{ Freddy }

The sweet smell of salmon met Freddy's nose as he opened the door. Bonnie and Chica were in the kitchen, walking around with oven mitts on their hands and aprons on their waists. Foxy was laying out on the couch, texting on his phone. Gold was not in the room. The five had bought a small house together after they all graduated; they were so close they couldn't bear to part.

Freddy felt his mouth watering at the scent of the fish. Silently, he slid over towards the counter where a plate of still-steaming salmon sat when both Chica and Bonnie had thier backs turned. The salmon looked so good. Freddy licked his lips. He reached out to take a piece, but Chica slapped his hand.

"Ow!" He complained, pulling his hand back. Chica was looking at him with a smirk on her face, her hands on her hips.

"Don't even think about it, Freddy," she teased, sliding the tray towards her and away from the hungry brunette. Freddy's stomach growled loudly and he put on his best pouty face.

"But I'm hungry!" He whined.

Chica laughed, a warm sound that still melted Freddy's heart, even after five years of dating her. Freddy snickered. "Okay then," he replied, taking a step closer. "Then I'll just skip right to desert!" Before she could react he pressed his lips to hers, then pulled away and dashed into the living room, flying into the recliner next to the couch. Foxy was laughing now as well, still looking at his phone.

Shaking her head and trying to make her cheeks less pink, Chica returned to cooking the tater tots.

Suddenly Foxy gasped. "Hey guys!" He said excitedly, sitting up on the couch and staring at his phone with giddy excitement in his eyes. Everyone turned to face Foxy.

"What?" Freddy asked, jumping onto the couch next to Foxy and looking over his shoulder at his phone.

"It's Mike!" Foxy announced happily, showing the phone to Freddy. It was a text conversation with Mike Schmidt, one of their best friends. Mike's message read:

'Hey, Foxy! I miss you and all the others so much. I got off work for a few days, how about I come over and visit? We can have a party!'

Freddy read the text out loud. Everyone looked excited, especially Chica, who was practically jumping up and down. "Ooh! Mikey's coming! We haven't seen him in forever!" She exclaimed, pulling the tater tots out of the oven.

"So that's a yes?" Foxy asked, his fingers above the keyboard, ready to type a reply.

Freddy was beaming. They hadn't seen Mike in almost eighteen months since he moved to Colorado. It was a great idea and he was all for it. "Why not?" He said, then watched as Foxy texted Mike back, radiating hapiness.

Bonnie and Chica started talking in excited voices, while Foxy went back to his phone. Freddy thought about the even and what fun they were going to have. Then he remembered something.

He reached into his jacket pocket and felt for it. His fingers closed around the small item and he felt a rush of nausea sweep over him. Shaking it off, he instead took out his phone and turned it on, mindlessly checking his text messages. Every time he touched the ring, he got weak knees. He shouldn't, though, right? He had dated Chica for five years, and known her for around ten. Surely proposing wouldn't be that hard?

He sighed quietly and got up, heading towards he and Gold's room. The boys shared a room and the girls shared the other, and you could definitely tell which was which. Foxy had his own separate room, which was more of a small game room.

The girls got the master bedroom, complete with a queen bed with purple and yellow decor. Their room was neat and orderly, unlike the boys' room. They got the smaller bedroom with a bunk bed. Freddy took the bottom and Gold took the top. Clothes, empty chip bags, socks, and other various objects were strewn about the room. Chica and Bonnie didn't set foot inside unless it was an emergency.

Gold was sleeping in the top bunk, one arm draped over the side of the bed. Freddy sat down and took the ring out of his pocket, holding it in between his thumb and forefinger. He spun it slowly, watching the diamonds catch the light and reflect it back onto the walls. The day he had gotten it was any other day, he had gone out to the store to go get some more chips for Foxy, when in reality he was choosing Chica's wedding ring. He had to get the chips for Foxy to avoid arousing suspicion, but he had wasted no time in picking out the most beautiful ring he saw.

It was a gold diamond bypass ring, twisted in an odd fashion with three small diamonds on top. It cost him around two thousand dollars, but Chica was worth evey penny. Footsteps came down the hall and Freddy hastily shoved the ring back into his pocket.

Bonnie appeared at the doorframe, her face as noncholant as ever. She saw Freddy with his hand in his pocket and a small smile broke out on her face, her eyes sparkling. "Dinner's ready," she said in a normal tone, turning back towards the kitchen. On her way back she winked and mouthed, 'I won't say anything.'

Freddy woke Gold up and they walked to the kitchen, the salmon smell reaching his nose again. Everone was gathered at the bar, and Freddy took his seat in between Chica and Foxy. Foxy kissed Bonnie's cheek before starting to eat the food. Bonnie grumbled in protest. Foxy swallowed and turned to her. "What?" he asked. "Don't like my kisses?"

Bonnie shook her head, sticking her fork into a piece of fish. "No," she replied, sounding a bit irritated. "You've got stubble again."

Foxy laughed. "Sorry Bon, I'll shave after dinner," he replied.

They finished dinner and retreated to their separate rooms. Freddy lay back on his bed, twisting the ring in between his fingers again. Gold was in the bathroom connected to the room, messing with his blonde hair. He popped his head into the room, his eyes landing on the ring. He grinned. "When are you gonna ask her, Fred?" he asked.

Freddy continued to twist the ring, mesmerized by it's twinkling. "I don't know," he said quietly. "I just don't know..."