Scars {Completed}

Chapter Thirty-Four

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Kenzie's POV

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"Are you ready to get going?" Mark asks, fixing his tux.

"Yeah- just a second." I mumble, fixing my eyeliner.

Mark had been acting weird all day, but when I asked what was wrong, he would just mumble something and ignore me. Eventually, he asked if I were willing to go to La Bebe Chance, a fancy high end restaurant near us.

At first I insisted we stick with Red Lobster, but he kept saying how the restaurant he chose was going to have 'a special event'.

"Okay, I'm ready," I smile turning around to him, and smoothing out my turquoise maxi-dress.

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We get to the restaurant and the waiter, one of many, seats us and gives us our menus.

"Just call me over when you're ready." He smiles to us, and walks away.

I skim over the dishes, and stop when I see the prices, "Mark, we don't have to eat here." I whisper.

"Trust me, these prices are the least of my worries." He replies, not looking up from his menu.

Time passes, and we order our dishes, talking and laughing to pass the time.

"So- uh, random question." He says.

I just look up at him expectantly.

He looks into my eyes, and I notice him clench his jaw, "Um... What's that?" He asks, pointing to something behind me.

I look behind me, and scan the room. Nothing out of the ordinary. A few families talking. A painting or two on the wall. A mirror.

"I can't see anything, why?" I reply, turning back over, expecting to see Mark, but just seeing his empty chair.

Next to our table stood Mark, and he was intently looking into my eyes.

"Mark, what are you doing?" I whisper, confused.

"Kenzie," He pauses, "we've been together for almost a year now," He takes my hands in his, "and we know basically everything about each other. I know that you'll choose coffee over tea. You'll only eat your sandwiches if they're cut into triangles. Morning are not your favorite. If you argue, you'll try your very best to win, even if you know you're wrong. I know that, even if you're feeling crappy, you'll still try and make others smile. You'll never give up on something you're passionate about." He gets down on one knee, causing the entire restaurant to fall silent, and a few women to 'aww'. He digs into the pocket of his tux, and pulls out a ring, "Kenzie, will you marry me?" He whispers. I notice his hands shaking, and he bites his bottom lip.

Damn, this guys nervous.

But-

Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! I just got proposed to!!!

My mind takes a minute to take in what just happened, and I try my absolute best to speak English, but fail. Instead, I nod, and feel my eyes fill with tears.

Happy tears.

Mark stands me up, and slips the ring onto my finger, "I am so glad you said yes." He whisper-laughs, hugging me tightly.

"Have I ever turned you down?" I joke, pulling slightly away from the hug.

He holds me tightly by my waist, and kisses me, and without a second thought I kiss back.

My ears finally adjust to the room, and I hear whistles and a few applause from the people in the restaurant.

"Looks like we've got a crowd." Mark laughs.

"Who needs them when we have each other?" I smile, looking him deep in his eyes.

"Wise words, my Fiancé. Wise words." He kisses me.

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AUTHOURS NOTE!!!

Okay. So yeah. I've sorta lost any inspiration to keep writing this story XD

DONT WORRY THOUGH! I still have one last chapter left ;)

Oh! And my friend @Raven_635 freakin drew Kenzie!!

http://raven-635.deviantart.com/art/Kenzie-From-a-friends-story-463574586

GO CHECK IT OUT!!

One last thing XD I started writing this other poem/story/horror thing. If you could por favor check it out, I'd love your soul forever!! Warning though, it's not happy.

THANK YOU MY LOYAL FREAKIN READERS!<3