I'm aware that I did a proposal preference in my other book but it's whatever.
JASON
I stare in awe at the backyard of Jason and I's house while he leads me over to the pitch swing we often sit on. There's multiple strings of fairy lights hanging up along with candles lined all over the place. It's absolutely beautiful.
Jason and I take a seat on the swing and I turn to face him.
"This is amazing." I whisper. He's always been fairly romantic. He's always does sweet, little things for me. He treats me well, respects me and loves me. All in all, he's perfect in my eyes.
"Do you like it?" he asks nervously.
My mouth gapes open at his question. How could I not like this?
"Of course!"
A grin spreads across his face as he slings an arm around my shoulders. I relax into his embrace and curl up next to him, my head resting on his chest. I focus on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and think about how lucky I am. In a town like Rosewood, it's difficult to find a person who you genuinely love and who you can trust. But I've found it.
I've always thought of Jason as my safe place— my home. When everything in my life is too overwhelming, he's always there. Even before we were dating, he was my best friend. He beat up my first boyfriend who treated me poorly, he picked me up from one of Noel Kahn's parties that I got too drunk at, he watched countless movies with me, he loved me.
"I love you babygirl, you know that, right?" he asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Of course. I love you too." I say. I feel Jason shifting beside me so I sit up and watch as he gets up from the swing and kneel before me. Initially, I don't understand what he is doing so I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. His hand reaches around to his back pocket and I watch as he pulls out a small black box. Now I know what is happening.
He's proposing.
"Y/N, I have no doubt in my mind that you are the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with," he begins. My lips part ever so slightly and I can feel the onslaught of tears arriving. "-you give my life purpose. You make me want to be better— do better. I love you with everything in me, baby. Will you marry me?"
I don't even have to think about his question. Ever since Jason and I began dating I knew he was the man I was going to marry. My parents objected to our being together at first, mainly due to his past problems with alcohol, but they eventually came around after they saw how well he treated me.
"Yes. Of course." I whisper, my voice hardly audible. After I impatiently wait for him to slide the ring onto my finger I throw myself into his arms and bury my face into the crook of his neck. Tears stream down my ace but they're happy tears.
"Baby, I love you." I mumble against his skin.
"I love you too, Y/N. Always."
MIKE
I stare out the window, watching all of the cars pass by. The bright sun beats down on my skin, keeping me warm and comfortable. Mike drives down the highway as his hand rests on my thigh, rubbing small patterns with his fingers.
I turn my head to Mike and give him a lazy smile which he returns. This is something we love to do. On a whim, we pack our bags and go on road trips. We abandon all responsibilities and just drive.
It's summer and we're almost out of college so there's no real use to stay in Rosewood. We both hate it there, especially me though. The town has been the source of so much pain and hurt for me. I try my best to not be there as much as I can.
"Babygirl, you're so beautiful." Mike says, his eyes glancing over at me as much as possible. Even after all these years of dating and hearing him say that, I still giggle like an idiot. He makes me feel unconditionally loved and protected. "You are." he adds with a slight laugh in his tone.
Eventually, the day transitions into night and since were broke college students, we decide to just sleep in the car. It wouldn't be the first time we have. It's fun, though. We push the backseats down so we have extra room and then we spread out a bunch of blankets and pillows.
Mike first crawls into the backseat and then holds his hands out for me to grab in order to help me. We both climb under the covers and I rest my head on Mikes chest, inhaling his natural scent. He smells of mint and aftershave.
"Do you remember our first fight?" Mike suddenly asks. I laugh even thinking back to it even though it was pretty bad. Our first fight was our worst. We haven't had one that severe since.
"Yeah, I do." I tell him. "God, you pissed me off so much. I threw my hairbrush at you."
I feel Mikes chest vibrate as he chuckles at my words. He then sits up and I tilt my head to see what he's doing. He reaches around into his pants pocket and reveals a small, diamond ring. A gasp involuntarily escapes my lips. I sit up and match his position while staring in awe at the ring.
"Y/N, we have been friends for 17 years. We've been dating for 4 of those. And I hope we can be married for the rest of our years. So, will you marry me?"
A single tears slides down my face as I simply nod. I don't particularly trust my voice at the moment. Mike smiles widely as he puts the ring on my finger and pulls me into a tight embrace. After hugging for a few minutes, we lay back down, tangled in each other's arms.
"I can't wait to dodge more hairbrushes." he says.
EZRA
We've come a long way since an inappropriate student-teacher relationship, Ezra and I. We have managed to stay together despite all of the obstacles we've faced. And we have faced many.
I sometimes wonder where I would be and what I would be doing had someone caught us. But I quickly dismiss the intrusive thoughts because it's in the past. I am here in the present with the love of my life.
"Y/N?" Ezra calls from the living room of our apartment. I walk out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body. He's sitting at at his desk, papers spread out all around him as usual. He's working at the local college as an English professor.
"What's up?" I ask.
And without missing a beat, he gets out of his chair and kneels on the ground, a little black box placed on the palm of his hand. My eyes widen slightly because I know what he's doing. It's very apparent that he is in fact, proposing to me.
"Y/N, the love of my life, my best friend, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
It's simple but I wouldn't want it any other way.
"Of course, Ezra." I smile while he pulls me into his chest, my arms wrapped around his neck. He peppers my cheeks with small kisses and I nuzzle my face into his neck.
"I love you so much. So much." he whispers.
"I love you too."
