Life problems can really put a damper on your story writing. Ugh. Sorry, guys. I'll try to pay more attention to it. Enjoy!

APOV

I heard a knock on my door and went to answer it. When it opened, I found Jasper standing there, diamonds of rain in his hair. I always loved to see him in the rain.

Jasper and I had been dating for almost a year now and things felt still just as new as they always had. Every time he kissed me, it was like the first time.

"Hello, darlin'," he said.

"Hi," I said with a smile.

He held up a packet of papers that had been folded twice. I quickly read the title of the expensive looking paper and noticed it was from the arts school I had gotten into. The first couple of lines read "Mr. Whitlock, Congratulations..."

That was all I needed to know. "You got accepted!"

He smiled and nodded, then laughed when I gave him the biggest bear hug I could manage. He wrapped his arms around me and brought my face up to kiss my lips gently once.

"I also have good news," I said.

"What is that?"

"Come in first." I didn't give him an option. I dragged him inside and shut the door behind him.

I walked over to the kitchen table and handed him the papers I picked up off the table.

His eyes skimmed over it and lit up at the knowledge he had gained. "This is great! Now we have a place to live!"

I hugged his waist and leaned into him. "Hmm. Exciting."

He returned the gesture. "Yes, it is. When do we move?"

"Well, we have another week till graduation. If you can get all of your stuff packed up by then, we can leave right after the ceremony," I explained.

"Sounds like a great idea."

"What shall we do until then?"

He looked nervous all of a sudden.

Oh no, I thought. What if he doesn't want to move in with me?

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No!" he said, rubbing my back with his right hand and his left arm wrapped around my waist. My hands were lying limp against his chest as we stood in my kitchen.

"Then what is?"

He stared for a moment then let out a breath, the cool air sweeping across my face. It calmed me a bit.

He dragged the breath back in and released me, taking my hands in his. "I know that normally people date a long time before this...But I don't feel like we need to. I love you and I want to spend my entire life with you." He got down on a knee and my breathing hitched. A tiny velvet box was brought forth from his pocket. It bore a ring, simple and elegant. It was a white gold band with an opal as the center gem. A band of diamonds slithered from each side to wrap the opal protectively. It was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

"Jasper..."

"Mary Alice Brandon...Will you be my wife?"

Tears filled my eyes and I felt so cliché. A girl crying because her love asked her to marry him was so...Hollywood. But it was all she could do. She smiled and the tears fell. "Yes."

His nervousness faded completely with the warm smile that now lit his face. He pulled the ring out its container, putting the box back into his pocket, and put the ring on my finger. It felt nice to have it there. He stood up and hugged me tightly.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too." I couldn't help the happy tears that fell relentlessly, just like the rain outside. It was the best day of my life.

After however long, we pulled away from each other and smiled. My hands rested on his forearms and his held my elbows.

"What about your parents, though?" I asked.

"They will be fine. I know this is what I want to do. You are where my life is supposed to go."

At nine o' clock, my mother woke me up. Jasper and I had fallen asleep watching a movie on the couch. My mother had just gotten home from a day out with her friends. I turned over on the couch-we had been laying down-and saw that Jasper was still asleep. He looked peaceful, a small smiled on his lips.

I smiled and gently shook him. "Jasper..."

He stirred then grabbed my face. His lips gently, sleepily touched mine. I giggled, knowing that he had no idea my mother was there.

"Jasper..."

"Mmyes?" he said, eyes still closed.

"My mother is home now."

He sat up. "Uh, sorry." He wiped the sleep from his eyes. "Sorry, ma'am."

My mother laughed. "It's alright, Jasper. I don't mind things like that."

Jasper smiled back. "I should probably be getting home now, though."

"You're welcome to stay the night, if you'd like."

"Thank you for the offer, ma'am, but my parents aren't as trusting."

"Oh, I don't trust Alice, but I trust you." She smirked at me.

We all laughed.

I looked at Jasper. "You could tell them you are staying with one of your man-friends."

He chuckled. "Man-friends?"

"Well if I would have said boyfriends..."

"I understand." He thought for a moment. "That's an idea."

My mother walked out of the room, saying, "Just let me know when you decide."

I looked at Jasper. "You could sleep upstairs with me."

"Convincing. Okay, I'll tell them."

Jasper called his parents, letting them know he would be at his friend Peter's house. We walked up to my room and I sat on my bed.

"I just thought of something," I stated.

"What is that?" he asked.

"You don't have pajamas."

"Yeah I do. I sleep in my boxers most of the time."

"Oh." I could feel my face get hot. I hadn't seen him in his boxers. I had barely ever seen him with his shirt off.

He laughed at me. "If you aren't comfortable with it, I can sleep in my clothes."

"No, it's alright."

He nodded, then stripped off his shirt. He started to unbutton his pants, then looked at me. "You sure?" He proceeded with the removal of his pants when I nodded. I didn't study him too much at that point, because I knew exactly where my brain was trying to make my eyes go. I wasn't about to be that girl.

I stood up, grabbed my pajamas, then went to change into them in the bathroom. They were my favorite purple silk pajama pants and gray tank top. When I came back in, Jasper was already under my covers, his arms behind his head, the comforter at his waist. His eyes were closed.

My lips stretched into another smile-my cheeks were starting to hurt-and I got under the covers. I kept a safe distance from him, which was pretty difficult considering he was in the center.

Then Jasper pulled me against his side.

I froze for a second, then relaxed and snuggled my nose into the crook of his neck. I wrapped my arms around his waist. He had one arm around my shoulders and the other resting on my side.

My hand that held my ring moved to lay on his chest, just above his heart.

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you, too, Alice."

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