The Bridge To Success

How unromantic it is

"Hand."

Eddy, who did not ask why held out his hand to Brett who sat across him with a half-finished coffee and an all gobbled up cake.

Eddy was writing down the ideas they came up with for the next set of two set videos. That notebook consists of violin charades themes, comedy skits, schedule for shoots, list of pieces to choose from, a recipe for kung pao chicken (14 variants), random doodles, random thoughts, titles of to-watch-laters, to-do lists that are always partially done and other things.

They had their brainstorming session on their favorite coffee shop to hang out on. At least a good two hours are all they burn for five to six video ideas, few random nonsenses included. Some are good to go, some needed more revisions and scheduling, more scheduling if those are skits that need specific locations outside the house or have a special guest.

A cup of coffee doesn't really last for two hours, but if the waiter would always want to clean your table when it's done (indirectly saying that they wanted them to leave the table), it'll last more than that. Now that they are considered as 'regulars', the waiters don't do that anymore, but out of conscience or whatsoever, they add cake to their orders.

Brett handed him a small box. Navy blue in color and has a white ribbon tied on it. "Open it up when you're ready to marry me."

Eddy looked at Brett dumbfoundedly. With mouth agape, he thought, 'Is this really is it?'

Brett took the notebook from Eddy. He wrote down the remainder of the things Eddy has written down as if nothing happened.

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Eddy told his sister about it.

"What the actual fuck, Brett Yaaaaaaang!!??" She shouted, with her hands pulling her hair in annoyance.

Thankfully their parents are out for grocery shopping. Eddy calmed down his sister. "Sis, it's--"

"Are you okay with that? Just like that?" She said with tears streaming down her face, all from being pissed off of Brett, from that nonchalant of a marriage proposal.

"I'm okay." He smiled at her and rummaged the cabinet beside his seat on the living room. "It's what he wants to convey that matters." Eddy handed her a box of tissues he found.

"Aaaargh! I'll kill him!" Another shout all while punching Eddy on his arm.

Eddy caught her hands. The spot she was hitting hurt. "Sis..."

She sighed. Displeased but won't argue with her brother's answer anymore, she calmed herself down. Blew her nose and wiped her tears. "You opened it yet?" She asked as she gets another set of tissues from the tissue box.

Eddy shook his head.

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Another day passed.

Eddy was on the bed, lying on his stomach and facing the headboard. Fiddling with the small box on the pillow, he just received a few days ago.

'Just how much you prepared for and how far have you planned ahead Brett?' he thought.

He then opened the box, inside are two simple gold band rings.

'This is really is it!' Eddy exclaimed in his mind.

"Is this it or you're just gonna try it on?" Brett said over Eddy's shoulder.

Eddy was startled hearing this. He suddenly turned over to face Brett.

Brett put down the freshly folded laundry he carried from the other room as Eddy almost knocked them over.

"Wha- what are you doing here?" Eddy turned red.

With eyebrows pulled together, Brett asked, "What?"

It must have slipped Eddy's mind that he was on Brett's bed, on Brett's room, talking to Brett.