She said...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
For xxemoxbfsxx(aka Lydia)'s challenge.
A romantic story... way on the lighter side, which is un-usual for me. o.O lol.
My list of words is..... *drumroll*
Suppose
Requite
Broad
Heart
Response
Propose
Presistant
Sky
Fire
Stake

Submitted: June 16, 2008

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His hands were shaking from the nerves as he rang her doorbell, he couldn't believe he was doing this. Suppose she thought it was too soon, suppose she was actually planning to break up with him, supposed she was just leading him along with the intention of breaking his heart, or suppose she was only in it for the sex. He shook his head, trying to get those disturbing thoughts out of his mind, he had to know. He had to know if his love was requited. Yes, he had to, and he had to tonight.

"Hey Charlie." She opened the door, greeting him with a broad smile. She looked absolutely stunning, her hair pinned at the nape of her neck, with soft tendrils curling delicately around her face. Her tight black cocktail dress was simple, but elegant beyond words, and flattered her tiny frame. He knew she would be turning heads the entire night, and he would be the proud man to put his arm around her. "I'm all ready, shall we go?" He nodded, unable to speak, and she grabbed her purse from a small table and closed the door softly behind her as she stepped out beside him.

"Lets." He forced the words out as a natural smile came to his face, just from the feeling of her being close to him. It was amazing how just her presence made him feel like that. She slipped her arm through his, flashing another heartstopping smile up at him, almost as if she knew something special (well more special than should be expected on a one year anniversary.) was about to happen. It was their one year anniversary, and he was taking her out to the fanciest restaurant in town. But that wasn't what made him nervous.

They hopped into his car and drove to the restaurant with out any major events. Thank god, he thought, I don't think I can take any more stress. There wasn't much conversation, but that was ok, they were both comforable with the silence. It was something they shared that no one else seemed to quite understand. Everyone else seemed to try and fill the silence with mindless chatter, something that irritated the both of them. It was one of the many reasons for him loving her.

Charlie had called the restaurant a couple days before, just to make sure that their romantic evening (plus all of his carefully constructed plans) would go perfectly. It was the most romantic thing he could think of, a little cliche maybe, but still very romantic. He'd planned it all out down to the last cheesey detail, and he could hardly wait for her response. But at the same time he was totally dreading it.

You see Charlie was propose that very night, and all he could think of was, what will happen if she says no. They made it to the restaurant in what seemed like no time at all. No! No! He wasn't ready to do this yet. He forced his hands to shut off the car, and open the door, and then with considerable more effort he forced his legs out the door and pushed him self off the seat. God he hoped that matre d' wasn't overly persistant. He'd been some places where they never shut up. He didn't think he could handle that right now.

"Your Mr.Evens, oui?" The matre d' greeted them in a ridiculous french accent.

"Yes, I most certainly am." He smiled. Soon it would be Mr. AND Mrs.Evens... hopefully...

"Right this way sir." He bowed low and escorted us up to the second level of the restaurant. There was only three tables up here, and the walls were totally made of glass, allowing for an absolutely breathtaking view of the night sky. They were the only people up there other than the matre d'. "Your champagne." The matre d' handed them to glasses filled with bubbly sweet champagne. Charlie could see clearly see the ring in the bottom of her glass. "Will there be anything else?"

Charlie shook his head no, and the matre d' dissapeared. They stood there for a moment just looking at the view before she took a sip of her champagne and noticed the sparkly diamond ring at the bottom of her glass. She grabbed a fork of the table and fished it out with a speed and grace that surprised him and then set her glass down, switching her open-mouthed stare from the ring to Charlie. He slowly got down on one knee, his eyes never once leaving her face.

"Anna, theres something you need to know. I have fallen madly in love with you. The way you talk, the way you move, the way you look at me when your frusterated, the way you have to know everything, the way you dance around your room listening to Jesse McCartney every morning." She blushed slightly. "You have set my world on fire and I want it to stay that way forever. I'm stakeing out my claim on your heart. Please say you'll be mine, forever. Marry me?"

She looked at him in shock for a few minutes. "Oh my god, YES!!" His face broke out in a huge smile as he watched the tears of joy flow down her face. He slipped the ring on her finger, and stood up, wrapping his arms around her in the biggest hug he'd ever given anyone in his life. She'd said yes.


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