video log // dreamwastaken (sequel to start over)

Day - - - | The Big Question

Sunny hasn't been around long. Maybe about a month. Give or take a bit. I've been sending Nick to another state to get a ring made for her. Nick knows the two of us better than anyone else. I trust him to get exactly what I have envisioned. I could have asked my mom, but I felt like this would be more special.

It's clear from our pasts that no one compares when it comes to bond between Sunny and Nick. They have only gotten closer ever since her return. George still can't look at either of us without hurt showing in his eyes. No matter how much he tries to hide it. We both see through it.

It sucked because George had always been the closest to Nameless and I. He was the one we always knew would listen and lift our spirits. Especially when we couldn't talk to each other. He was still like that for us it just felt different.

Being that I couldn't talk to Sunny about the proposal, Nick was out of town a lot with ring stuff, my only option was to talk to George. Again I could have talked with my mom or even my sister who had grown extra close with Sunny, but I didn't want to. I wanted it to be a surprise to everyone.

I knock my knuckles against George's door and don't get a response. I decide to enter anyways and find him sat at his computer. His headphones are on and he's deeply concentrating on whatever he's doing.

I tap lightly on his shoulder and he pulls back one of the headphones and looks at me. I expect him to be annoyed, because he normally is when I bug him. But he's not. He's actually a bit excited to see me coming to him for something it seems.

"What's up?" He asks me, sliding both his headphones off and setting the pair onto his desk.

"So you know how Nick's been going out of town?" George nods his head. "Well it's to get a ring for Sunny. So I can propose." I let out a heavy breath. The weight of the world seeming to lift off my shoulders as I finally let the cat out of the bag.

"Wait really?" George's eyes widen in excitement. He stands up quickly and pulls me in for a hug. I relax in his arms because it feels like it's been ages since I've felt his comfort. It has clearly been missed.

"I'm so nervous. I don't know what to do." I huff out in a sigh, releasing the hug I so badly needed.

"You know her best." George affirms. It's not the answer I want. I go to speak to agree but he cuts me off before I can. "But she's also shared a lot with me as well." He smiles.

This is more like what I want. His ideas will definitely help me figure out what to do. I know I could have asked Nick but I want George just as involved in this. He doesn't deserve to be shut out because we all got fucked by a shit situation.

"You know what I honestly think she'd enjoy?" I nod my head for George to continue on. "I think if you just ask one night at a dinner that she will love it. Just the four of us. Or even bring your family over. I think it would be perfect."

George was right. Sunny didn't need extravagant. Nor did I think she wanted it. We had made our lives so simple that over the top things triggered us. They made us want to run away. Simple was the best way to do it. It fit us quite well.

George and I sat for hours talking. It almost felt like this news completely fixed our friendship back to how it had always been. George had more joy than I had seen in months. He was truly happy and excited that the people he cared about were finally going to be okay. And maybe if we were okay, he would be as well.

I was wrong in keeping George out of it from the beginning. We could have been close like this so much sooner if I had just opened up and been honest. It was fine though because I couldn't change what had already been done. I could only improve what was to come. That's what Nameless, now Sunny, had always preached.

Never regret the past only look forward because what's the point on dwelling on something you cannot change. It's the only way she was able to get through the hell life had put her through. No one deserved that trauma, but she found a way to make the best of it. We all needed to be a little more like her, and less like ourselves. The world would be a better place that way.

As George and I plan, Sunny returns home and our planning gets cut short. I still had time, there would be more opportunities to bond like this with George again. I was happier than I had been in awhile and Sunny could tell. I smiled brighter, looked happier, was a better person to be around. And that in turn made her all those things as well.

"I'm glad you're spending time with George again." She rests her head on my shoulder as we cuddle in bed.

"We just needed to figure out shit out." I chuckle and plant a kiss to the top of her head. "I hope the two of you can get back there as well. I know it's hard but..." I shrug slightly, "I hope everything goes back to how it was."

"If it doesn't that's okay too." She assures me. "We went through trauma. None of us should be the same. I mean I wear my scars. I can't hide them. Other people may focus on that making it hard to move on. All that matters is you have each other back." She looks up at me and places a gentle kiss to my jaw.

"Always so kind to everyone else." I smile down at her.

She snuggles back up into me not saying anymore. It was fact, she knew it was. There was no way she'd be able to convince me otherwise. As she lays in my arms, I can't help but picture the way she'll look when I ask her to be my wife.

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Why is this not the cutest shit ever. Hello?! Dream going to his best friends to help with a proposal. I'm sorry. GIVE ME THIS BEAN. PLEASE.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this cute moment as much as I do.

Much love, Ashley