Moments in Time: A TBOC Excercise

Want to have just a shot of romance? These are a series of couples moments between my main characters in my comicbook Trash Bin of Cliches. I will be drawing these out in time, but for now they are here for you to read! I have now turned my series Trash Bin of Cliches into a comic, that is being posted on my deviant art profile. These are a compilation of writing exercises built around Crownhowell's preferences stories that are based on youtubers.

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8. The Proposal

 Sawyer: He'd done it, he got her here. To the “Release Party”, he would need to act quickly, before she noticed how familiar the people he hadn't introduced her to at the party were. He stayed with it a song into Once Upon's set list. Then it started. “I hope you guys don't mind me varying here, but I am going to have to ask my boys to leave the stage for a moment to set up this next bit.” The boys rolled a white silk carpet down the front steps of the stage, people cleared away and a spotlight found her as Henry brought her towards the end of the carpet Tyson and Max were rolling. He started singing A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, their friend's and family walked out in couples, holding small archways of twinkling lights over the border of the carpet. He started walking slowly towards her. At the end of the song he took her hand and got down on one knee. “Willow Parker, I know you don't like surprises very often, but traditionally the woman isn't included in her own proposal.” A laugh from their friends. “I can't even begin to know how to tell you how much you mean to me, so please, do me the honour of letting me try everyday for the rest of our lives. Marry me?”

 

Pierce: He would never do it, she's with someone else, but he will admit he had a plan. One night she would come home, and find signs leading all around the apartment to a laptop that said “Play me.” He would start it off the best way he knew how, by making a video about it, the stupid Ukulele songs he wrote after they fought are child's play, this is a proposal. It would start off with him awkwardly doing an introduction, listing the reasons why they were together and why he thinks they always aught to be. Then video him would instruct her to turn around, at which point he would be waiting, in a tuxedo, down on one knee. “Willow will you marry me?”

 

Darren: He didn't believe in marriage, and he couldn't see a way that he would start. A meaningless piece of paper and it cost more than a house with some women. He knew Kennedy did though, which would mean at some point if he wanted to keep her he would have to consider it as a possibility, and she did deserve something romantic. But it was bizarre, she was only twenty, they hadn't even considered living together. Yes, it was then they would see if that five year age gap really was that much of a difference. He would probably do the same thing he would do if he were to ask her to move in, hide the ring in a trinket he brought her, then ask her to shake it. When she found it, and she would have to find it herself, he would ask the question.

 

Jude: “How much farther?” Heaved Kennedy, they were halfway up the mountain face, and she was cursing herself for having a type. “Just a few more hours...” he turned around to stop the oncoming storm. “I am just kidding Kenn, ten more minutes tops.” He had hiked up these cliff faces when he was a kid, lots of hidden coves, and he had re-explored them on his last visit to his parents, searching for just the right hidden spot. Finally they reached an arched willow tree, he hadn't realized it before, but how fitting that her best friend be here symbolically. Pushing the dangling drapes out of the way he led her into a beautiful enclosed waterfall with a valley view of the small village down below. The sun just starting to set. Quickly he got to work, showing her the best spot to watch it, getting down on one knee, she turned back to him. “What in the-” “Shh Kenn, this is my bit.” She bit her lip. “Meeting you was like learning how to breathe, I had been doing it before but somehow it didn't seem quite right. Even now I am holding my breath. And I know we agreed it was just a bit of paper, but I would like to do everything right by you, traditionally and untraditionally. We could get married naked in a river to level this out later.” He looked up at her sheepishly and she laughed. It was music. “Kennedy I am trying to ask you to marry me here.” “Yes.” “Well, I didn't even ask yet.” “Jude, I just hiked uphill for almost four hours, I didn't think you had to ask to know the answer.” “Alright then.” He put the ring on her finger, stood up, and kissed her.

 

Warren: He couldn't believe himself, he had been thinking about it for a while yes, but he hadn't even brought the ring or done any preparations at all. And now, like the Riley he knew, she wouldn't let it go. “What did you say?” “Nothing, doesn't matter.” “Warren.” “Noth-” “We both know you said something, this is ridiculous.” “We also both know you know exactly what I said now let it go and don't do anything about it until you hear it again... Please.” At that she looked dumbfounded and, thankfully, changed the subject to where they were going for thanksgiving. That was the key, the first snowfall and he successfully had spoken to both her parents about his marrying their daughter, he had found the place. So it was then he blindfolded her and took her to the merry-go-round, it was in this park she had escaped from her parents messy fights, in this park she lived for three days after their divorce. He took off the blindfold and kneeled as her eyes filled with recognition. “Riley, the future admittedly is not all that bright for marriage, I should know, as I study the past and have my own history there as well. We both do. But I am here to make the illogical decision, I am here to say fuck off to our parents shitty marriages, I am here because I fell in love with an overbearing control freak much like myself that made me do the most illogical thing I know, to go against my research and research something outside of my own depth. What I am trying to blurt out amongst all my ramblings, something else you have affected me with,” Tears were streaming down her face now, “Is that I would be honoured to be called your husband, and to get the chance to call you my wife.”

 

Felix: It was all planned out, now he just had to set a date. A date, that was the problem. Know what happens when a person is trying to get their PHD? No? Neither did he cause she was almost never around to tell him. Three months had gone by, all her days off she used to catch up with him in the mornings and her friends in the afternoon, or to sleep. Sleep was something he was grateful she still did, thank god she paid attention to her phone or if he didn't text her she would forget to eat too. So as he casually brought up her taking the day off and found it not possible for the next two weeks to a month his reaction was a moment of lost control. “This is freaking insane. I'll just do it now.” “What? Do what now?” He took her hand and led her to the dry veranda, it was a warm starry night outside and he would be damned if this wasn't at least a tad romantic. She had that 'Oh look, just my boyfriend in one of his crazy moments' look, paired with the 'I guess it wouldn't hurt to humour him' one. “Sage I have planned out every moment I was going to do this, which is an odd thing for me. Usually you do that.” She laughed, it was genuine, though her expression said she still didn't know where this was going. “But that is one of the reasons I did it, because apart we are pretty okay people, but together we make this mega awesome, not very cool but still pretty chill person.” She raised an eyebrow somewhat cluing in, staying silent though, still smiling. He dropped down on one knee, and her mouth dropped open. “I have been carrying this around with me for months, you may have noticed the bulge in my pocket being in the wrong place.” Well there goes his beautiful speech. “I had a speech planned... this was not it.” She laughed, a tear dropping from her eye, biting her lip. He took a deep breath. “If this isn't good I'll get a new one, I'll find time around your schedule to make this better. For now though, please agree to wear this ring and to everything it symbolizes.” She nodded, tears really coming now and sniffling. He got up and kissed her tenderly. “Just to be clear though,” he said pulling away from her a tad, still wrapped in each others arms. “You are aware you just agreed to marry me?” Her laugh came out in a snort and his lips were on hers in milliseconds.

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