So I definitely forgot about this story…. Sorry… but anyways I have the next chapter done if anyone is still interested in reading it.

Xxo SFD

Word count: 1,708 words

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vampire Academy.

Previously:

He looked into my eyes, then to my tear- stained cheek. Slowly he nodded- he knew just how dangerous me and Liss could be when given ten ours of shopping, four credit cards and one HUGE mall.

Man this was going to be goooood. Hehe.

R POV:

After sitting with Dimitri for a little longer, I headed back to the house. D wanted to stay and train a bit and said he'd be back in time for a late dinner. Instead of taking my 2011 Lamborghini Gallardo LP 570-4 Superleggera in red, I opted to walk, to clear my head.

I really wanted Adrian to propose. I loved him with my whole heart, and vice versa. He told me he would make me his queen if he was chosen as the heir. It was either him or Lissa, so either way I'd be with them all the time. We've been dating for three years now. After much harassment on his part and shouting on mine, I'd allowed him to take me on a date. It went well and before I knew it people knew me as Adrian Ivashkov's girlfriend, and I didn't mind. In fact I liked it.

Then there was Dimitri. He had never said he loved me before, so why now? Besides Lissa and Mia, Dimitri was my best friend. He was a year older than us, and like me, the best in his class, but stayed behind so he could protect Chris. And stay with us of course. He had been there through absolutely everything. If he's lasted through every break up, every fight, every birthday and every shopping trip, he's most definitely a keeper.

I didn't realize I was smiling like an idiot at the thought of Dimitri until Chris was in my face asking why, rather obnoxiously. I know what you're probably thinking: Rose likes Dimitri, Rose likes Dimitri! NO! I don't. He makes me laugh and he makes me feel better when Lissa can't. Dimitri is my best friend, my brother. The best part is we both know it too, so nothing is ever weird between us.

"Chris, I'm going to say this once nicely. If you don't listen, I'll yell. So here it is: BACK THE HELL AWAY BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS!" I said. Man that boy is annoying. The smile that previously graced my face, slid into an aggravated frown. Can't Lissa keep him under control? Good Lord, where's the whip when you need it? Oh there it is…on the other side of the living room.

Adrian sat on the couch watching the hockey game between the Vancouver Canucks and the Colorado Avalanches. Currently Vancouver was winning by one point in the second period. Go Avs! He looked up at me, and I was shocked and disappointed if I can admit it to myself, and just smiled. Just smiled. I could still feel the dampness on my cheeks and the tightness of the skin there, so I frankly didn't understand why he didn't realize what had happened.

But me being me brushed it off and just thought what every woman thinks about their boyfriends at least once: Men! Do they notice anything at all? And a moment later I got my answer because Adrian decided to speak just then.

"Hey babe can you get me another beer?" He shouted to me even though I wasn't even ten feet away from him. That one little sentence brought on a whole new round of mutterings and complaints. In my head, which mind you is an incredibly scary place to be in at any given time let alone when I am pissed and upset at life, I was about to explode. Forget about the darkness for a second, because this is one of those rare times when darkness has absolutely nothing to do with my mood. If he had said that to me at any time, he would have been running to Lissa to heal him up.

And just for the record, I am not above hitting my boyfriend, especially if he deserves it.

But ignoring my inner ramblings I just replied with a sweet albeit fatigued, "Sure babe," and a loud sigh because I was just not in the mood for any kind of confrontation at the moment. But of course, something just had to go and ruin the pacific mood I had just entered. Can anyone guess what that would be?

- -Yes you in the back there, way far away.

-Um would it be a male idiot?

-Why of course it's an idiotic male, but can you tell me which one in particular?

-Um would it be Christian?

-Oh Right you are little lady!

-Yay I won! What did I win?

- A punch in the face to any character you want, courtesy of Moi.

- Ok I choose Christian.-

And once more, all that it took was one little sentence. But mind you, it was the one sentence women never want to hear. Well sane women anyway. And just to kill the suspense I will tell you know what it is.

"Hey Woman- make me a sandwich!" And now that you fine people know what his declaration was, you also know that I am completely justified in doing whatever I see fit.

So practically growling in frustration with those two idiots- because let's be honest here, they wouldn't do that to anyone else, especially not Lissa- I took my anger out on a few plates…and a vase that Adrian gave me as a house warming gift or something like that. But regardless of all the noise I made, they just turned up the volume on the television and told me to keep it down and bring them their precious food.

I made the sandwich. Can you believe it, because I most certainly can't? Though that pretty looking sandwich didn't last very long, and neither did the beer for that matter. Screw no confrontations today. I walked up behind the couch, an open beer in one hand and an extra mayonnaise and mustard sandwich in the other, and I dumped them on their heads.

To say they were pissed and shocked would be an understatement, and a huge one at that. After their astonishment faded at the surprise attack, they jumped up at started screaming. I didn't retaliate, aren't you proud of me? I stood there, still as a statue, with my arms crossed and a small smirk on my face. And once they were all shouted out, I laughed outright at their faces, which still had condiments and beer on them mind you, and walked back to my room.

One word was on mind when I reached the master bedroom. Sanctuary. I love my boys I do, but sometimes there was only so much I could take from them until I burst. And the dumping of food on them was my explosion. Hey, at least it didn't result in the breaking of bones this time, and for that they should be grateful. Yet I doubt they were. I texted Lissa, telling her to come over tonight for a much needed girl's night, and almost begged her to bring some ice cream, candy and a few sappy movies to watch together in my huge bed. And before anyone questions "where will Adrian sleep?" let me just remind you that whenever a boy is in trouble with his girlfriend, he should practically be expecting to sleep on the couch that night. That statement holds true for this case as well. She replied a few moments later telling me she's on her way, and to have her pajamas that she keeps here for nights like these, ready. So I changed out of my day clothes and into my old sweat pants and t shirt from Lehigh knowing, and not caring, that Adrian wouldn't approve of my apparel. For whatever reason, he had the idea that I should only dress in designer things, even if I was just staying home and relaxing.

As I stiffed through my closet for one of my favorite old sweatshirts to wear with my pajamas, I noticed something a little off. Some of Adrian's clothes were on my side of the shelf. I thought it was incredibly strange considering, contrary to popular belief, my boyfriend was almost OCD when it came to being neat and orderly. I thought it must have been a mistake made by the maid Adrian hired. Trying to prevent any spats when for when he sees it, I decided to be a good little girl and move his clothes back to where they should be. The intentions were good, but the execution was a bit faulty. You see, I am what you would call "vertically challenged" so reaching the stack of shirts was a little tough. And I am also what you would call "stubborn" meaning I did not want to go and ask for help. So for a few minutes I struggled, then I went huffing and puffing to the door to let Lissa in- god damn those boys were lazy as hell… lazier than ME even and that's saying something right there- and I went back to struggle some more. Finally I got the bloody stack into my hands, when I drop them.

Moaning and groaning I bend down to refold them with Lissa helping me, when I stop. As does my best friend. Because we both see the same thing. The trademark black leather box. Traditionally it carries some of the finest jewelry made in the world. Most women recognize the baby blue Tiffany boxes with the white ribbons, but Lissa and I have always preferred Harry Winston. His cuts were absolutely impeccable, the clarity was wonderful, and the settings were absolutely to die for. Lissa had bought me one of his rings as a graduation present that I promised to wear to every gala and ball possible (see link above for picture).

But that's not the reason why we're speechless. The cause for our reticence was because Harry Winston was the most famous for his engagement rings. Rings that come in boxes exactly like the one nuzzled in my boyfriend's shirts at our feet.

Oh my God.

Ok so I hope that lived up to some expectation… sorry it's a bit short… to be honest I kind of like it. So tell me what you think please in a review. And see the link below if you want to see an absolutely fabulous ring! Lol. Sorry I'm such a girl. Any ways this chapter was brought to you by Mountain Dew, Apple Rings, Old Spice, bananas and lack of sleep. Don't question it.

www. jewelryboxavenue assets /images/BlueDiamondby

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