Oprah, not to mention….if you meet her, she'll want to marry me!"
"Amanda?"
"No. Oprah!"
"Oh…well, whatever gets us married,"
"You have to call her though."
"Why….?"
"Because if I call and say, 'Hey, my brother wants you to ask his girlfriend to marry him on TV, by the way he's marrying Amanda Michalka,' You have to do it,"
"Why, again?"
"Because you can say, 'Please
ask my girlfriend to marry me on TV, my fiancée is Amanda
Michalka!'"
"O.K….."
"Just do it,"
"Do what?"
Josh sighed, then said, "Find Oprah! She will solve all problems."
Drake shook his head, and then pulled Amanda into Talbot's, and as she was buying the jacket, Drake ran to the back and used a pay phone, and called a friend, who knew Oprah's agent, and he arranged for him to meet with Oprah, for once, Josh had a good idea.
"Hey were did you go?" Amanda asked, holding her Talbot's bag close to her
"Um, I had to make a call."
"Oh,"
Amanda was without a doubt bothered by the fact Drake didn't tell her who he had called, but she wasn't going to blow up about it….yet.
A/N: Kind of short, and a bit of Oprah redundancy, but when she does get involved, it'll be cute, I promise, LOL Long chapter coming soon, but I want to update my POTF ff before I have 2 sign off..
Regards,
Britannia