Two Player Game

~Chapter Twenty-Eight~

"My dude, what I'm about to show you is going to blow your mind and also probably make you judge me heavily."

"That's a tough one. Depends on what it is." "Okay, here we go." he hesitates a second before snatching a small box and showing it to the camera.

"Know what this is?"

"......a small box." Evan gasps loudly,

"You don't mean?"

"Oh, I mean." he opens it and reveals the beautiful wedding band inside.

"Got it in Cuba."

"Dude... on one hand that's beautiful. On the other hand, haven't you two only been dating for two weeks??"

"Dude, I'd been so hopped up on tequila and that sweet jazz cabbage that I wasn't thinking straight. Combine that with being so ecstatic about Jeremy and I just..."

"Wow... " Jared just hopes to God Evan doesn't ask him when Jared's gonna propose to him.

"Do you know when you're gonna do it?"

"Current plan? If I can give it long enough and all goes well? When we graduate college together. Right after the ceremony."

"Dude, that's romantic as Fuck."

"That's beautiful. I love it."

"Yeah? Not too cheesy? " Jared takes a note on that. What Evan loves.

"Definitely not. It's grand, it's romantic." he smiles. "It's perfect." You can see Jared just look at him and smiles so wide. He's perfect. Michael grins.

"So when are you gonna pop the question, J-red?"

"Well, um," he clears his throat. "I haven't really thought about a lot. But I have thought about it before." He has a look on his face that says exactly "WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME IN FROMT IF HIM"

Evan glances up at Jared before blushing and burying himself further in the blankets. Michael snickers. "Oh come on. Got any rejected ideas for proposals?"

"I had some..." he lied. He's thought about this a lot. Too much he thinks. He just can't wait until he can wake up next to Evan every day.

"Care to share so I know what NOT to do in case the graduation thing doesn't work out?"

"Dude, Jeremy is gonna take it a lot differently than Evan. I don't know what you're gonna do with MY rejected ideas."

"What do you mean he's gonna take it differently than Evan, they're both gonna bawl like little girls." Jared smiles and looks over at Evan who's entire body is under the blanket.

"Hey, buddy. Head up. Where's the rag??" Evan looks up and the rag is over his eyes. Jared smiles and reaches over to fix it so it's on his forehead. Evan smiles back.

"Jesus you guys are cute. Sickeningly cute, I'm gonna vomit."

"Hush it. Don't make him do it. He's been on a clean streak."

"Shit dude, sorry."

"It's all right. If I don't eat anything I'll be fine. "

"I'm still gonna have to shove food down your throat at some time."

"nooooooo..."

"You gotta eat man."

"Jared, I can't. It'll just end up coming back up."

"Aw, I hate when that happens. " Michael adds in.

"You're Gonna from hunger then."

"So be it..."