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Author Announcement(s): Heads-Up: The Third OneShot Is Comin' At 'Ya! …Oh, and, I know that the title is REALLY OBVIOUS, but please note that it has a DOUBLE MEANING! …And, also, please remember, ANY AND ALL of these OneShots happen is CHRONOLOGICAL-ORDER, and as such, they ALL happen, in the order, that they are posted, and ANY AND ALL of these OneShots happen BEFORE the FIRST chapter, of "Part I," of "GTNG," and while they happen in the SAME-EXACT Universe/Timeline, as "GTNG," they happen in a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT Universe/Timeline, as my OTHER Jimmy-Neutron-FanFic, "Fight to the Finish."

The Proposal

"…So, sir, are you two ready to order, or should I, um… …Should I give you more time to decide?" the agitated waiter addressed the young couple before him. He really didn't want to ask them what they wanted. He just wanted to serve them and get them on their way. They had been sitting here in the restaurant for close to an hour without even looking at their menus and it was starting to get on their server's nerves.

They weren't completely clueless as to the intense annoyance that they caused the man. Libby looked around the establishment. The place was packed, mostly with couples, with young couples—couples close to their age. The place was booming; it was a busy Saturday night, and keeping the waiter held up on a single table was really slowing him down. They knew that they were being pests, although being a hindrance on the kind waiter was the farthest thing from their actual intentions.

It wasn't their fault that they were taking so long, though; it was their friends' faults. Sheen and Libby had been waiting on the two fiancées for some time, and as usual, the two had missed the prearranged time the five friends had agreed upon earlier. It probably had something to do with the wedding, as it always did. Libby scanned around the incredibly busy restaurant and sighed. They were late, again; they were always late. Carl was usually on time, but as his ride was in fact the two hotheaded fiancées, he would invariably be late as well.

The beautiful dark-haired woman glanced quickly at her boyfriend, who was still engrossed in his napkin, and then shifted her gaze to the currently three empty seats around her table. Libby would have been mad with them, had the fact that the reason that they were late not been that they were probably planning out their lives together—or arguing about. In fact, the fact that her two best friends—besides Carl of course—were now engaged did little to squelch or stop their constant bickering. In all actuality, it made it worse.

Only James Neutron and Cynthia Vortex would find something—anything—to argue about at any given moment in time. They would probably end up arguing on their wedding day. But, then, that just solidified their relationship, made it stronger. They challenged each other, and with each new challenge that was issued, the other responded, rising to the challenge. It made them better, better in every conceivable way. Jimmy had gotten a lot faster and stronger to compete with Cindy's physical prowess—although she still easily beat him in that department—and, in return, Cindy had gotten much smarter and marginally increased her intelligence to compete with Jimmy's intellect—although he still easily beat her in that department. They were constantly challenging each other, constantly getting better—getting better at everything.

Sometimes Libby wished that she and Sheen could have what her two friends had and cherished so much: not only a relationship, but a rivalry, a "balancing act," accordingly. Anytime that Libby had a thought like this, however, she quickly pushed it from her mind when she remembered just how happy and content she was with Sheen and his dorky ways.

Besides, they couldn't handle the constant fighting like Jimmy and Cindy could. If they were ever to argue for an extended period of time—like Jimmy and Cindy did so often—Libby would probably resort to physical violence, and Sheen would probably lose some valuable body fluid. They wouldn't be able to keep it a strictly-verbal conflict. No, Sheen's short attention span and stupid comments would have forced Libby to hit him—physically assault—him if it ever came to that, which is why she was thankful that it never did come to that. Libby smiled half-heartedly and sheepishly looked over at her boyfriend.

He was still starring down at his lap, at his napkin, as he had been for almost the entire night. Libby raised an eyebrow at his weird—weird, even for Sheen—actions. It seemed as though Sheen had not even noticed the now-incredibly-irritated and somewhat angered waiter that was still standing there in front of the young couple, awaiting a response. 'What's with HIM?' Libby quietly questioned herself, and just as she finished her thought, the waiter spoke up, tired of just standing there.

"…AHEM! EXCUSE me, but I would be more than willing to take your order now… …Erherm… …That is if you are actually ready to decide, after having only a measly HOUR to contemplate our 'never-ending' menu!" the man excitedly erupted, in a tone of annoyance and anger—pure anger.

Libby looked at Sheen, who had finally looked up at the waiter and seemed to notice him at last. She was thankful that he was finally coming out of his reverie. Just then, a thought flashed into Libby's head. '…HOLD-UP! Did HE just insult ME?' Libby thought to herself, processing their waiter's previous and obvious attempt at an insult.

Libby eyed the man instinctively, ready to pounce, or worse: verbally abuse him. Libby was poised and ready to strike, and she wasn't playing around. While her best friend was a master of the "real" physical fighting, Libby was the pro at the "smack-talk," and the verbal confrontations. She opened her mouth to let her venomous words fly out, but before she could even get a word out—thankfully for the waiter—Sheen intervened and responded to the waiting server.

"…Unfortunately sir, it appears that our friends are running extremely late, an, seeing as we can't start without them, well…" Sheen trailed off, addressing the waiter and letting him draw his own conclusions.

The waiter had to use every fiber of his being to not pull his hair out, and that strained effort was clearly visible on both his face and in his tone when he spoke next. "…Ughhh, fine. Very well then, but you should know that we don't serve imaginary friends here. They must be actual, living, breathing beings." the waiter responded, just about ready to lose it with the couple. He wasn't the only that was about to lose it, however, as Libby instinctively rolled up her sleeves on her beautiful violet dress shirt.

She was irritable, and she hadn't even eaten yet; she was about to beat him down. Before she could attack the server, however, Sheen placed a comforting hand on her own, which was currently resting on the table between them, and he gently squeezed it. She stopped dead in her tracks, and she, herself, was surprised at just how much she enjoyed the warm physical contact with him. Her mind went racing with thoughts of her and Sheen, and she almost immediately forgot what had gotten her so fired up a few seconds before.

She blushed slightly at this discovery, and Sheen, being the clueless and ADHD-prone person that he was, did not notice his girlfriend's suddenly changed demeanor. Thus, Sheen turned to, and addressed, the waiter without waiting for Libby to speak. He didn't want her to attack him; that could have possibly ruined the night—their night. No, Sheen didn't want anything to ruin tonight.

"Haha, good one." Sheen started, addressing the waiter with a tone of false amusement. Sheen was one for being ridiculed, but only in good fun, and only by his friends. This waiter was obviously not his friend, and his comment had upset Sheen quite a bit as well, but he dared not show it. It might ruin the mood, and he didn't want anything to go wrong.

The waiter rolled his eyes in response, and after seeing this, Libby immediately remembered why she was mad in the first place. Sheen repeated his earlier action of comfort and the feeling of his hand upon hers gave Libby a warm feeling once again, as blood rushed into her cheeks and dyed them rosy-red. She, once again, lost her feeling of intense anger. Sheen's plan had worked two times in a row now. Perhaps that was a good sign; perhaps that meant that his big plan would work as well. Well, at least he hoped that it would. Sheen returned his attention to their adamantly aggravated waiter and addressed him in the best tone of false kindness that he could muster.

"But, no. I promise you: they are real, and… …Well… …Hopefully, at least, they'll be here soon." Sheen responded.

"…Very well, then. But, perhaps you two should rethink your choice in friends, and perhaps, think about finding some who won't leave you here alone to starve." the waiter replied hastily, as he turned away from the table of youngsters, now completely out of patience. Sheen and Libby, however, had had no objections to the waiter's insight. They loved their best friends, but, sometimes their tendencies and bad habits really got on their nerves.

Sheen, however, quickly pushed this thought from his mind. 'NO! Tonight isn't about Jimmy OR Cindy! No, tonight, FOR ONCE—for a change—is about us, just the two of us, just me and Libby…' Sheen tentatively thought to himself, and he glanced at his girlfriend. His hand was still on hers, and although he had not noticed it before, he clearly saw the red outline in her gorgeous cheeks. He was stunned when he saw her. He had been so engrossed in planning this special evening—very special evening—that his mind had been wandering and processing information all night. In fact he had been so engrossed in his own mind and his own thoughts, that he failed to notice just how beautiful Libby looked tonight—not that he hadn't noticed her attractiveness.

He always noticed her attractiveness, but tonight, tonight there was something…something different about her. He had told her to get dressed-up, to look as good as she possibly could—which he thought she always did, regardless—and to expect a night of romance. Libby was rather stunned when she heard this; Sheen was certainly not known for being the romantic type. In fact, he and Jimmy were rather equally "romantically challenged." She was gleefully excited at his declaration, and immediately began to prepare herself, putting only the best clothes that she could possibly find.

She wore her hair straight down, no curls or bangs present, and its sleek and shimmering effect had the Mexican boy stunned for few moments, as he continued to take in as much of her beauty as he could. Her hair was not the only thing that she had "dolled-up," however, as she was wearing the very stylish—and very expensive—blouse that her boyfriend had purchased for her a few months ago. Her beautiful brown eyes made contact with his equally heavily tanned eyes, and they were silent as they sat there looking into each other's eyes, into their thoughts, into their souls.

Soon, however, the silence was broken. Sheen, even through all of his ADHD tendencies and his short attention span, had managed to notice the slight blush that crept into her cheeks—her beautiful cheeks. The boy with the slicked-up hair broke the silence first.

"What's wrong? My hand cold?" Sheen asked, raising an eyebrow, and knowing full well that his hand wasn't cold.

Libby snapped out of her apparent daydream and looked down at the table where she caught sight her hand, which was still underneath its warm comforter—Sheen's hand. Libby' eyes hovered there for a moment, before she slowly raised her gaze to look at her boyfriend. "Nope. Not at all." she replied, smiling genuinely at him. She reached over the table and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Sheen did not see it coming, but he didn't protest either. Just as he was about to respond to the kiss, however, Libby pulled away. "Mhmm. What was that for?" Sheen questioned, looking like he really enjoyed the small amount of physical contact that they had just shared.

Libby smiled at him again. "For being so patient. I know how hungry you are, and you just keeping your cool like that, especially with your… …Ah, well… …You know, your 'problems'… …Well that's just really sweet of you."

"Oh, isn't it, though?" Sheen asked slyly, earning him an eye roll and another kiss from his girlfriend. Just as the two were breaking apart, a noisy and volatile argument that they were so used to caught their attention. The young couple turned their heads to gaze at the second couple that had just burst through the door of the restaurant, arguing profusely and using obscene hand gestures.

Sheen chuckled, and Libby rolled her eyes. They hadn't changed a bit. The young man with chaotic auburn hair and deep blue eyes and the woman with beautiful blonde hair and deathly fatal green eyes continued arguing, apparently unaware of the disturbance that they were creating in the once-calm atmosphere of the five-star restaurant. The young couple, although still arguing, started to approach their friends at the far side of the room. The two continued to escalate their argument to astronomical proportions, and just as they came within earshot of Sheen and Libby, they began to calm down, albeit not entirely.

"NETRON?! Are you serious?! I am NOT putting pink tablecloths on the tables at the reception!" Cindy screamed, gathering the attention of seven other young couples around them. These seven other couples soon caught the attention of many other couples, until the entire restaurant was looking at them.

"You know what?" Jimmy responded, equally as angry.

"What?" Cindy replied, obviously awaiting his response, so she could tear it apart.

"I think pink would look nice!" Jimmy exclaimed.

"Are you insane?! It would look ridiculous, and besides, I hate pink, so that's that. It's final." Cindy responded with an air of finality. It was an air of finality that no one would dare argue with, unless that person was Jimmy.

"Ughhh, Vortex, I SWEAR, you and your psychotic ways are going to kill me one of these days! You have absolutely no good reason to just toss my idea aside like that! …And, NO, I'm not insane; you're INSANE!" he spat.

"EXCUSE ME?! Let me just inform you, right now: you're on very thin ice, and, just so you know, my murderous ways will definitely kill you before my psychotic ways do." she warned. Jimmy couldn't help but chuckle slightly at this, not because she was being funny, but because she wasn't.

Jimmy calmed down substantially after her previous comment; they both did. Libby and Sheen relaxed their tense forms, and the many eyes that had wandered over to the arguing couple soon went back to whatever they were looking at. Sheen and Libby were happy for the fact that all of the unwanted attention was finally gone.

Jimmy was a lot calmer as he responded, but still insistent. "Cindy, I want pink. I think it would look nice. Why can't we just discuss it, at least?" Jimmy pleaded.

"I know, and I appreciate your input. But… …Jimmy, it is my special day, and I want lavender tablecloths." Cindy, surprisingly, replied rather softly. He looked into her emerald eyes, and he forgot why he was arguing in the first place, but for some unforeseeable reason, he continued to protest.

"Cindy, it's our special day, isn't it?" he questioned knowingly, giving her the most endearing look that he could muster.

"Well, you could look at like that, but you would be the only one looking at it, while everyone else is looking at me, in my white dress. …And, just, why, exactly do you think that the bride wears white? Could be because all eyes are supposed to be on her? …Hmmm, I think so! …And, the fact that all eyes would be on me, makes it my special day!" Cindy shot down his theory with her own logic, which, unfortunately for Jimmy, made perfect sense.

Jimmy contemplated what she had said for a few moment, but being the genius that he was, responded rather quickly. "Well then, I suppose that I'll have to wear a white tux, as well." he smirked as he finished her remark.

Cindy scowled at him. "You do that, and you won't live to see the honeymoon." she said seriously.

Jimmy was once again processing what she had said. "…Hmmm… …Well, will you kill me before or after we get married?" Jimmy questioned.

Now his blonde fiancée was the one who needed a moment to contemplate her counterpart's words, but she responded quickly, almost as quickly as her genius boyfriend had done moments before. She was certainly not slow either. "After. Definitely after." she said, smiling at him.

"Well, then, as long as long as I get to die with you as my wife, then I'll die happy." he replied, meaning every word that he said. Cindy was a little surprised by his heartfelt response. He had really gotten better at the whole romance and sweet-talk thing since they had gotten engaged.

Her scowl reappeared, but this time, it was a playful one, and she leaned in and quickly kissed him on the lips, and he began to respond to the kiss, until they were broken up by a loud "AHEM!"

The two angry love birds broke apart and turned around to face their two friends, a small amount of blush creeping onto their cheeks at noticing that the full restaurant that seemed to be more-than-noticing them, once again. Libby rolled her eyes, once again, and Sheen just chuckled. The two quickly took their seats at the table and quieted down. The many eyes that were on them began to look away, slowly.

The two fiancées were thankful for this, as were their equally embraced friends. Jimmy and Cindy finally looked up, and took note of their two friends, and how well they were dressed. They were both shocked, albeit for different reasons. Cindy wondered what they had gotten so "dolled-up" for. She didn't think this was a date for them, because all five of them were coming, and even if it was a date, she had never seen Sheen or Libby get so dressed up before.

Jimmy, however, knew exactly what was supposed to happen tonight, and he expected them to be dressed up; he just didn't expect them to be this dressed up. Before any conversation started, Jimmy looked at Sheen and gave him a quick wink, allowing no one else to see or notice. Although no one else saw or noticed this, Sheen gave his friend and intense stare that said one word: 'DON'T!' Jimmy nodded solemnly in response and averted his eyes from Sheen, so as to not give anything away.

Libby was the first to break the silence. "So, what took you two so long, huh? Holdup at the Lab?" she addressed Jimmy. "Holdup at the Firm?" she questioned her best friend this time. "…Or… …Holdup some place, little more, uh…'private?'" Libby asked both of them this time, and she asked with a knowing smirk. Both of the fiancés understood her innuendo, but they choose to ignore it.

"…Well, you know how hard it is to move, let-alone move quickly, at all, with this huge rock!" Cindy stated, excitedly pointing at her ring-finger on her left hand, which held her gorgeous engagement ring. The two girls erupted in giddy and girlish squeals and screams. It was their usual gag and their boyfriends were used to it by now. Jimmy and Sheen looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Sheen chuckled slightly at the irony: the fact that—hopefully—Libby would be the one showing off her ring momentarily.

The girls' laughter and giddiness died down, and their demeanors returned to normal. Libby turned her attention back to her friend, and she asked the same question as before, only this time, she was serious. "…So, is that the only reason that you two were late?" Libby asked her best friend, arching her eyebrow as she did so.

"Actually, for your information, Libby, 'Big-Brain,' here," Cindy gestured to her husband-to-be, whose head was actually proportional to his body by now, "wanted to stop and argue about why I'm not taking his last name, and that just led from one thing to another, until we were at each other's throats." Cindy explained.

"…And just why, exactly, won't you take his last name?" Libby asked.

"Because the Vortex Clan has been around for centuries, and I won't allow some brig-brained moron—no offense honey." she smiled at Jimmy and he smiled back.

"None taken." he replied.

She smiled at him and continued her explanation to Libby. "…And, I will NOT allow anybody to take away the last name of the last member of a fading family name. I am far too proud for that." Cindy finished.

Libby nodded in understanding. She didn't doubt Cindy's pride. Jimmy on the other hand had just conjured a new thought.

"Wait, when you say clan, do you mean like an old Irish Clan?" he asked her.

"Yes, actually, I do." she replied.

"Like one of the old clans that used to beat, murder, hang, and steal from people?" he asked, his tone a precise mix between a joking demeanor, and seriousness.

"…" she did not respond, and he knew why.

"That would explain so much!" he exclaimed, and it earned him some laughter from Sheen, which was quickly ended after receiving a certain look from Libby. Jimmy received a similar certain look form Cindy and he shut up as well.

"All I'm saying, is: the wedding is in three weeks, so you guys better get your heads on straight, and solve all of these problems now!" Libby reasoned.

"Oh, don't worry, everything will be fine, just so long as Neutron lets me do my thing. All he has to do is worrying about showing up and looking pretty." Cindy responded, shifting her gaze from Libby to her boyfriend. He smirked at her. She smiled. Just as silence fell on the table, Libby's eyes fell on the only remaining empty chair: Carl's chair.

"Hey, where's Carl?" she inquired of the two fiancées.

"Oh, he's outside, taking a call. Must be something important; I think that it was the environmental agency that he works for." Cindy said, and just as she did, another figure entered the already-full restaurant. He was a tall man with an obvious muscular build and some residual chubbiness. The man with spiked-up curly red hair scanned the restaurant and immediately noticed his friends. He approached the table and was there in seconds.

"Hey guys." Carl stated, happy to see his friends.

"Hey Carl." they responded unison, all except for Jimmy and Cindy, who had given him a ride over to the restaurant, and as such, had already said their greetings to him. He took his seat at the table of friends.

"Hey man. It's been forever!" Sheen exclaimed, launching into a series of fist-bumps hand-claps, which were far-too-complicated for Carl to follow. Carl tried his best to keep with his friend's ADHD movements, but he failed miserably, and just ended up giving-up halfway through Sheen's elaborate greeting.

"Ha, yeah, I know right! My agency keeps me pretty busy, so I'm sorry about the long-time-no-see thing." Carl responded, somewhat apologetically.

"Hey, don't worry about it, man! At least the 'Three Amigops' are together again!" Sheen said excitedly, and Jimmy nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, it has been a while, hasn't it?" Jimmy asked, and his two friends nodded in response.

"Yeah man, with the amount of work they put on you over there at that tree-hugger place, you better be in line for a promotion!" Sheen exclaimed. Libby eyed him seriously, and he calmed down.

"Sheen, did your take your medication this morning?" she asked him.

"…Maybe…" he responded light-heartedly.

"So, anyways, what about that new job of yours, Carl? Anything new and exciting?" Libby inquired.

"…Well, actually, that's what the phone call was about." Carl said, trailing off, and giving off a suspenseful vibe.

"…WELL?! What was the phone call about?" Cindy and Libby said in unison.

"Well, if I play my cards right, then I might be next in line to represent our company at one of the Global 'Save The Llamas' Events!" Carl squealed like a giddy school girl.

"Wow, Carl, that's great!" Libby responded, excited for her friend.

"Yeah, it definitely won't be this year's event, but the one coming up a few years from now—the one in Spain—I might get to go to that one!" Carl said, sounding just as excited as before.

"That's really great Carl." Cindy said honestly. She had been a lot nicer to Carl since their Junior Prom, when he was almost beat up by Butch. She had constantly made fun of him since he was eight-years-old, but she couldn't stand to see him physically tormented. When she defended him that night, she basically stopped with her rants and raves against him. Although, she didn't stop completely. She still had an occasional joke about him.

At this point, the angry waiter returned, and was actually happy to see a full table. "Well, I see that your friends have arrived…" he said, trailing off.

"Yes, and we are sorry for stretching our reservation time out so thin." Jimmy apologized.

"Oh, that's quiet alright, sir. I'll give you five some time to look over your menus, and I'll be back in a second with your drinks." Libby raised an eyebrow at their waiter's suspicious behavior. 'Oh, SURE! Be nice to THEM, but treat US like CRAP?!' she thought to herself. When she saw the way the waiter looked at Cindy, however, all was answered, and his unexplainable kindness was explained. Libby was thankful that Jimmy did not notice the waiter checking-out his fiancée.

"Drinks?" Cindy questioned.

"Yes, ma'am, your two friends have already put in some orders for you." he responded, smiling at the blonde. Jimmy was still clueless, and Libby rolled her eyes, both at the waiter's actions, and at Jimmy's clueless attitude.

"What exactly did they order?" Jimmy asked, wanting to make sure that they got it right.

"Well… Let's see here. I have one gin-and-tonic, one club soda, one Coke-A-Cola, one Long Island Iced Tea, and a ginger ale." he replied.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at hearing the fact that he was not getting an alcoholic drink. He turned to his fiancée. "I'm the designated driver?"

"Of course. I hate that stupid 'Hover' feature in that car of yours. If you want to fly it, you'll have to do it yourself." she replied. Jimmy frowned but accepted her declaration. Cindy knew exactly how to fly his hover-car, but she preferred the "normal" mode of transportation.

The three friends got their drinks, their appetizers, and their main courses, and they ate, drank, talked and had a blast as they caught-up on all the stories they had for each other—which were vastly numerous.

After their meal was done, Jimmy and Carl declared that they had to use the bathroom, and they promptly excused themselves. Cindy and Libby looked at them with strange expressions. Just as Jimmy was getting up, he realized that his fiancée was still planted firmly in her seat. "Hey, Cin, don't you have to go too? I mean, that iced tea must have really done a number on you." He suggested.

"No, actually, I'm good." she responded. Jimmy frowned at his failed attempt to remove his stubborn girlfriend from the table. After seeing Sheen's defeated face, the genius quickly hatched another plan to get her to move. He quickly knocked the remainder of her iced tea onto her dress pants, and stained them.

Cindy was shocked at the speed of his actions, and she was quite stunned. However, after her thoughts had cleared and she had gathered what had transpired, she looked up at her fiancée, completely enraged. "NEUTRON?! WHAT THE HEL—" she started, but was cut off by the swift motion that Jimmy took in escorting her away from the table.

"Whoops, looks like we've got to get that cleaned up!" Jimmy yelled at Sheen and Libby as he retreated way from them.

The two fiancées met Carl in the back of the restaurant, and he looked somewhat annoyed.

"It took you two long enough!" Carl exclaimed.

"Sorry Carl. She wouldn't move!" Jimmy defended himself.

Cindy waved a hand in front of the men, and simultaneously got both of their attention. "…Um, HELLO?! Just what the hell is going on?!" Cindy asked, now furious at being kept in the dark.

"Just watch." Jimmy responded.

"What's—" Cindy was cut off by Carl's simple explanation.

"Sheen's going to propose to Libby." he said.

After a moment of pause, Cindy responded. "WHAT?"

"SHHHHH!" they both tried to quite her down.

"…And no one decided to tell me, that my best friend was going to get the questioned popped to her?" Cindy asked, slightly little offended

"Sorry Cin, but we just figured that if you knew, then Libby would've known soon after as well, and we just couldn't have risked that." Jimmy replied.

"Hmmph. I can keep a secret to, 'ya know?" she responded, hastily, and she was clearly a little hurt by her fiancée's implications.

"Yeah, but not from Libby." Carl replied. Cindy had response to this; he was right: she couldn't keep a secret form Libby. There was silence now; with that last statement, their conversation had ended. With this new silence, the three friends turned to look at, and listen into, Libby and Sheen's conversation from their hidden vantage point.

Libby was wearing a confused expression on her beautiful face, and Sheen, surprisingly, looked completely composed. "…Okay… …That was… …That was weird." Libby commented, referring to her three friends' strange behavior.

Sheen looked directly at her, intent and determination clear on his face. He had thought long and hard about what he would say, and how he would say it. He was determined to do this right. He couldn't screw this up; he wouldn't let himself. His brown eyes pierced her own, and he cleared his throat. It was time. "Hey, Libs, I've got something to ask you." He said surely.

Libby arched an eyebrow at his tepidness. "…Um, okay Sheen, ask away…" she trailed off.

"Listen, I've got a proposal for you." he said, his confidence and seriousness increasing with every passing word.

"…Okay…" Libby was, once again, unsure of where he was going with this.

"Listen, I have an…an 'object' here with me—" Sheen was cut off by his girlfriend before he could finish.

"Sheen, I can't believe you! You brought one of your stupid action figures to—" Libby started, but now it was Libby who was cut off by Sheen—although he was thankful that she called it an action figure, and not a doll.

"No, no, no. Listen, Libby, I've got an 'object' here, a very beautiful object…" Sheen trailed off.

"Sheen, it still sounds like you're describing 'Ultra-Lord.'" Libby sated, raising an eyebrow.

Sheen chuckled at her perceptiveness. "No, I promise you Libs, it's not Ultra-Lord." Sheen assured her.

"…Um, okay… …I guess…"Libby trailed off, once again, at a loss for where he was going with this. "…So, uh, what's this 'proposal' of yours?" she asked him.

"It's quite simple, actually. This 'object' is so beautiful, that, in my personal opinion, it pales in comparison only to your beauty." Sheen said.

Libby was stunned by how sweet that comment was. "Awww, Sheen, that's so sweet. Thank you. But, um, what exactly, doe s this object have to do with—" she was cut off by Sheen's continued explanation.

"I'm getting to that. Look, the 'proposal' is this: when I show you the 'object,' and if you think it's as beautiful as I have described it, and ONLY IF, you think it's that beautiful then you have to do a favor for me, no matter what that favor is. Agree?" Sheen asked her.

"…Um… …Okay, I agree." she said, after a moment of intense thought.

Sheen took a deep breath. "…Okay. Here goes…" Sheen trailed off. He got up from his seat and got down one knee in front of his girlfriend. Libby's heart speed up and skipped a beat when she saw this. Sheen pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket, and he carefully, cautiously, opened it, revealing a beautiful engagement ring. Libby was speechless.

"Well, what do you think?" Sheen asked

After Libby's mind stopped racing, she was able to respond to her waiting boyfriend. "OH, SHEEN! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!" Libby exclaimed.

"As beautiful as I described?" Sheen asked hopefully.

Libby looked at him with tenderness in her eyes. "More beautiful."

Sheen smiled at this, and took it as cue to continue, but before he could, Libby interjected.

"Now, about that favor…" Libby trailed off.

"Well—and, remember now, you already agreed to it—it is a pretty big favor, but I promise, that if you let me, I'll make it worth your while." Sheen explained, smiling sheepishly.

"…Okay…" Libby trailed off.

"Liberty Danielle Folfax, will you marry me?" Sheen asked.

Libby was, once again speechless, but after a small amount of silence, she responded eagerly: "YES SHEEN! YES, I'LL MARRY YOU!" She responded, a single tear filling her left eye. Their three friends looked on with smiles on all of their faces, even Cindy who seemed to have forgotten all about the large alcohol-based stain on her expensive clothes.

A/N: Awww, wasn't THAT nice? Sheen can be a real sweetheart, when he wants to, can't he? …And, what do we have here: …It looks like Carl might be meeting HIS special someone soon as well. Now, I WARN you, the NEXT OneShot will NOT be romantic OR sweet; it will be GRITTY! The NEXT OneShot will be one (Of Probably MANY) stories about Baby Eddie's (AKA Dr. E's) experience(s) in the Cretaceous Period. I am just letting you know about that, and I just thought that I should give you heads-up… PLEASE R&R!