AN Thanks to all my readers:
Riza: You inspire me to write sequels building upon what I've written.
Sarah: I think of the Olympics as a very intense environment. Thats why I like it for them.
Dafeather: Thanks.
Kaitlin: Gah, you don't have to talk to me about marching band OR homework. I sympathize Nice to hear from you. You've gotta check out my 4th summer fic too.
Spyhorse: Thanks. I have a base plot for the first few chapters, but after that I don't know where its going.
"Ready?" Eric came into the room fully dressed n his finest. Slacks, a deep red shirt and jacket. He was also holding a single red long stem rose.
"Yeah," Bridget smiled at him.
He offered her his arm and handed her the rose.
They slid into a quaint restaurant. There was a corner booth for two in the back. It was very romantic. The color scheme was red, and the lighting low. They ate native Brazilian food right down to the desert. Then went on their way back to the hotel.
"We haven't danced yet," Bee mentioned.
"Trust me, we will."
They got back to the room. Eric opened the door for her. There were red rose petals blanketing the floor as well as eleven more red long stem roses on the bed.
Eric hit the romantic music.
"Oh my gosh!" Bee squealed.
"I told you we'd dance," Eric smiled. He took her in his arms and spun her around, "You'd better get those roses into water," he told her, teasing her with a quick kiss, "There is a vase in the bathroom."
Bridget did as she was told. She scooped up the flowers and put them in the vase. She heard a 'kathunk'. Bee picked the roses up and saw a small ring box. She laughed as she picked the soggy box out of the vase with two fingers, trying to stay as dry as possible.
"Hey Bee?" Eric called, "Can you comeer?" He was down on one knee. All of Bridget's suspicions had been affirmed, "That was supposed to fall out before the vase," he smiled.
She stood dumbstruck with the ring box still pinched between her right thumb and pointer finger.
Eric plucked it out of her hand and opened it, "Bridget. We've known each other for 9 years, almost to the date. When I first met you, you were a silly flirty girl. But you were sexy beyond your years, too sexy. I didn't know it would come this far. Heck, I never expected to see you again. Frankly, after that last day, there was part of me that wanted to, and another part that really didn't care. When I saw you that summer in Pennsylvania, you'd grown up. Thats when I was drawn to you in a real honest and meaningful way. Bee, you've changed my life. I want you to stay in my life forever. I probably sound like such a sap. Bridget Vreeland, will you marry me?"
"Holy Shit!" Bridget exclaimed before thinking.
Eric laughed nervously.
"Wow... just wow," she paused, "Eric," she smiled, "Yes."
"Yes?" he repeated.
"I will. I'd love to."
"You will?" he asked.
She nodded.
"YES!" he exclaimed. He hugged her and spun her around. The ring still in his hand. He finally remembered to put the ring on her finger. Just like in the movies, the ring fit perfectly.
"Oh its just so beautiful," Bee looked down at it and twirled in the light, "Thank you. I love it. I love you."
He kissed her a deep romantic kiss.
AN: Its gonna bea bit longer until my next update. I don't have the next chapter written yet.