The States

I belong with you, you belong with me (you're my sweetheart)

"Do we really have to tell them?" Kendall sounds suspiciously close to whining. "Couldn't we just. Not? And then send out the wedding invitations when we get to that part."

Tim rolls his eyes. "Yeah, if you want to deal with the fall out from that, sure."

Kendall sighs. "Fine." 

He lays his head on Tim's stomach. Tim moves to run his hand through his hair, but Kendall catches it instead. He kisses the engagement ring on his finger, and then all of his fingers just for the hell of it. 

Tim smiles at him. "We're engaged," he says, a mixture of giddy excitement and astonishment coloring his voice. 

Kendall beams back. 

And then he figures out how he's going to tell the other states. 

♥

welcome to hell, population: 57

fried chicken: so

fried chicken: I might have done a thing.

x-files theme: intriguing, continue

fried chicken: {image attached}

ginger north: EXCUSE YOU WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD PROPOSE TO THE KID

girl meets world: I did. 

girl meets world: And I helped pick out the ring. 

ginger north: oh nvmd then you're good

shine bright: some of you owe me money now

mom alfred: Boys. 

noise: uh oh someone's in troubleeee

mom alfred: Couldn't I have at least gotten a phone call?

♥

Kendall's halfway through a jump when he notices Tim sitting on the fence, Moony at his feet. 

He makes the executive decision that he's definitely done enough practicing for today, guiding Absinthe toward the fences. 

He slides down out of the saddle, keeping hold of Absinthe's reins. "What's up?"

Tim hums. "Just wanted to know if you wanted to go out or something."

Kendall smiles, stepping in between Tim's legs so he can wrap his arms around his waist. "Like a date?"

"Are you going to take a shower before we leave?"

Kendall laughs. "Is that your way of saying that I smell? Yeah, I'll take a shower."

Tim grins. "Then it's a date."

♥

Tim's sprawled out of the couch, presumably taking a break from trying to figure out how to end his latest piece when Kendall passes by him. 

He's not really surprised when Tim pulls him down to lay with him. When you spend the majority of two centuries together, you get to know each other's quirks pretty well. 

Kendall just shifts more to get comfortable, settling most of his weight on Tim. 

Tim sighs quietly. 

Kendall laughs. "We have weighted blankets upstairs."

"You're better than a weighted blanket."

Kendall hums, trying not to be too pleased about that.