(Michael's POV)

"I love you, biiiitch. I ain't never gonna stop lovin' you........ biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch..."

I laugh at my boyf's stupidity. He loves vines, but only knows a few. I, on the other hand, am a Master.

I turn to unpause the game we were playing, but Jeremy's hand on my arm stops me. I look up at him, and notice he looks a bit worried.

"What? What's wrong, Jere?" I ask, placing my other hand on his arm as consolation.

He turns his face from me. "I... I mean it, you know..." he starts, "that I'll always love you."

"Yeah," I laugh. "Of course I know that. I love you too. I'm confused why you're being so adamant about it though..."

"Stand up." It's a command.

"Why?"

"Just... stand up."

I sigh and do what he asks.

When he doesn't follow me, I frown down at him.

"What, are you tryna blow me or somethi-"

"No! No, Michael, I..." he shifts his position from sitting in his beanbag to on his knees.

"Are you sure you aren't trying to b-"

"Shut up! Just shut up. I'm doing myself a courage."

"Ohh. Okay." Whatever he's doing obviously requires more confidence than a blow job, so I wait for him to calm down. Damn, he's cute.

"Michael... I love you, and... god this is gonna sound cheesy... I can't believe I didn't know I loved you our whole childhoods and... you're so fucking amazing and I can't imagine life without you and I don't want you to ever leave and I uh-" he pulls one leg forward, unzipping his hoodie pocket.

My hand flutters up to my mouth, not sure if what's happening is actually happening.

He pulls out a small box, then zips the pocket back up. The small, common action seems ironic in this sacred-seeming moment.

"Um- um- um- I uh... I l- I love you and... wait I already did the speech shit I'm fucking this up uh I-"

"Just say what's on your mind, Jeremy." I hope my smile is warm, and sweet, and encouraging.

He looks up at me.

"Will you marry me?"

The box opens, and... it's facing Jeremy. He stares at it for a second, then turns it around quickly, muttering a "sorry... I messed this whole thing up... sorry."

"Aw, no, love... you're adorable. I love you." I get down to look at the ring up close.

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It's beautiful. It has a standard-size stone in the middle, with patterns at the front of the band (which looks almost like vines in some places) that look like little leaves. It's so simple, and so beautiful... I'm in love with it almost as much as I'm in love with Jeremy.

Speaking of him, I realize he seems anxious again, and one look up at him tells me I'm right.

"What's wrong, love?"

"Well... you never... answered me..."

"Never answered w- oh! Oh!!!" I laugh at my own stupidity. "Yes!! Yes, of course I will!! I love you!!!!!" I take a second to calm down. "Yes Jeremy, I will marry you." I giggle.

He's smiling for a second, then starts crying.

"I-I'm sorry Micha it's just... I can't believe... this is actually real... that something this good could be happening to me... it can't be real..."

"It is though... I really do love you... and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, whatever we do- playing games, quoting vines, blowjobs..." I laugh. "As long as it's with you, it can't be bad. I love you so much, Jeremy. It's really real." I grab the ring from the box, and hold it out to him. "Now put this on my finger."

"Your speech was better than mine."

"Like I didn't practice it."

"You practiced a speech for when I propose to you?! You didn't even know!"

"No, but I had to be prepared for it. I'd do that for any relationship... just to avoid having to do improv'."

"Wow... I love you."

I giggle. "I love you too, Jere. Now put the McFricking ring on my finger! I wanna be engaged to you already!"

It was Jeremy's turn to laugh, still teary as he did what his rien- no, fiancé- said to.

"Michael- we're engaged."

"Yeah, and?"

"And? And?! We. Are. Engaged!! We're gonna be married!!! I love you Michael, oh my God!"

Jeremy throws himself at me, knocking both of us to the ground. I land on my back with a small "oof" from the impact, and then Jeremy's arms snake around my torso, and his face buries in my chest.

"I love you..." he muttered.

"I love you too, Jere."

Needless to say, he feel asleep like that.

A year later, standing at the altar, watching Jeremy walk down the aisle in his shimmering a-line, I remembered that day just as clearly as if it had happened an hour ago - and as tears formed in both our eyes, I knew that there was no one else I'd want to be with for the rest of my life.

There is no one else I want to sleep next to every night until I'm old, and need his help- and only his help- to get out of bed.

And as we said those "I do"'s, as we had our first kiss as husbands, I knew I could never be happier than I was with him - I knew I would never need anything more from life than Jeremy Heere.