A/N: Praise always to my lovely Beta, ThirteenXSeventtenXNineteen. She is not only taking on one of my crazy projects but two (which will be up in august!) Maybe you wonderful readers could get me to 50 reviews? Pretty pretty please? With a shirtless Ezra on top?

Chapter 5

I looked up at Ezra and I could tell he saw the panic in my eyes, which, in turn, made him panic.

"Babe, please tell me what you're thinking," he said softly.

"My parents," was all I told him.

"Your parents what?" he inquired.

"We're going to have to tell my parents." And suddenly, we were on the same page.

"Oh," Ezra sighed. I nodded. There was always a catch.

"And I don't suppose you asked my dad first," I stated. He looked at me sheepishly and nodded no.

"Ez, this is supposed to be a happy time," I said, defeated.

"But how can it be happy when your parents are going to be mad?" He was outraged. I could tell.

"Babe, listen to me," I said. He looked up at me. I took a hold of his hand that was sitting on his lap and gave it a squeeze. "I love you. No matter what they say, we will be okay. And I will love you no matter what they say. I've already said yes."

That made him smile momentarily. The boyish smile that made me fall in love with him slowly faded and he looked at me.

"I think we should just tell them when they get home," Ezra said. I sighed knowing he was right and also knowing that he knew that we were having a family dinner when they got home.

"What if word gets out though? What if people saw you propose and they call my parents? I mean, I don't want to tell them over the phone, but it might be best," I said. I hated little towns - people always talked.

"I have a sinking feeling you're right," Ezra sighed and looked over at me.

"On the bright side, we have the whole day to ourselves. We can play hubby and wife," I said in my sexiest voice, which came off sounding completely cliché, which made Ezra smile and kiss me softly and quickly on the lips. When he pulled away I smiled and stood up and headed back to his car.

We spent the whole day together, eventually migrating to my room and looking through my box of stuff from when I was younger. There was pictures, my baby blanket, an old pair of overalls, and home videos strewn across the room. Ezra was holding a picture of me in my mom's wedding dress, which was huge on me, and holding some fake flowers. He was smiling, probably thinking about me in my own wedding dress. He had been talking about our wedding a lot, and it made me happy that he was excited to marry me.

The scary and embarrassing part of it all was that he had seen me (at least the baby me) butt naked, he had seen my gap tooth in the second grade, and my horrible haircut when I was 10. And I was still blushing from it all. He smiled and commented on it all. I liked that he was so engrossed in all of it and that we could just sit back and relax.

It was nice to spend time with Ezra on memory lane. At least until we came to the more recent pictures, mostly of me in Iceland. There was one in particular of me kissing one of my flings. Ezra raised an eyebrow at the picture and I blushed. Our tongues were pretty much shoved down each other's throats.

"Care to explain?" Ezra asked me, smiling.

"It was a fling that I had. His name was Daniel and… yeah," I finished lamely. There was nothing to be ashamed of, I reminded myself. At the time, I didn't even know that Ezra existed.

"Okay, I was just wondering," was all he said, setting the picture aside.

I slid off of my bed and slowly walked over to Ezra who opened his arms to me. I sat down on his lap and looked into his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips softly.

"I told my mom we would call at 6. It's 5:30 now." He nodded and detached my hands from around his neck.

"Well, then, maybe we should pick all this stuff up and get the Skype set up." I slid off of his lap and began folding up the overalls, blankets, and other momentos into the box.

I made my way into the kitchen where Ezra was getting my laptop set up to Skype my parents. Obviously, they were already started.

"Hi Aria, honey," my mom said when I came into the picture. I smiled at her as I slid into the adjoining seat next to Ezra.

"Hi, Mom and Dad. I guess we'll just get to it then," I started, glancing at Ezra.

"What done, Aria?" my dad questioned suspiciously, his brow furrowing.

"Well, we wanted to tell you before word got out," Ezra said, still avoiding the subject.

"What we wanted to tell you was that Ezra asked for my hand in marriage," I paused to swallow and Ezra picked up where I left off.

"And she said yes."

I could clearly see the shock on my parents' face. I was half glad that they weren't actually here. It probably would have been worse. My mother was the first to speak.

"Well, you two are adults who can make your own decisions. But, I mean, you two have only been dating for two months." There was the flaw in our plan. They only thought we had been dating since right before graduation in May.

"Mrs. Montgomery, I know it may seem like we've only known each other since May, but, you have to remember, we have been friends for a long time now, and, so, we already know so much about each other." I squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for the brilliant and on the spot thinking.

"I see your point." My mom retorted. My dad was sitting there, silent.

"Dad? Are you okay?" I asked.

"I don't know Aria. I guess I just can't deal with the fact that you're fresh out of high school and you're already getting married. I know you're mature and all, but don't you want to live a little before you get married?"

"Dad, I'm ready. Just because I get married doesn't mean I'll die or stop living." I was getting emotional.

"Mr. Montgomery," Ezra said, coming to the rescue, "I love your daughter, more than I'm sure you'd like to imagine. And we've talked this over and both of us are ready to take the next step." I internally sent him a huge kiss for saying what I couldn't.

"I propose, no pun intended," my mom said, "that you two wait a year. Plan the wedding in the year and make sure that you're ready."

"I think that sounds good," Ezra relented as he squeezed my hand.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I can agree with that."

"Okay honey. We'll see you when we get home. Love you." My mom waved and my dad gave a half smile to the camera.

"Bye," Ezra and I said in unison. We shut the laptop and looked at each other and sighed. We were going to plan a wedding.

A/N: I just realized what "with a shirtless Ezra on top" may elude to.. HAHAH… sorry I'm very immature!