"When I saw that scar, I knew it had to be you... my sweet little Bea."
"It's Bethany, not 'Bea'."
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Bethany Richardson. A high schooler librarian and nerd.
Maxwell Judy. Another high schooler whose known for his bad-boy-like attitude.
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Read to fi...
I pulled her up the hill. At the top, I prepared a lunch date. Paper lanterns were strung across the tree's branches. The picnic blanket was laid out, with a basket filled with drinks and food on top.
Before I sat, I made sure the ring was in my pocket. Goodness, I'm nervous!
We sat down, ate, laughed and talked. Seeing her smile was the best thing about her smile. I can't wait to see that smile for the rest of my life.
I looked at the time. 2:30. It was time.
"Bea..."
"Yes, Max?"
"I wanna show you something."
I grabbed her hand and I brought her to the side of the hill. Then told her to look up. I hired a blimp to project the words, ''Willyoumarryme, Bethany?''.
Once she looked up, our families gathered around and I bent down, and opened the box.
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Once she turned around, a smile and tears appeared.
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"Bethany Richardson, I loved you for 21 years. Even if we were apart for most of that time, I never stopped loving you. Even now, I will never stop loving you. Bethany, will you marry me?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am."
"Then that's my answer!"
"Really?!"
She nodded. I got up and slid the ring on her finger. We hugged and kissed. Everyone was cheering and hollering.
