|Your Love is My Drug
Author: mandysoccer PM
My boyfriend of three years proposed to my in the most unconventional way possible. What do I do? Laugh hysterically, of course. I should really get the 'Most Tact' award...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Words: 1,834 - Reviews: 26 - Favs: 9 - Published: 10-07-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2853665
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Your Love is my Drug
Summary: So my boyfriend of three years proposed to my in the most unconventional way possible. What do I do? Laugh hysterically, of course. I should really get the 'Most Tact' award...
Disclaimer: I do not own Kesha (thankfully) or her song. All the characters you see here are all mine and completely original. Liam, is definitely mine, ooh yes... **cackling**
My roommate and best friend Haley Strauss handed me my phone as it vibrated and played Dance Dance, which was the tune for the arrival of a text. I sang along (terribly out of key, might I add) for the first few lines and opened the message.
Meet me at our spot, 8:30 tonight. Wear something sexy. ~Li
Haley prodded my side with her pencil.
"Is it Liam?! Are you two going out tonight? David and I have been dying to go to the new Chinese restaurant that opened on second avenue, how 'bout we double?!" she asked, excitedly.
"I dunno Hales, I think he has something private in mind, I check with him though."
Our spot or Chinese w/ Haley & Dave?
I went back to my psychology essay, and a few minutes later, Liam still hadn't replied.
"Sorry Haley," I shrugged. "Guess Liam has something else in store for us."
She nodded, "Sure it's fine, Eve, maybe another time." She walked back to her desk.
I stared at my phone, thinking over the possibilities. 'Our spot' as Liam had referred to, was a tree house he had built as a kid, near Central Park. It had always been special to us, as it was where he first asked me to be his girlfriend. We only went there on our anniversaries, but today wasn't one. Why else would he want to meet there? I pondered over the various possibilities, but couldn't come up with anything substantial. I threw my phone on my bedside table and went back to my essay, which was due in two weeks. I'd think about Liam's plan later.
Haley helped me get ready, and at eight-fifteen, I was ready to go. She lent me her emerald-colored dress, which was strapless and went down to my knees, found my ancient pair of black eleven inch stilettos, curled my hair and let a few strand fall on my face, and forced a little eyeliner on me.
"Evelyn Scott, if I was lesbian, I would so do you!" She joked. Haley's a perfectionist. She's really beautiful, she has bright red long hair with the most perfect curls you could imagine, she's tall and petite, and she has the most piercing green eyes. She had been dating her boyfriend, David, for just a little while, but I could tell she was really into him.
She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement of what she had turned me into. I shook my head smiling and walked out, ushering Haley out at same time. She dropped me off at Central Park and wished me luck for whatever Liam had in store for me.
I took the shortcut and wandered around in Central Park for a bit, looking at happy couples and smiling families. I'd always wanted kids. Haley and I had been friends since grade school, and we made a pact that if we dated a guy for more than two years, we'd marry him. It was a silly promise to make back then, but I soon realized that Liam was the guy I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
Liam Spencer. When we went out on our first date, the first thing Haley picked up on was that I wouldn't have to change my initials if we got married. When we celebrated our 1 year anniversary, it was the first time I had sex. Haley said it was the mark of becoming a woman.
Liam is truly a great guy. He's medium in height, nearly two inches taller than me, lean and well-built, and has dark blue eyes. We first met on a double date, believe it or not! I was with one of my friends from college, and he was with my date's best friend. Long story short, my date didn't only go home drunk, but also with Liam's date. We talked a bit, he bought me ice-cream, and that's when we really hit off.
Liam is like, the perfect guy for me. I guess that's how we've lasted for three years. He works at his dad's office as an assistant, and ever since his last pay raise, he's been bugging me to move in with him. I'm still wary of doing said task, though.
Moments later, I stood in front of his tree house. Liam was nowhere in sight, strangely enough. I shrugged and climbed the ladder. When I finally got up, huffing and puffing, I looked around, awestruck. Little pink and white candles filled the floor and all the tables on it. I wasn't just the fact that those were my two favourite colors, but the candle itself was significant to us, as a couple. Liam was in the hospital a few months ago, because of a car accident. Every day, I brought him these candles and which were scented strawberries.
Someone tapped on my shoulder, and I whirled around. There stood Liam. He still took my breath away, every single time I saw him. He was dressed up, a black suit and a yellow tie. On anyone else, that color combination would have looked odd, but he wore it well. The suit clung to him, and enunciated each muscle. I grinned and leaned forward to kiss him. A few moments later, he pulled away, gesturing around.
"So Eve, what do you think?"
I bounced up and down. "What do I think? I think you're amazing, that's what I think! But what's the occasion?"
He took a deep breath, looked around once more, and took something out of his pocket.
A tiny box.
My mind whirled. He bent down on one knee and opened the box. A ring.
"Evelyn Strauss, the moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be together. You had me right from the get-go; I've been so very in love with you since the day I bought you ice-cream. You're beautiful, smart, enticing, and I can't imagine a day of my future that doesn't include you and I just can't seem you get you off my mind... Not that I rather have you off my mind, because you know, I like you on my mind," he continued, rambling now.
Tears filled my eyes.
"So uh, I guess what I'm trying to say here Eve, is that your love is my drug. I can't stop thinking about you, and I don't want to. So... Will you marry me?"
I stared at him. And promptly burst out laughing.
Exactly three minutes later, I was still laughing. I can't seem to remember, when I think about that fateful night, whether it was still funny, or whether I was just laughing out of sheer amazement of his words. One look at Liam's face brought me back to oh-so-sane reality. His eyebrows creased and he looked at my laughing figure with raised eyebrows. I don't think he quite got it.
"You just... you just.. pr-pr-proposed to me!" I said, excited. "Like that!"
He still didn't seem to get it.
"Like what, Eve? He sounded frustrated.
I sobered up and looked at him straight in the eye. "You just proposed to me by quoting Kesha's song, 'Your love is my drug'. D'you get it now?!"
Cue maniacal laughter.
"Well, what does it matter?!" he said, quickly. "You do want to marry me, don't you?" he added, uncertainly.
"Li, of course I want to marry you! I love you, stupid! It's just... I never expected the man of my dreams to propose to me the way you did." I said, smiling.
He scoffed, "Well, thas' how we do it, homie." Fake-ghetto style was his thing. "But seriously, I thought my speech was pretty cool. I never expected the girl of my dreams to laugh at my proposal. But if it means this much to you, I'll do it again."
He went back down on one knew and held up the box to me.
"Evelyn Strauss, I'd have to be absolutely off my rocker to marry a girl who hates Kesha this much. But if this is what I'll have to put up with for the rest of my life, I don't mind. I love you, Eve, and I always will. Always and forever. Will you be my wife?"
"Always and forever." I repeated. I held out my hand, and Liam grinned and slipped the diamond ring on my hand. I bent down, and kissed him.
"Thank you, Liam Spencer. I love you." And went straight back to kissing him. Minutes later, my cell vibrated. I pulled in out of my purse and groaned. Haley.
"Liam, give me two minutes. I'll be right back." I pecked him once more on the lips and went to another room of the tree house.
"Evelyn, I can hardly stand it! What's happening?!"
"Liam asked me to marry him! I'm getting married, Hales!" I said, excitedly.
"Ohmygod that's amazing! I knew it! I totally saw it coming! I'm so happy for you two. Wait wait wait. Cut?"
"Perfect, no inclusions."
"Colorless, with a hint of yellow."
"How about carat?"
"I think it's about a hundred carats."
Haley squealed. "Damn girl! Must've cost him quite a fortune! You are so lucky," she sighed.
"Hales, this ring is definitely worth a fortune. He went all out; the ring was personalized with diamonds and garnets. Garnet was my birthstone; diamond was his. There were two hearts angled towards each other – made of one garnet, one diamond – with a silver bar in between riddled with smaller garnets and diamonds. It's fucking perfect, I can't wait to show you."
After more gushing, I hung up and went back to Liam, chuckling at the craziness of the situation. I looked at him sitting on the cardboard chair, which looked like it was going to break under his weight. Man, I love that guy. We sure are pretty crazy.
Funny how things turn out, huh?
A/N: I probably should be writing the next chapter of TMS, which I promise is on it's way, but this came into my mind, courtesy of a certain friend. You know who you are, I love you! R & R guys!