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"Teagon what looks good on me?" Shannon spoke nervously, running around his room clad only in boxers. His young assistant laid on his bed laughing at him while he prepared for the night out.

"You're going to look fine, but that's just me." She smirked, rolling on her back to look up at him. "Will you stop fussing, damn your going out on a date not like you are going to pro—" she stopped her sentence before realizing the mistake he was going to make. "You are going to be kicked in the head if you do that, and I don't mean the one on top of your shoulders!" she snapped.

Shannon slowly turned his head with a guilty smile plastered firmly on. Teagon could feel her pulse drop just by the look. She knew his looks better then anyone, and she couldn't believe what she was just hearing.

"You are asking the devil to marry you?" words were now just tumbling from her mouth and she couldn't control it.

"Ya and?" he tried not to sound like an ass in front of his best friend. He knew Teagon and if she could help it, her claws were going to come out to play and everything was going to go up in smokes.

"Shan...come on let's be serious for a second…" she groaned, pulling the prince of punk on the bed. He knew what she was thinking and he knew that at the wedding if there was one she was going to make it a living hell.

"What do you want me to say Teag? I mean come on. I am going to be 30 and will be home now since being fired." he laughed, hitting his forehead against the redhead. "You worry about me to much."

"No I don't worry about you enough I think." she scoffed, pushing away only to curl up into a small ball. "Mistake, that's all I'm going to say."

Shannon sighed, there was nothing more he could say to her to make her fee better. why did it even matter to her anyway? If he was going to be miserable then it was because of himself nothing else. What did it mater to her, she had Jeff's attention now. The Punk sighed to himself, was Jeff really in love with his best friend? He didn't want to believe it at all, but then again maybe it would be for the best. Maybe the feeling of being protective over her and wanting her all to himself more then anything will go away once that ring goes on his finger.

"Does this look good Teag?" he sighed moving from the bed to the mirror. the young girl looked over her shoulder slightly and rolled her eyes. He looked amazing.

"Yeah you look fine. now leave before I go and kill her so you have no one to propose to."

Shannon looked back at his best friend moving so he sat next to her. He knew how much she hated Bailey and the fact that she would really be around more then normal if she said yes.

"Why do you have to make things hard for me red." he sighed. His arms reached out onto her back, his thumbs rubbing her sides. "You know you will be the death of me."

"I know she will be the death of you...ya know what never mind I'll be the death of her." she mumbled into the sheets. Her small feet dangled over the bed, her head low in her arms.

"Teagon, I know what's going on." Shannon bent down on one knee, and grabbing the ring from underneath his bed, and held it out for her to see, "If you just wanted to be my wife instead that would be totally fine by me." he joked. Teagon felt her eyes go wide just by the size of the rock.

"That slut does not deserve this beautiful, princess cut perched on a fishtail prong and 1 mm cut diamond band." her voice held fascination to why he was giving her such an amazing ring. Shannon's face scrunched into a disgust look.

"Why do you know that?" he asked.

"Don't ask dumb questions....just throw on your dark jeans with the white button down ok?" her voice dropped. She knew the mistake he was going to make, but he was right, it was his life so why should she interfere with it.

Shannon nodded doing as he was told. When he emerged from the bathroom, Teagon remember she dressed him up in her favorite outfit ever. He ran to the mirror, fixing his hair so it stayed back. She remembered that Bailey hated the mohawk.

"I say you wear your hair up to piss her off." Teagon joked, walking over to where he stood. Her arms wrapped around his waist when she buried her head into his back. He was still a bit taller then her.

"Teagon, don't do this to me please. I know you're upset but the puppy face and the touching won't work this time." he whined. He wanted to stay, just to hang out with her, but he has plenty of time to do that. "Ok. I'm going." Shannon grabbed his wallet and ran out the door.

"Shit." he cursed under his breath and looked up to see Teagon leaning in the door way with shiny keys dangling from her slender fingers. He laughed, going back out. His nerves were getting the best of him.

"Forgetful boy you are." she shook her head. Shannon smirked kissing her on the cheek.

"You are a life saver."

"Yeah, yeah, go bag a whore." with that slammed the door in his face. It was just a matter of time now.