Trini leaned against the railing of the cruise ship and watched the water stream by, dyed red by the setting sun. "Trini?" Jason said.
Trini turned and smiled, Jason was dressed in a red shirt and black shorts. "Hey you," she said, "I didn't know we were getting dressed up already."
Jason flushed, "Ah, well, I had to run to the room anyway."
"Is something wrong?" Trini asked, stepping forward, her hand reached for him.
"No," Jason said, vehemently, "nothing's wrong." He bit his lip and took her hand. "Trini, I've dated a few girls in my time; some of them for the right reasons, and some of them for the wrong. Most of them, you've met." He kissed the back of her hand gently, "None of them held a candle to you. It took me a long time to figure that out," he squeezed her hand gently, "and I know, that no one will ever compare to you. Trini, you've kept me sane since we were children, we've fought together, and we know each other's darkest secrets and most embarrassing stories. You're my best friend, and you're closer to me than Tommy, Zack, Billy, Kim, or anybody." He knelt, "So I'm hoping that you will do me the honor of being my wife." From his pocket, Jason drew out a beautiful diamond ring.
Trini smiled, her free hand lifting to brush away her tears, "Yes," she said, "I will." She knelt as Jason slipped the ring on her finger and threw her arms around her fiancé, "I will," she whispered.