Still Undecided

Proposal

Arianne's POV:

Mackenzie had asked me out for breakfast the next day and soon after we began dating exclusively. Before I knew it, a few months had gone by, then a year, then two, and I wondered if he was ever going to pop the question. We were going to be 30 in a few years and my grandmother had always said that if you weren't settled down by 30, with a couple of kids running around, that there really wasn't much point in living. As morbid as that sounds, I was starting to think she was right. Maybe a family was just not in the cards for me. Or maybe Mackenzie was scared I couldn't handle his lifestyle. I was used to the concert-touring-never being home and always on the road thing when it came to Avalon, and we had still managed to stay close all these years. But I guess it would be different if you were married to the person, I had to admit. I would have to tend to the house and the bills while he was gone. I would have to endure pity looks from happy couples as they could tell I wished I had what they had. I would have to come home every night to an empty bed. It would be like being single and all alone, without actually being single and all alone. I wasn't sure I could handle that. Maybe I should just break it off and we can go our separate ways, I thought. Maybe that would be what's best for everyone.

Mackenzie POV: These last few years had been the best few years of my life and I couldn't wait for what was to come. While Ari was out with some of her friends from work, I called up my old friend Trent. "Hey man, long time no hear", he said on the other line. "What have you been up to? Still seeing that girl?" he asked. "Arianne. Her name is Arianne, and she's not just that girl, I snapped. "Right, Arianne, I'm sorry man", Trent apologized. "You know I've never been good with names". That's true, I thought, when we first met on Idol, it took me a week to convince him my name wasn't Matthew. "Anyways, I need your help", I told him. "I'm going to propose to Ari soon and I need your help picking out a ring". Trent had taken a break from music and gotten a job as a jewelry salesman so I knew he could help me. "Sure thing", he said. "Great! Can you meet me at Rapattoni's Jewelers at 4:30?", I asked. "See you then", he said and we hung up the phone.

4:30 came and I made my way to the jewelers down the street. Trent was waiting for me on a bench outside. We did the usual bro-hug thing and walked inside. Trent walked over to a specific counter and I followed his lead. "These are the ones you DONT want", he told me. These are cubic zirconia and while they're sure pretty, they're fake and a girl can spot them just like she can spot fake boobs on a chick". Trent always did have the weirdest comparisons for things. "$600", read one of the fake ones. "$600 for a fake ring? I'm going to have sell my kidneys on the black market for a real one if a fake is that price", I thought to myself. "That's the price you pay for love", Trent told me, like he was reading my thoughts. "Come over here," he said as he walked towards another counter and once again, I followed. "Now these, are the real McCoy.", he told me. Any of these will make her scream like an elementary school girl who just discovered a worm crawling on her." Again with the comparisons. Sometimes I wondered why I was friends with such a goober. But he was my friend and I'm glad I had him on days like today because I knew nothing about jewelry. Especially not engagement rings. Trent helped me pick out a 24K Rose Gold ring with a diamond in it. "$2500.86", the guy at the counter told me. I sighed as I handed him the bills equaling out to $2600. "No refunds remember, so if she doesn't say yes, well tough luck, bud.", the guy said I as I walked towards the exit. How encouraging.