How am I, Scott Hoying supposed to be married? I love Alex but I just - "- marry me?" Alex had just popped the question, and I had just about no time to make a decision. I looked to Alex, and to the rest of the room. I knew everyone's face would be hopeful as they assumed I would say yes. And they were, every face around the room was filled of appreciation of the moment going on, except one. (This story is going to be set in the on my way home tour era/time since that's when I began writing it and what not. I realllyyyy hope you guys enjoy. But also if you have any feedback, I'd love that also! This is my first fanfic and I'll get better but please let me know, be honest with me about what y'all feel about this! Thank you!)