Ricky Imagine For @Tumblrgirl315

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"Hey Ricky where's my other shoe" I called from the bedroom I shared with my boyfriend of 2 years Ricky

"In the closet or under the bed probably " he yelled back, as I heard his foot steps down the hall

"Why?" He asked

"Cause I'm gonna run to the stir to pick something up for dinner" I said grabbing my sweater and pulling it on

"Oh ok" he said sitting on the end of our bed

"Want anything special?" I asked him before I left

"Nope" he said, I walked into the kitchen, grabbed my keys and headed to the store, it was weird the way Ricky had been acting lately, distant and cold. I pulled up and went inside, getting some juice and some stuff to make a salad, I checked out and returned home

"I'm home" I said as I walked into the kitchen, all the lights in the house were off

"Ricky!?" I shouted, walking over to the fridge,

"Follow the yellow brick road" read the note, followed by an arrow to a yellow line of ribbon taped to the wall, unsure I took my coat and shoes off and followed it, as I walk down the hall the ribbon came to a stop at our bedroom door

"Rub the door knob and I shall grant you 3 wishes" the note on the bedroom door said, doing just that I rubbed the door knob

"I wish I could fin Ricky" I said, an as I finished the door flew open

"Wish granted" I head Ricky's voice say

"Ricky this isn't funny " I said taking a seat at the end of our bed. As I do Ricky comes out from behind the door

"Mia, 2 years 12 months and 364 days ago I fell in love with the most beautiful women I ha ever met and tomorrow when that time becomes 3 years I could only wish to be able to call you mine forever" he says getting down on one knee an pulling a box from his pocket

"Mia will you marry me?" He asks

"Yes Ricky, I will grant your wish" I said trying not to tear up as I put the ring on

"But I still have one more wish" I added

"And that is" he says raising an eyebrow

"Make me food?" I ask

"Anything for my fience" he say kissing my cheek an heading to the kitchen

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