The following Saturday Night...
Dennis' heart raced as he double checked the dorm room one last time. It was hardly the place he'd imagined for such a monumental event, but with Mark's
help, it looked amazing, and the transformation was incredible. He glanced at himself in the mirror and adjusted his already-straight tie. A push of a button on Mark's
boom box filled the room with the sounds of the rock group Foreigner's popular 4 cassette. He rarely if ever listened to pop or rock music, but this was a special occasion.
A knock on the door caused his heart to skip a beat and he hurried to answer it.
At the stunning sight before him, his chest warmed with love.
"I got here as fast as I could." Betsy said, looking breathtakingly beautiful in a light blue dress that accented her eyes.
"I'm glad." He said. "Come in."
She stepped inside, her eyes widening at the romantic atmosphere he'd created.
"What's going on? What is all this?"
"This..." He said leaning down to kiss her, "... is for you."
"For me? But why?"
Dennis smiled and as if on cue, "Waiting For a Girl Like You" began to play.
Betsy sighed. "Oh my God... I love this song. It's-."
"... the most romantic song ever recorded. I know. You told me." Dennis said. "Would you like to dance?"
"Here?" Betsy asked. "Dennis, I hardly think that this is the place for-."
Wordlessly he took her in his arms and kissed her as they slowly began to sway to the music.
"It's the perfect place." He whispered before kissing her again.
She laid her head on his chest and sighed. "This is wrong, you know." She sighed.
"Now why on Earth would you say that?" Dennis asked, glancing at her.
"Well... we broke up, and I just..."
"I'm hoping that will all change tonight." He said, kissing her cheek.
"Dennis, what are you talking about?" Betsy asked.
"I'm talking about this." He pulled away from her and reached into his pocket, pulling out the small blue velvet box.
"Oh my God..." Betsy gasped as her eyes filled with tears.
Dennis took her hand and kissed it as he lowered himself to one knee.
"Betsy, I've been doing a lot of thinking since we've been apart and I keep coming up with the same conclusion. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life
with you. Betsy Wilcox... Will you marry me?"
She smiled and nodded, unable to speak as the tears flowed down her cheeks.
"I take that as a yes?" Dennis grinned.
"Yes! Oh my God, yes!" Betsy cried, throwing her arms around him.
He took her hand and slipped the stunning diamond ring onto her finger. And then they shared a series of kisses that lasted through the night.