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This chapter is going to be Mary's view on our favorite little singer's proposal. I'm thinking that the next chapter will be Joey's and the drama will start to happen then.

So, without further delay, here's the chapter. Now read!!! : D

O yea, almost forgot. I don't own Another Cinderella story, Joey, Mary, Tami, or Dustin. No need to rub it in my face : C

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Chapter 2: MPOV

I walked briskly through the lobby of the apartment building that I lived in with Joey. Reaching the elevator, I punched the up button a little too hard, still fuming about Tami blowing me off.

Since I left Domifreak's house with Joey, Tami went on her way to following her dream of becoming a designer. (AN: hahaha, we have to do this dumb essay in English about following our dreams and i just noticed that i put it in here when i was rereading it. Not that funny, but i thought i might share something 'bout my crazy life. sorry to disturb you, keep reading :D) She was even currently working at a fashion magazine in New York City to earn money, and designed 'Tami originals' for people nights and weekends. She was quickly moving onward, but she still managed to spend time with me, Dustin, and Joey.

Every Friday after my dance classes, Tami and I would always go to the mall to browse, shop, and catch up on the two years that we were apart. I smiled faintly, forgetting that I was mad at Tami for a moment, as I remembered last week's mall trip.

Begin flashback

"AHHHH!!!!! MARY SANTIAGO!!!!!"

I jumped a mile in the air when I heard my name. Everyone within a 100 foot radius jumped. Who wouldn't when your relaxation time at the mall's halfway decent coffee shop was suddenly interrupted by some crazed lunatic?

Said crazed lunatic came running over to me and enveloped me in a huge hug and started to jump up and down. It was a good thing that I had set my French Vanilla cappuccino down before she attacked me, otherwise I would have been burned and my new white top would be ruined.

"Tami! Calm down! People are starting to look at us funny." I had to practically shout in her ear in order for her to listen to me.

She let go of me, still bouncing slightly, "I'm sorry, but you should be used to that sort of stuff. With your boyfriend being Joey Parker and you on your way to becoming the greatest dancer in the Manhattan Dance Academy, I'm surprised that you weren't covered in groupies when I found you."

I rolled my eyes. "Tami, you really need to lay off the caffeine."

She took a deep breath and stopped bouncing, Ignoring what I said, she quickly went to the counter and ordered a half café, no fat latte with a sprig of mint. Seeing me give her a look, she just shrugged, "Hey, its half café, Mary. Cut me some slack, girl," she whined. I just rolled my eyes at her and took a deep sip of my coffee.

"Seriously, Mary. You could at least pretend to get excited to see your best friend. Let me correct that, best engaged friend!" She held up her left hand excitedly to show off a beautiful three diamond ring.

I squealed, "Oh my god, did Dustin propose?" I took her hand and examined my best friend's ring.

She rolled her eyes, "No, Joey did. He said that he was sick of you and decided that a famous designer like me would be better as his wife than a dancer. Of course Dustin proposed!"

I hugged her, "Wow, I'm so happy for you, Tams! Dustin's a great guy."

She got a far off dreamy look on her face, "Yeah, yeah he is…" I smiled and pulled her into another brief hug.

She smiled then asked slowly and somewhat cautiously, "So how's it going with Joey? Has he gotten the guts to give you a ring yet? I mean two years is a long time to be dating, and it's not like you two have any commitment problems."

I sighed, holding up my empty hand, "Nothing. But yesterday when he came home from his record label's office, he seemed a little nervous about something."

Tami choked on her coffee. When she recovered she said, "I'm sure he just had a lot on his mind, Mary. There shouldn't be anything to worry about."

End flashback.

Getting in the elevator, I shook my head and repeated what she said to myself, "There's nothing to be worried about, Mary. There's nothing at all to be worried about. He just is under a lot of pressure to write that new song he had promised his label, that all. If he had a problem with commitment then he would have talked about it with you already."

I stopped when I heard my phone go off, simply vibrating. I knew instantly that it was Tami, the only one that I set for vibrate. There really wasn't any ring tone that could describe her; loud, vibrant, energetic and totally Tami. I'd settle for vibrate.

"Yeah, Tami?" I answered quickly.

"Where are you?" she asked impatiently.

I gave a very unladylike snort. "I'm in the elevator up to my apartment. But that is beside the point. Where were you? Do you remember what we do on Fridays?"

I heard her laugh, and then she replied, "Don't worry. You won't be mad at me for very long." And with that she hung up on me.

Still fuming, I left the elevator and made my way to the penthouse door, where Joey and I lived happily.

I opened the door and was immediately met with a powerful smell of… food. At closer inspection, nothing smelled burned which was very surprising. Joey and cooking didn't go well together. Thanks to all my years experience with Domifreak, tweedle dumb, and tweedle dumber, I was the one that took that role when I moved in. Maybe he had brought it in from some restaurant. I dropped my bags on the floor and tossed my jacket over the back of the couch.

Moving into the kitchen area, I stopped in the doorway. Confused, I saw Joey finishing up lighting the candles on a romantic table setting. Slowly approaching him, I asked, "Joey, what is this?"

Obviously trying to be funny, he swiftly kissed me and said, "What, I can't make dinner for my beautiful girlfriend?"

What is going on in that head of his that makes him think that he can cook? I thought to my self. "No you can't. You can't even make a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You are a horrible cook which is why we decided to let me do it all."

I saw his smile leave his face. "God," he said, "You'll never let me live that down will you?"

"Honey, you used two sponges as the bread. What do you think?" I smiled innocently at him, "That gave me enough reason to stop you. And the soup that you scalded yourself with and the cookies you burned so badly that they turned into hockey pucks, and…"

"Okay, okay. I get it. I'll never cook for you again. Tami did help me with dinner so it's edible." He held out my chair for me while I sat down, trying to be nice.

"Tami? So that's where she was. I've been trying to reach her all day but she didn't answer any of my calls," I mused, while he headed back to get something in the kitchen.

I looked at the table. Was there something to celebrate? Was this what Tami was talking about? That she stopped Joey from accidentally poisoning me? What the hell am I missing?!

I heard Joey talking to himself in the kitchen. "Joey?" I called out. Slowly getting up, I went over to see what it was that he was doing. Reaching the doorway, I saw him nervously stuffing something into his inside jacket pocket.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What's going on Joey?" He smiled innocently.

Avoiding the question, he turned and grabbed a plate of eggplant lasagna and walked around me to the dining room. He was about to go back into the kitchen, but I stopped him.

Eyes narrowed, I put my hands on my hips and stared him down. "Joseph Anthony Parker. What is it that you are doing? You made my favorite food, you have this table set as if there is something to celebrate, and well the most surprising thing is that you cooked!" Suddenly, something clicked into place and my eyes widened. Joey's face was starting to show signs of worry, "Did Domifreak die!"

He chuckled looking a little relieved, "Not that I'm aware of. But that would be cause for celebration."

I crossed my arms and sat back down in my seat. "I'll figure it out soon enough." I heard him mutter something to himself and gave him another curious glance before taking a small helping of food.

An hour later when we were done, he led me over to the couch. I sat down with a sigh. Leaning into his chest, I stared at our hands lovingly entwined. Feeling Joey's eyes staring intently at me, I turned my head so I was lost in his electric blue eyes. I heard him suck in a deep breath.

"Mary Alice Santiago." I took a quick intake of breath. He never called me by my full name. Until now, I wasn't even sure that he knew my middle name at all. This had to be really big. "I have been in love with you for so very long. It's really hard to imagine that it's only been two years since we met, when Dustin sang that 'Baby got Bacne' song and pushed me into you. And Natalia just had to come over and ruin it." I laughed at that, remembering how strange it was to feel slightly hurt when she kissed him. I had had no attachments to him then, but there still was that bond we somehow had, "And when we recorded 'New Classic' together, I knew that I wanted you in my life forever." He looked deep into my eyes and slowly got up off the couch. Oh God, he isn't?

"And now, I plan on doing just that" Without breaking eye contact, he slid to the floor and bent on one knee. A few tears slowly slid down my face. This was really happening. My hand moved up to my mouth in surprise. Maybe he is…

I saw him take deep breath and then pulled out the navy blue velvet box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. I think that I stopped breathing right then and there. "I was planning on doing this after you graduated from the Dance Academy, but I just couldn't wait for another year. My beautiful, talented, Mary, will you please marry me?" Yes! Yes! Open your mouth, Mary, you moron.

More tears fell down my face. I forced myself to breathe again. "Joey," my voice cracked a little on the way out, "Oh my god, Joey! Yes!" I threw myself at him and started to kiss him, knowing that I was the luckiest woman in the world. The once maid for the most evil of all human beings was turned into the happy, now fiancé to the Joey Parker that I am now.

My life was so much like a movie. Especially since two years ago. I guess every girl gets her Happily Ever After, after all.

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