I promise this oneshot is better than the last one. Definitely one of my favorites. Oh and did I happen to tell you that you are all beautiful, amazing, lovely, and just generally awesome people for reading? Cuz you are! Thought you should know! Seriously though, some of your reviews had me crying blissful tears, no joke. Thanks for making me feel like a star. ^^ I hope you enjoy this next part!

Prompt Word #15: Proposal

"Ib, will you marry me?"

Ib brought a nervous hand up to her face to hide the blush that rose to her cheeks. She decided her math work was very boring, and instead took to daydreaming. Daydreaming about Garry, specifically. She could hear his voice clearly in her head, asking her those words. She could see his face, slightly relaxed, but hints of anxiety flickered in his eyes. Upon her worksheet, she had quickly doodled up cartoon versions of the two of them. Garry was giving her a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a ring in the other. Cartoon Ib was flustered, her hands to her face in surprise.

She took her pencil, and added a word bubble above Garry's head that said "Marry me?" and then she drew quick hearts all around them. Ib could see his proposal happen even more clearly. She imagined they would head out for dinner first, then go to the cafe, since it was such an important spot to them. They'd indulge on the delicious pastries, and then Garry would excuse himself. When he returned, he'd be holding a bunch of red and blue roses, along with a shining, silver band and pop the question. And she'd say yes.

"Ib, how's your homework coming along?" Garry's voice suddenly filled her ears, waking her from her sleepless dream. She glanced up to see him hovering over her, and in an instant, blood rushed to her face. Ib watched as Garry's eyes narrowed to better see what was doodled on her paper. He began to kneel down, and Ib threw her hands over the drawing.

"I'm.. I'm doing just fine," Ib lied, biting at her bottom lip.

"What was that a drawing of?" Garry asked, laughing a little. Ib's hands trembled when Garry took her wrist and tugged at it. "May I see?"

Ib swallowed the lump in her throat, wondering what her next course of action should be. She stole another glance up at Garry, who promptly gave her slight pouty face that was simply too cute to shrug off.

"Promise not to laugh?"

"I promise."

Ib let out the breath she'd been holding, and slowly let her hands up and the doodle came in to view. Ib was no artist—she just liked to draw—but the two cartoony figures were very clearly her and Garry. Her blushing face turned up to face Garry, whose eyes were wide. Ib couldn't tell if he was just surprised or a little horrified.

Ib lowered her head, trying to hide her eyes—as well as her furious blush—behind her bangs. Her hands began nervously twisting together, but when she heard Garry begin to chuckle, her head snapped back up and she shot him a glare.

"Garry!" She shouted, her eyes narrowing.

"I'm sorry!" he admitted, giving her a nervous smile. "I don't mean it in a bad way! Not at all!"

Ib's expression turned softer, and her eyes fell to the doodle on her paper. She let out a sigh, thinking that Garry probably thought she was weird or something. But when she felt his arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her close, she met with his face once again. Garry was giving her his best grin.

"You're quite the artist, Ib. It's a nice drawing," he told her, his hand reaching to pat her on the head. "I really like it."

Ib couldn't control the huge smile that spread across her face.

Flustered Ib is like my favorite thing ever. Heh, hope you all liked this next part, I really enjoyed writing it, I know that. ^^ Til next time, you beautiful bunch of people.

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