{ Freddy }

The sounds of forks and knives against plates came from the kitchen but he took no notice. He read over the paper with his bright blue gaze, chewing on the eraser end of a pencil. He couldn't think about what else to add for the party.

- Balloons for BB

- Soda bowl

- Pizza

- Cupcakes

- Streamers

- Music

- Games

The door soon opened and Gold came in, still looking groggy. He was attempting to finger-comb his wild blonde hair. He flopped down next to Freddy on the bunk and read over his list.

"Make sure you get lots of pizza, Chica needs a lot of that stuff to keep her goin'," he told Freddy, nudging his brother's shoulder.

Freddy chuckled. "Why don't you help me plan for this, Gabe?" He asked.

Gold groaned and flopped onto his back. "But that's worrrrrrrrk..." he complained, causing Freddy to laugh. The blonde boy cracked a smile, showing his crooked teeth. Having grown up in a boy's home, then a pizzeria, he never had the chance to get braces and straighten out his teeth. They weren't terrible, but they sure weren't straight.

"Come on. I just need you to help me pick out some music and games for us to play," Freddy pleaded, turning towards his brother.

Gold sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of his face, then sat back up. "My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy," he listed off his favorite bands with a wide smile on his face, "Of Mice and Men, Pierce the Veil - OOH! - Black Veil Brides-"

"Gold."

"And The Used, and Simple Plan, and Paramore, and-"

"Gold!"

"Yeah?"

"Just a few bands will be fine."

Gold beamed. He adored rock music. Freddy was more of a pop person. He was all about that bass.

"Alright, now some games?" Gold asked. Freddy nodded. "Monopoly-"

"So you basically want it to turn into a war?"

"Gee fine, no Monopoly. Twister?"

"Uh.. sure."

"...Naked Twister?"

"GOLD, YOU PERVERT!" Freddy yelled, holding his stomach and bursting with laughter as Gold flopped back on the bed again, laughing as well. The blonde boy's mood had lifted dramatically compared to how he acted five years ago. He stood up straight, he kept himself tidier, and he wasn't as socially awkward. The only downside is he became a bit of a pervert. He had the brains to stay away from Bonnie and Chica, but that didn't stop him from hitting on every pretty girl he laid eyes on.

After a few more minutes of taalking, laughing, and stupid jokes, Freddy finally had some game and song ideas written down.

"Okay, okay, in all seriousness," Gold said, sitting up and straightening his shirt. "When are you going to propose to Chica?"

Freddy felt a nervous chill sweep through him like he had just done the ice bucket challenge. Whenever he thought about proposing he always felt the oncoming sensation of needing to puke.

"I was thinking right before Mike, Mari, and BB arrived so I could break the news to them but I'm not so sure. I might wait until afterwards," he answered, transfixing his eyes on a lone sock on the floor.

"You have to do it soon. You know how girls are, when they get proposed to they want it perfect and romantic and blah, blah, blah."

"How do you know about girls? You haven't been with one for longer than two weeks."

"That's not true! I was with that Renee girl for three weeks!"

"Wow, three weeks, you were practically together for a lifetime," Freddy replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes and smiling.

Gold returned the smile. "I don't like commitment. I like different types of girls, too. I can't stay with just on for too long,"

"There isn't another girl in the world that could amount up to Chica," Freddy said dreamily, his mouth spreading wide in a smile.

It was Gold's turn to roll his eyes. "If you love her so much, why is proposing so hard?" he asked.

Freddy sighed and leaned forward, propping his chin on his palm, his elbow resting on his thigh. "I don't know..." he mumbled. "Maybe because it's that... I'm afraid she'll say no."

A new voice came from the doorway. "Lad, Chica would never in a million years reject ye."

The brunette boy looked up at his best friend, who was leaning against the doorframe, smirking. He still had some syrup on his upper lip. He walked into the room and pulled out the desk chair, turning it and sitting down on it across from the brothers. He held out his hand and Freddy deposited the ring into it. Foxy twisted the ring around his fingers, watching it reflect the light as Freddy had done the night before.

"I know, it's a stupid fear," Freddy continued as Foxy handed the ring back. He tucked the small object safely into his pocket once again. "But it's there."

Gold smiled. "It's just nerves. Don't worry about it. You could propose to her with a plastic dinosaur ring and she would still say yes."

Freddy couldn't help but laugh at that. "Well, I don't know about that, but you guys are right. I don't know what I'm so worried about."

"Freddy!" Chica called from the kitchen. "Come eat your breakfast!"

With a small sigh, Freddy stood and walked into the kitchen where his plate of now-cold food sat next to the sink. He picked it up and sat down, not realizing how hungry he had been.

Chica was washing out a glass. She placed it carefully into the dishwasher and turned to Freddy, wiping her hands on a towel. "So, what were you guys talking about in there?" She asked, leaning on the counter.

Freddy felt his toes go numb, but he forced himself to be noncholant. "Planning for the party," he answered simply.

Chica suddenly perked up. "That reminds me! I need to go to the store with Bonnie so we can get some ingredients for dessert," she told him. She walked into the living room, where Bonnie was still watching television, and they soon left and drove off in the direction of the store.

Freddy let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when the girls left as the feeling returned to his toes. He put his empty plate in the sink and looked up, meeting a pair of grey eyes and a pair of amber ones, both glinting with amusement.

"Well, the lasses are gone fer a bit, what do ye lads want to do?" Foxy asked.

Gold's face suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree. He bolted off to the closet and came back with three padded vests, three helmets, three paintball guns, a bunch of paintballs, and a mischievious grin stretched across his face.