The Boy With The Golden Heart

2nd Date

Scott POV

This date was special.

Very special.

Because this date was the date that I was going to propose to Mitch.

He was about to die in like, 3 weeks.

I had to do it now or never.

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Mitch POV

Scott told me he had a special date for me and to wear something comfy.

I put on some leggings and a sweater, which is basically what I wore all the time now.

I put on some light makeup and got a brush out to brush my hair back into a small bun.

While I was combing, I felt something tickle my back.

I quickly froze and looked down at the ground.

I dropped the brush as I looked at the hair on the ground.

More hair fell from the brush as I dropped it and I choked out a sob.

I quickly wiped my tears not wanting to ruin my makeup or Scott's surprise, but it was too late.

Scott came running into the room.

"Mitchie are y- Your hair.. it's falling out already?" he asked.

I nodded and a few strands of my soft baby hair fell to the ground again.

"Oh, baby. Nobody cares about that. You'll still be beautiful in my eyes and their eyes. If not, screw them. Who cares what they think?"

"Not me" I said, repeating what Scott had said the day before.

"Exactly, you look fine. Now, this date isn't gonna wait all day!"

***

He had put a blindfold on me and was currently holding my hand in the car.

"Are we there yet?" I asked.

"Yep!" Scott said and soon enough I felt the car stop.

I heard the door open and Scott grabbed both of my hands and said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

He took the blindfold off and I gasped.

We were in a field in the middle of nowhere but it was beautiful. All the stars were out and Scott had played out a picnic blanket with a basket full of food on top of it.

"This is... amazing, Scott. I love it" I said in awe.

"Well, I love you, my dear."

We sat down on the soft checkered blanket and he opened the wooden basket to reveal Italian food.

"Wow.." I said.

"I know right, this was so expensive."

I snorted and we both started laughing because we knew Scott couldn't cook to save his life.

Or mine.

Anyways..

***

About an hour later and I was cuddled up next to Scott with my head on his chest and his arm around my body protectively.

"Mitchie, I need you to get up" he said suddenly.

I bolted upright, afraid I was hurting him.

He grabbed my hands and helped me stand up.

He then kneeled down on one foot and I felt myself tear up.

"Mitchell Coby Michael Grassi, I've known you since I was a baby. And I've always felt the same for you. I love you with my everything. I've never loved anyone else. Not one single soul. You make me happier than anything. The way your eyes light up when someone brings up something you like. The way you laugh so hard you start to cry. Your little dimples when you smile at me. I love everything. Your weird little habits that are strangely cute, like when you play with your sweater sleeves. And your giggle is the cutest thing ever. Even cuter than your dimples-"

I giggled.

"See? Adorable. So, Mitchie, I'm down on one knee in the middle of god knows where for you. Will you marry me?"