Ross Lynch Imagines

Proposal

   Soft jazz music played in the background, drowning out the hushed voices of guests sitting nearby your table. You twirled your fork in the delicious entrée you had ordered; pasta. The noodles were cooked to perfection, the marina sauce was the absolute scrumptious combination of sweet and spicy, and there just had to be a hint of some ingredient you could not decipher, but made the entire meal rather amazing. Whomever the chef of this lavish five-star restaurant was–they obviously had visited Italy in person and learned from the greatest culinary school existing.

  "Enjoying your food?" A nervous voice brought you out of your mouth-watering state. You peered across the white-clothed table, a crooked smile creviced upon his pink lips, his light blonde hair sophisticatedly jelled back, his honey eyes sparkling, and his black blazer neatly ironed. Your boyfriend looked so handsome tonight (he always does) and he had definitely spiffed up a bit for the occasion. You had too, of course. You were wearing your most presentable dress and heels, your makeup done professionally (well, by your best friend...), as well as your hair.

"I am," you were late in replying to Ross's question. "It's so good, isn't it?"

"Mmm," Ross hummed, his eyes diverting everywhere except for your face. All night he had been acting kind of strange. For instance, avoiding eye contact, stammering over his words, nervously tapping his foot underneath the table, and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. He was anxious about something, but you sided against questioning his behavior since you did not want to get into an argument, which would ruin this amazing date.

You two had been dating for nearly three years now and rarely do you go on such extravagant dates like this, so you wanted to keep things going easy and sweet.

"This place isn't too much, right?" Ross bursts out again, his eyes glued on his pasta twirling around his fork.

"Are you kidding me?" You gasped in awe. "Ross, this place is amazing! I mean yes, I do feel awful you feel like you have to impress me by taking me to such an amazing place...I would have been fine with just pizza–but this is so very lovely. Thank you, Ross." You reached your hand across the table, intertwining your fingers with his.

Everything you said was true and you meant it. The restaurant was so beautiful. Lovely background music playing, the dimmed lights creating a special mood, the mahogany walls, the velvety carpeting, the large, shimmery chandelier dangling from the ceiling in the centre of the room, the plush seats, and the beautiful centerpiece on each table... This place was absolutely meant for sophisticated, wealthy people. It was so romantic and relaxing, though.

  "O-okay," Ross mumbled.

You pursed your lips together, pondering on why he was acting this way. Do not get yourself wrong, you found his nervous side quite adorable at times, but it worried you slightly. Perhaps he was not enjoying this date as much as you were–maybe you were too boring for him.

  "Ross," you stated clearly, picking up the crystalline glass filled with sparkling champagne by its long stem.

"Hmm?" He hums, still avoiding eye contact.

"What is up with you tonight?" You asked before taking a sip of expensive champagne.

"What do you mean?" Ross frowned, his eyebrows knitted together.

"You've been acting strange," you say bluntly. "Is everything okay?"

  "Oh yeah," Ross quickly nodded. "Everything's fine, it's just..."

  "Just what?"

"Uh–it's nothing," he heaved a sigh. "Don't worry about it."

"It?" You questioned curiously. "Ross, please just tell me, yeah? Obviously something is bothering you and I hope I can help you with whatever it is..."

  "I don't want to ruin it," Ross says quietly.

  "What, tonight?" You interrogated. "Ross, you can't possibly ruin this amazing night with any–"

"No, Y/N," Ross exhales deeply. "I am not only talking about tonight..."

  "Then what is it?"

"I am worried I will ruin us," he elaborates. You slowly shift in your chair unsurely, feeling suddenly queasy about what may or may not be bothering your boyfriend.

  "How could you ruin us?" You asked nervously. "Ross...please don't tell me you cheated–"

"God, no!" Ross exclaims loudly, causing disturbed glares in your direction. "No, no, no, no! I meant nothing like that, I–no."

"Okay, good," you exhaled in relief. "Please just tell me? It'll be a lot easier if you just say it..."

He pondered for a few moments before nodding slowly.

"Okay, yeah..." Before uttering anything else, Ross languidly rose from his chair, maneuvering around to your side of the table. He towered above you nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "Uh...I g-guess I'll just um, s-say it, then."

"Okay." You shifted in your seat, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths to prepare yourself for what may or may not ruin your relationship. "Go ahead."

"Y/N," Ross said sincerely. "I had rehearsed an entire speech several times, but the words have seemed to vanish from my mind because it is now blank... But basically, you make my world so very happy, freeing, and beautiful. We have been in love for so much time now and I know it sounds cliché, but I don't even remember my life before I met you. You just completely flipped it upside down and I realized I don't want to find out what that life was before you. I only want you–which means I want forever with you..."

  Your breath hitched in your throat as Ross kneels down in front of you on one knee, his hand disappearing inside the pocket of his blazer for a moment to pick out a tiny black-squared box. A gasp escaped your lips and at this moment every person in this restaurant was watching you guys in suspense.

"Y/F/N," Ross announced your full name. "Will you marry me? I know I didn't ask your father for his hand in–"

"Yes!" You cut off his nervous ramble, only wanting to confirm infinity with him. You wanted to live together, marry, have kids, grow old together, and just spend a lifetime as one... You were tired of being and feeling alone. "Yes, I'll marry you..."

"Really?" He shot up from his knees, his eyes sparkling in excitement.

"Yes," you breathed.

  "Oh my god!" Ross engulfs you in his arms for a tight embrace, peppering kisses all over your face until his lips meet yours. You smile into the somewhat emotional and loving kiss, feeling euphoria waver all over your body. You were in absolute bliss. Clapping surrounds you, the audience from earlier still standing by.

  Ross pulls away to place the diamond engagement ring on your left ring-finger, confirming that you two were officially fiancées. It was all exciting, new, and romantic. Of course down the road it will get windy, but for now you wanted to enjoy this beautiful moment with your fiancé.

"How would this ruin us?" You asked with glassy eyes and a wide grin.

"I was worried you would think I was taking things too fast..." Ross laughs at his own stupid worrying.

  "Of course not," you shake your head. "Ross, I am so deeply in love you. You may drive me insane, but I want you."

  "You drive me crazier," Ross giggles teasingly.

"Just kiss me again," you growl jokingly.

"Hmm," Ross hums in fake thought. "Obliged," he says before crashing his lips on yours again.

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Cheesy, yayyyyyy! But very much needed.

Hope you like it! Xoxo

~yours truly <3