Wow okay, there's so many imagines I forgot I had to do (this being one of them) and I'm so sorry. I'm going through messages trying to find them all and get them done so if you're waiting bear with me.
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I put my hand on the counter in my bathroom to stop it from shaking. This night was special, insanely special. It was only a movie but I could tell Josh had something up his sleeve. I wanted to dress up, I wanted to do my hair, I wanted to do extravagant evening makeup because I knew he was planning something, but he didn't know I knew so of course I couldn't. I had to dress like I was going to a movie.
I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, thinking about tonight. Of course, I didn't know what exactly Josh had planned, but I had a feeling it was something. The whole day, he had been giddy about our date, and Matt had seemed sly about something. It really bothered me that I couldn't figure it out though. After all, Josh and I had been dating for four years, there was hardly anything we could keep from each other, and here he was, getting away with a surprise even though he knew I didn't like surprises.
Finally leaving my bedroom, I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. Get a grip Isabella, I told myself. you don't NEED to know what's happening. You'll find out in due time. Just relax and enjoy your date. But no matter how many times I told myself, my mind wandered back to Josh's giddiness, Matt's sly smile when asking about my date, Mike and Ian snickering in the back. Everyone knew, it had to be something big. What the hell could he be planning?!
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I picked up my phone just as Josh texted me to say he's on his way up. I put on my shoes, grabbed a sweater and took one last look in the mirror before leaving my apartment and locking the door. As I was pulling the key out of the lock a familiar voice startled me.
"Hey babe!" Josh siad, as he approached my apartment.
I chuckled. "Hey!" He kissed me on the cheek and took my hand, sending butterflies into my stomach and causing little sparks to prick my hand. After four years, he still drove me crazy just from holding my hand.
"You ready to go?"
"No, I locked my door just to inconvenience you when I need to go back in and get something." I said sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Oh.. whatever Iz. You know what I meant."
We walked, hand in hand, down to the parking lot and got into his car. The drive to the movie theatre was short and quiet, other than the radio playing quietly. When we got to the theatre, Josh got tickets while I got popcorn and drinks. We had figured out it worked best when I went for snacks because he always wanted popcorn but sometimes I couldn't figure out what I wanted.
We met at the entrance to the theatre. Josh smiled at me and took his drink, showing the usher our tickets. We entered the theatre and found seats.
Overall, the movie, an insanely weird rom-com drama mix, was unimpressive. It was one of those movies that were good for a few laughs, or to kill time, but you'd never actually see the DVD in a store and decide to buy it and watch it all day. Josh and I left the theatre, blinking at the street lights that seemed much brighter than before the movie. Half-blinded, I started making my way towards the car, but Josh grabbed my hand and steered me away. We walked in silence to an abandoned, run-down jewellery shop.
Once upon a time, I had worked at that very shop. About five years ago, when we first met. It was Mother's Day and he came in, in a rush, to get something for his mom. He had explained to me that he'd been out of town and didn't have time until that day to get anything, he said he needed something like a necklace that wasn't overly simple but not outrageously expensive. It took twenty minutes for him to make up his mind, going with a single sapphire, encrusted into a silver heart, on a thin silver chain. He thanked me for the help and left, returning the next day to ask my name and ask if we could hang out. I worked there for three years before the business went bankrupt and closed down.
I had all but forgotten the store was this close to the theatre, and nostalgia washed over me as I looked up at the faded sign that read Elegance At It's Finest, which was both the store's name and it's slogan. I looked away from the sign and looked up at Josh. His eyes looked darker than usual. More intense. That's what I loved about blue eyes, they always changed with the person's mood. Compared to my boring greenish-blue eyes, Josh's pure blue ones were magical. He looked at me, his eyes roaming over every feature of my face and staying there. I could tell he was taking everything in. My eyes, my nose, my lips, my brown and gold hair, with the faded blue in my bangs. I did the same to him. Something about this moment screamed that it had to be remembered.
Josh shifted his weight and started to speak, "Before this place closed down, like literally the day before, I went in when you weren't working and bought something. I don't know why I did, I wasn't even sure it would ever come to use but I'm glad I did because this store seemed to be what made us. Without this store, I feel like we wouldn't be where we are today, which is not coincidentally outside the remains of this store. Isabella, I love you with every fiber of my being. Every breath, every touch, every smile, it's all for you. I've known you for five years, dated you for four, you've been my best friend since the beginning and will be until the end. I've never given thought about this with any other girl, I never thought this would be me one day, but it is. Isabella, I'm asking you, will you come with me to the end of our lives? Will you promise that your life and my life will become entangled from here on out," He knelt down, on one knee, pulling a small black box from his pocket. It was here that I started crying, "Will you marry me?"
I was not speechless, I was not frozen in place. It shocked even me how I reacted, which was by screaming my agreement and hugging him tightly, my arms wrapping around his neck as he got up. He hugged back and I sobbed profusely for a good three minutes. People walked by, confused, annoyed, and some even looked a little pissed, but I didn't care. I knew tonight would be special, just not this special.
I was engaged.
I was getting married.
I, Isabella, of plain brown hair, plain facial features, plain body and plain height, was engaged to Josh Ramsay, of extraordinary height, looks, kindness, and love.
Josh Ramsay proposed to me. I agreed. I promised to spend the rest of my life with him. And for once, since I agreed to hang out with him on that one day five years ago, I made a decision that I did not, and never would, regret.
