Endless: REWRITTEN

9. Ruby

Robin

"So let me get this straight," I look over at Roscoe, offering a deadpan expression due to my complete exhaustion. "You demanded my presence after work, knowing I'm exhausted, to help with your two-bit proposal?"

"I'm nervous, okay?" Roscoe sighs.

"Listen—"

There's a knock on the door, and I sigh as Roscoe goes to answer it. Seriously, who proposes to their girlfriend at 10:30 at night? Roscoe informed me that Gianna is hanging out with Cheyenne, who is effectively distracting her from being at the apartment while Roscoe got things set up. No, don't wait until an anniversary or birthday or whatever. Do it the first week of July, two days before the Fourth of July. At 10:30 in the evening. On a Sunday.

Mordecai turns out to be the one at the door, and when our eyes meet, a look of concern crosses his face. The truth is, he hasn't seen me in three days. I've either spent my time at the treehouse or at work because most of my depressive episode has revolved around what he thinks of me, and seeing him only makes things worse, naturally.

But he knows not to ask. He knows this isn't really who I am. I'm just going through something. So he doesn't bother to ask if I'm okay because he knows I'm not.

"So, what's the plan?" Mordecai questions.

"Can't you tell by the fire hazards in the room?" It's really not a lot of candles, just a few bundles on the coffee table and some around each entrance of the house. Next to the candles on the table is a bouquet of red tulips and a bottle of red Moscato.

"I'm just going to do it," Roscoe shrugs, like he hasn't been freaking out for the past fifteen minutes.

"I wish you luck," he replies. Roscoe pulls out his phone and checks it.

"Oh, shit, they're on their way," he sighs anxiously. "Received ten minutes ago?"

"Good job, Lover Boy," I snort.

"You two, in the kitchen!" he barks at Mordecai and I. We do as we're told and go in the kitchen, peeping over the half-wall that lets us see into the living room.

Roscoe starts pacing up a storm, muttering words of encouragement to himself like a madman, and this is honestly too painful to watch. Only Gianna's obnoxious ass can put up with his get-off-my-lawn attitude. There's no question that the two love each other very much. It's only a matter if she agrees with him if they're ready for marriage, a huge step in a relationship.

"Are you trying to wake up the neighbors below you?" Mordecai hisses at him. "Relax!"

"I don't need noise from the peanut gallery," Roscoe snaps.

"It's a good thing we're offering it, free of charge, then," I smirk. He throws me a wicked glare, effectively shutting me up.

Suddenly, the lock of the door jingles and Roscoe jumps two feet in the air. I roll my eyes and duck down, avoiding being seen. The door swings open, with Gianna and Cheyenne entering.

"Wow," Gianna chuckles. "Someone's been busy."

"Indeed," Cheyenne agrees. She can't keep the 'I'm totally in on this' look off of her face. "I'm going to get some water from the kitchen real quick."

"Knock yourself out," Gianna invites her. Cheyenne comes and joins us behind the half-wall, peeping up and at the scene.

"How has your day been?" Roscoe asks, breaking the ice. I look at Gianna for her answer, and notice how warm she's acting towards him. Their relationship has been entirely domestic since the beginning, so it's no surprise that she's probably already regarding him like a husband at this point. Gianna is usually a loose cannon, saying anything that comes to her mind and not thinking twice about it.