Friends: Surprise

Part 13

“Sydney!”
“What’s the big deal!? It’s not like we did it in your bed!”
You recoil at the very thought of that, a horrified look overcoming your face as you look at your sister. You’d cornered her after another glass of wine, and now the two of you were standing on the balcony discussing her tryst with a person you consider to be a very close friend.

Although not at the moment.
Right now you’d rather drown him in the punch bowl.
“You can’t just sleep with him!”
“Why not? You haven’t called dibs on him, you’re with his best friend! Calm down!” Sydneys exasperated; way to fucking spill the beans, loser, she thinks, glaring back at the glass doors where the party continued without the two of you.
“Is this going to be a problem for when you come up?” you demand, your hands on your hips. “Are you going to actually focus and work hard during your internship or am I gonna have to watch you run off to go fuck him?”
Sydney scowls.
You’re such a drama queen!
“It was like a one time thing! It’s not going to happen again,” she wrinkles her nose. “He didn’t even last that long.”
“Sydney!” You didn’t need to know that!
“Well he didn’t, I’m not gonna pretend he was good! Yeesh. Why would I wanna hook up with a guy, even if he’s hot in that weird goth way, if he can’t even hold out another few minutes? No thanks.” She waves her hand dismissively. “Totally a one time thing.”
You eye her uncertainly. 
You don’t know if you can believe her or not.
You want too.
Although knowing that about Devin made you feel a little awkward. 
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose; you don’t want to have to deal with this anymore. You’d had too many glasses of wine now and all you want to do is curl up and sleep until next week.
You’re gonna let Sydney handle this drama on her own.
And how does Devin feel?
Does he want it to be a one time thing?
Does he want more with your bitchy little sister?
You hope not.
That would certainly be a disaster. 
And what if —?
“You used a condom, right?”
“(Y/N)!”
“Please tell me you did!”
“Of course we did! How stupid do you think I am? Sabrinas the only one stupid enough to get knocked up out of the three of us so far!” she huffs, hunching where she stands, the outside cold starting to get to her now. “I can’t believe you’d ask me that!”
“I just wanted to make sure you were taking precautions,” you mutter, crossing your arms defensively, your cheeks growing warm. “I don’t want another niece or nephew yet, and especially not one with Devin!”
Sydney rolls her eyes.
Like whatever.
She didn’t even want kids.
“(Y/N), you’re like freaking out over nothing, okay? It was just a quickie for fun, and it wasn’t even that good. Honestly I’m a little disappointed, I thought band guys would be great,” she frowns, a little put out. How was she supposed to tell her friends she hooked up with a guy from a successful band and it was a let down?
Not the entire thing, though.
He’d started off great, especially when he’d been kneeling down, his hands grasping her thighs and keeping them open while his tongue —.
Ohhh.
Her cheeks heat at the memory.
Now that had been good.
Maybe they just hadn’t had enough time?
And maybe he was better with his tongue and hands then his dick, some guys were just like that. 
But she’s definitely not going to tell you any of that, she could tell you had had one glass off into the tipsy zone and she damn sure didn’t want to start a fight at your surprise engagement party.
She’d feel like shit over it.
She glances over towards the glass again, seeing Chris had migrated through the crowd and was hovering at the doors with an incredibly anxious expression on his pale, scary face.
Don’t worry, I’m not fucking up, Sydney thinks, seeing his hands in his pockets.
Oh.
Wait.
Did he want to propose out here?
Like now?
Shit!
“I’m gonna go inside,” Sydney says suddenly, unaware if you’d been talking or not. “I think Chris wants to talk to you and I’m getting cold anyway.”
“But —.”
“See ya!”
You scowl as Sydney takes off, opening the balcony doors and darting into the warm interior of the decorated apartment, light music spilling out into the chilly night.
Chris steps out after her, giving you a crooked smile as he tries to see how your mood is now.
Did you need prepping?
Could he propose?
If he waits any longer the box will be ruined by how many times he keeps touching it and swirling it in his sweaty hands.
He can’t remember a time when he’d been so nervous and jittery — not since he’d first started performing.
Fuck, he had to do this now before he just broke down and grabbed you and thrust the ring on your finger and just told you the two of you were getting married.
“Hey,” he says lightly, clearing his throat as he joins you at the railing, you leaning against it as you look out over the city lights, shivering slightly in the cold breeze but not wanting to go back inside. It was too smothering in there and after that conversation with Sydney — you definitely need some air.
God 
You don’t even know what was wrong with your family.
“Hey,” you respond, giving him a crooked smile. “Need some air too?”
“Getting a bit crowded in there, yeah,” Chris shrugs, nervously leaning beside you. “You okay?”
“Fine, why?”
“Your conversation with Sydney didn’t look very chill.”
You groan, rubbing your eyes.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with her! I mean, Devin!”
Chris represses a smile. “I can’t even argue, I don’t see it either. I mean, that hair — and don’t even get me started on his stupid outfit.”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t be an ass, Chris.”
He chuckles, reaching over to clasp your fingers tightly in his. You both stand for a few moments in amicable silence, just enjoying being together in the cool air. Chris looks at you out of the corner of his eye, seeing the relaxed slant of your shoulders, how loosely you hold your wine glass in your free hand.
This was the time.
This was his chance!
It was either now or some very awkward, spontaneous moment later that would probably embarrass you both because he was impatient.
“So… Where do you see us in a couple years?” he asks as casually as he can manage, swallowing his nerves quickly.
“What do you mean?” you glance up at him, swishing the liquid in your glass.
“I mean, where do you see us? Still dating? Moved in together? Maybe…. Married?”
“Married?” you send him an amused look. “Us?”
“Yeah. What’s wrong with that?” he looks uncomfortable. 
“You realize that would mean we’re together forever right? No take backs?”
He snorts. “I wouldn’t take anything back, you mean too much to me.”
You smile at him, feeling your cheeks tinge red.
You know that.
Now.
“But seriously,” Chris presses as he turns serious eyes to yours, his fingers tightening their grip as he turns to face you. “Would you want to marry me one day?”
Well that’s… A loaded question.
But one you find yourself not hesitating to answer. 
“Yes.”
You love Chris, you have for so long now it’s a second nature. You’ve always been there for him, supported him in whatever endeavor or crazy idea he had since you were kids. You love him because he makes you laugh, makes the world seem a little brighter when it had started to darken for you. He’d swooped in just at the right time when you’d thought everything was starting to be hopeless and hadn’t left your side since.
So of course you’d marry him.
In a heartbeat.
You just….
Your eyes linger on his lips as they break into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, and his hands eagerly clasp yours as he draws you closer to him, pulling your knuckles up for a kiss.
You’d just relieved him more then he could ever explain. He’d been worrying since he’d gotten the ring that you would reject him, that you would shake your head and step away from him, leave him because you weren’t ready or felt he was pushing — you always scolded him for being too pushy.
He hopes you don’t think so now.
“(Y/N).”
“What?” you stare up at him, frowning at his overly earnest expression. His grip was starting to make your fingers ache, but he wouldn’t let you wiggle out of it, a determined look on his face.
“I love you.” he states, hazel eyes catching yours and not letting you look away. “With everything I have. You mean so much to me, I would do anything for you. I —,” he takes a deep breath, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, every single morning I want to wake up and roll over and see your face — or at least know you’re there. I want to listen to your day and come home to you and take you places and —.” 
The speech he’d rehearsed vigorously in his head was starting to turn into a long ramble, but there was just so much he wants to say at once! All the things he loves about you — even the ones he didn’t — he couldn’t imagine —-.
Fuck!
He just needs to do this!
He could tell by your expression you were getting concerned, maybe thinking someone had slipped something into his drink or hit his head.
“Chris,” your voice is unsure. “Why are you telling me this?”
He sighs, and runs a hand through his already messed hair. He didn’t need to fuck this up before he even got started.
He was just gonna have to do it.
He takes a deep breath, and your eyes widen to saucers as he slowly lowers down to one knee in front of you, still clasping your hand in his clammy one. You feel your lips part wordlessly before the hand once holding wine presses against them in shock.
Was he doing what you thought he was doing!?
Was he — was he proposing to you?
For marriage????
Oh my god!
He was!
You can feel your heart start to hammer in your chest, becoming the only sound you can hear as Chris reaches inside the pocket of his jacket, producing a velvety box into the night.
“Chris —!” You gasp, unable to move or say any other word.
You just stare at him, frozen.
“I love you, (Y/N),” he says, smiling warmly up at you. “And I want to make sure you know how much. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, good or bad or fucked up or whatever,” he shakes his head, his own heart beating a million miles a minute. “I can’t live without you now. Marry me, (Y/N). Please.”
He was fucking serious.
You stare down at him, feeling words enter your throat and choke you. Your hand is pressed so tightly against your lips you’re not sure he would have heard you speaking even if you’d tried.
This wasn’t a joke.
He was serious.
Oh my god!
“(Y/N),” Chris lightly shakes the hand he’s still holding nervously when you don’t speak. “Will you marry me?”
Of course you would!
Of course!
All you can do is bob your head yes, still so choked you can’t say another word, a dampness entering your eyes you were trying to ignore.
Chris beams, and he rises to his feet, a smile on his face you’d never seen before.
“I love you,” he murmurs, lightly pulling your hand from your face. He leans down to kiss your trembling lips, and your hands curl into his jacket sleeves. You return his kiss for all your worth, feeling a smile finally make it to your lips.
​He wants to marry you!
​He loves you!
​He —!​​​​​​
“You fucking idiot, what about the ring!?”
Huh?
You and Chris both look over, and you feel your face flame as you see everyone was gathered at the glass doors — had they been watching the entire time!? 
What the hell!?
“Oh,” Chris hesitates, remembering the box still clutched in his hand.
Right.
You probably wanted to see it.
Devin was at the front of the crowd, his arms crossed in irritation as he watched Chris propose like the fucktard he was. He’d gotten on the knee but he’d totally messed up the speech he’d rehearsed to the guys all week and he’d forgotten to show you the ring! 
Of course, you hadnt seemed to care at all.
Chris probably could have proposed with an actual orange carrot and you would have accepted.
You two were idiots.
But you were made for each other.
Your mother is already crying somewhere in the background, and the round of applause and cheers were defeating as everyone celebrated; no one had doubted that you’d say yes, it had been a no-brainer. Everyone had been more interested in seeing the ring and how badly Chris could fuck up.
Which is a lot.
Devin smiles as he sees you gasp when Chris actually opens the box, the expensive ring shimmering in the city lights. Chris smiles at you, one that was reserved fully for you and shown to no one else. He carefully takes the ring out, lifting your pale, shaking hand into his as he slips it onto the appropriate finger.
There.
Now the two of you were officially engaged.
Our work here is done, Devin thinks with a smile, his arms crossed as he watches you throw you arms around Chris and kiss him passionately, so much Devin actually decides to look away and close the balcony curtains so you could have some privacy.
You’re both still idiots.
~~~~
“It’s beautiful!” Your mother gasps as she wrenches your hand closer to her face, the ring shimmering brilliantly beneath all the lights. “It must have cost a fortune!”
You have no idea. You do agree it’s beautiful, although a tad over the top and gaudy for your normal self. You love it regardless, especially since Chris had picked it and the words engraved in the band… Every time you look at the ring you’ll know how much Chris loves you.
“It’s is nice,” Sydney agrees, eyeing the stone the size of Pennsylvania. “How can he afford it? Does he really make that much with his music and stuff?”
Again, you have no idea. You’d never asked Chris about his finances or the like, you felt it wasn’t any of your business. 
You just shrug, still a little lost.
Your makeup was slightly smeared around your eyes where you’d cried a little, Chris brushing and kissing away your happy tears with words you already can’t remember. He’d been so sweet and patient as you’d blubbered how much you loved him too and the like.
He’d known you would have said yes.
You’re pretty sure everyone did.
But how could you not?
Your eyes ghost across the room to where Chris stands with his mother, laughing at something she was saying and nodding in agreement. He hadn’t stopped smiling since he’d proposed, a goofy smirk on his face whenever you glanced at him.
So this surprise party had really turned out to be your engagement party.
Chris had put a lot of effort into making sure things went smoothly.
You feel even more foolish now for accusing him of going to dump you and seeing someone else; actually, you’re more then feeling foolish, you’re mortified. 
Here he’d been working so hard getting everything perfect for you, and all you’d done was be a complete bitch to him and try to start a fight.
How could he want to marry someone like you? 
No, now wasn’t the time to doubt yourself or his intentions! Obviously he loves you and wants the world to know it!
Damn.
His fans were going to have a shit storm over this.
You bite your lip as you look down at your hand; it was absolutely impossible to miss the glittering stone on your finger, it would be the first thing anyone noticed about you.
That you were married, officially taken and off the market.
An honest woman, as Devin had whispered playfully in your ear while hugging you after you and Chris had stepped back inside. He still smelled like your sisters perfume, so the punch to his arm was for his joke and for sleeping with her.
Gross.
You wrinkle your nose.
“Where’s Sabrina?” you ask, glancing around when you don’t see her; she’d been hovering with Sydney and your mother all night, it was odd she’d disappeared. She’d congratulated you of course, albeit around a yawn and with tired eyes, but it had been sincere.
She had even ogled your ring for a moment, joking if you were ever wanting to buy a small island there would be your cash.
“She’s asleep on the couch,” Sydney shrugs, crossing her arms. “She’s a bit of a lightweight and she was tired anyway so she passed out.”
“Sydney!” Your mother’s voice is immediately scolding.
“Well she is!” Sydney huffs, frowning. “We’re gonna have to carry her back to the car!”
Poor Sabrina.
Having a baby really wore her out.
Your eyes flick to Chris again, searching him out in the crowd and finding him with his band, all of them laughing and patting his shoulders.
Babies….
You suppose you have to think about it now, huh? You had said you might earlier that day…
Shit.
Were you gonna have to Have babies because of this!?