"What are you looking at over my shoulder?"
"Uhhh...the new house across the street? It looks pretty nice."
"Hasn't that house been there for years?"
"Uhhh...you're right. How dumb of me. Would you like to come in? Darren will be here soon."
"Uhhh...sure."
Harper let Sharon in, blocking Sharon's view of Darren in the process. She sat down on a chair. Harper made an excuse to go outside and talk with Darren.
"I'm gonna go get the mail."
"But it's Sunday! Since when do they-"
Harper cut her off.
"It's a special delivery. They deliver those on Sundays."
"Um...okay?"
"Be right back."
Harper opened the door and barely squeezed through it.
He saw Darren, ring in hand, smiling.
"Uhhh...care to explain, Darren?"
"What's there to explain? I'm proposing to Sharon."
"I'm in shock."
"I feel nervous."
"Well, I wish I could say I've been in your shoes before, but I can't propose until at least eight years from now."
"Well, I guess all we can do is hope for the best."
"Well, good luck, man. If she says yes, am I your best man at the wedding?"
"What choice do I have? You're my best friend."
"Haha..well, good luck."
"Thanks, dude."
They shook hands. Then Harper went inside, making sure Sharon didn't see Darren. He closed the door.
"Where's the delivery?"
"Oh...it's not here yet."
"Ah."
There was a knock on the door, presumably from Darren.
"Maybe that's it..."
"Maybe."
Harper opened the door to a kneeling Darren, on one knee, open box in hand.
"Uhhh...hi, Darren."
"What? He's here?"
"Yep. And he's here for you."
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Safe at Home (or not...)
Action16-year-old Harper Linden is still recovering from a five-year battle with the horrible labyrinth that every kid in the world was forced to endure. He lost the love of his life, and that's gonna be hard to come back from. But when his parents move t...
