Warnings: None

Word Count: 1982

Author's Note: I have a feeling all of you are going to enjoy this chapter :)

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"Alright, we're good," Tyler said as he shut the car off. He had spent the last ten minutes painstakingly reversing into spots until you found the one with the best view, which was all part of Tyler's plan to have the perfect date. You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and started to gather up your things from the backseat. The two of you had borrowed Carter's old truck from your parents, just to make sure you had the best stargazing experience.

"Did you grab the speaker?" you asked as you bumped the door closed with your hip.

"No, I'll do that in a second," Tyler mumbled over the mountain of blankets in his arms.

You tossed the blankets you were carrying into the bed of the truck and then climbed in after them. Tyler added a few more to the pile before going back to grab the speaker and some pillows that you had thought to bring this time. Although blankets worked to support your head while you were staring up at the sky, it wasn't exactly the most comfortable option.

"Pillow incoming!" Tyler yelled, tossing a pillow into the bed of the truck. It bumped into your leg and fell to the ground with a quiet thud. Shortly after, the same thing happened again.

"Would you just get in here and help me set up the blankets," you laughed.

Tyler pulled himself up and practically fell over the side of the truck bed, just barely landing on top of the pile of blankets. He gave you a shy smile as he pulled off his shoes and set them on top of the hood where they wouldn't get lost. You shook your head and handed him a pillow to put where he wanted it.

"This is looking really nice so far," he said as he fluffed up his pillow.

"Thank you. Our stargazing set up is very important."

"Understandable."

Tyler grabbed another blanket and shook it out so that it was no longer a jumbled mess. You, meanwhile, set up your own pillow close to Tyler's, although it didn't really matter. There was a good chance you would just end up laying on his chest.

"Is that everything?" you asked, surveying the little bed you had made. From the looks of it, it was going to be the most comfortable stargazing experience yet.

"I just need to get some music going, then we can get comfortable."

"Then you can get comfortable. I'm getting under the blanket right now."

Although summer was slowly beginning and the weather was steadily getting warmer, the hours after the sun went down still weren't quite a comfortable temperature. Your sweatshirt was just barely keeping your torso warm as you sat out in the cold.

You waited patiently under the blanket for Tyler to finally lay down. As soon as he did, you curled up next to him and wrapped an arm around his stomach, stealing as much body heat from him as you could. Your limbs quickly became a tangled mess until you were both laying comfortably and looking up at the stars.

"You were right, it is really clear tonight," Tyler said. He was idly tracing patterns on your shoulder.

"Remember that one time we spent an hour making snacks for stargazing and drove all the way out here only to realize it was cloudy?"

"Yeah, but then we got thai food and watched movies at my apartment until four in the morning, so it wasn't all bad."

"You're right."

You both went quiet for a little while as you looked up at the stars. Tyler was humming quietly along to the music that was playing, while you were trying to work out which constellations were currently in the sky. It was peaceful, although you couldn't help the existential thoughts that always crept in during these moments. You tried your best to push them away and focus on spending time with Tyler.

"Hey, did you see that?" he asked.

"See what?"

"The shooting star."

"There was a shooting star?"

"No, I made that up for fun," Tyler laughed.

"Hey! I was too busy looking at your pretty face."

"I know, it's very distracting."

You rolled your eyes, but Tyler was too busy looking up at the stars to notice. His eyes were practically shining in the moonlight.

"Did you make a wish?"

"Of course I did."

"What was it?"

Tyler turned so that he was facing you now. "If I tell you, then it won't come true."

"Please?" you pouted, sticking out your lower lip.

"The wish is too important to risk losing it."

"Fine, I can respect that."

Tyler leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. He was warm, so you caught his chin and pulled him in again when he started to pull away. His arm wrapped a little tighter around you.

"Has this been an ok date so far?" Tyler asked.

"Of course. Any time that I get to spend with you is a good date in my eyes."

He laughed softly. "I think your standards for a good date might be a little low."

"Still, we have this wonderful nest of blankets, I'm cuddled up with you looking at the stars, and we're listening to our favorite songs. I don't think it could get better than this."

"I bet it could."

"How?" you asked, turning to look at him.

"There are just... ways."

His tone was a bit confusing, but you brushed it off as nothing. Sometimes Tyler just tripped over his words. If something was really wrong, he would tell you.

You looked back up at the sky, letting your eyes wander over the various constellations and the tree branches that framed the clear area above you. Even though you had been to this same spot on countless occasions, you swore that the sky never looked the same way twice. Something about it was always a little different, making each visit special in its own way.

"Isn't it weird to think that we've been coming up here for years?" you asked.

"How did we even find it?"

"Weren't we just driving around one night and noticed a little side road? And of course our teenage brains though it was a great idea to drive up it." Tyler laughed. "Then we realized it led to a little park where you could look out over Columbus and see the stars."

"Now it's special to us."

"Exactly. Just think about all the things that have happened up here," you said. "I told you that I considered you my best friend, and you held my hand and it was never spoken of again, and we said we loved each other and kissed for the first time..."

"And now I'm asking you to marry me."

You were pretty sure you could feel your heart physically skip a beat in your chest. There was no way that you had heard him correctly. The two of you had always agreed that you were in no rush to get married, but when you turned to look at Tyler he was holding a small box in his hand.

"I love you, Y/N. I mean it. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Tyler slowly opened the box, revealing the most beautiful ring that you had ever seen. It was everything you had ever dreamed of having. You wanted to say something, anything, but all you could do was stare at him as tears welled up in your eyes. He got up so that he could properly be on one knee, which made you giggle because of the height difference.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

You nodded quickly. Tyler gently grabbed your left hand and slid the ring onto your finger. As soon as it was on comfortably, you practically attacked Tyler with a hug, burying your face into his neck.

"I love you so much," you mumbled.

"I love you too."

You held onto Tyler until all the emotions finally subsided and you felt calmer again. Tyler pulled you into a kiss, holding you close and smiling against your lips. The two of you could only kiss for so long before you started laughing.

"We got so good at kissing without smiling and now we're back to square one," you laughed.

"I don't mind."

You kissed for a while longer before finally laying back down and getting comfortable. Tyler wrapped an arm around you, holding you close to his side.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I already asked you to marry me, Y/N. You were too slow."

"Stop," you laughed, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. "A different question."

Tyler laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "What've you got?"

"What happened to waiting to get married? I mean, obviously I'm ecstatic that we're engaged now, but I'm curious about what made you change your mind."

"I mean, really it was just about trying to find the right time to ask you. I've known that I wanted to marry you for years, but now that the Blurryface era is coming to an end next year and this is the last big tour for awhile, I figured it was the right time to ask you. That way we can start planning in our free time and get married during the break."

"I can't wait," you smiled.

You shifted how you were sitting so that you were more easily able to look at Tyler. His eyes shifted over to you for a moment, and he began to smile when he noticed you were staring, once again averting his gaze.

"Hey," you said, gently turning his chin towards you. You could just barely make out the pink tint to his cheeks in the darkness.

"What?"

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"There's a pretty girl staring at me," he smiled.

Now it was your turn to start blushing. You dropped your forehead back down to Tyler's shoulder to hide the dorky grin that had quickly taken over your face. When the heat had finally subsided, you looked back up at him.

"You're so handsome, Ty."

You took a moment to admire him, from the way that his lips curved to the color of his eyes. He had changed so much since you first met in English class when you were fourteen, and yet at times it felt like he hadn't changed at all. In some ways, he was still the same dorky kid that you had found a best friend in.

Except now he was going to be your husband.

"How did I get lucky enough to spend my life with somebody like you?" you smiled.

"If anyone here is the lucky one, it's me."

"I think we're both lucky that Mr. Brown made us sit next to one another in English class."

"Do you think we should invite him to the wedding?" Tyler laughed.

"Can you imagine?" you joined his laughter. "Oh man, there's so many people we're going to have to invite."

"And you're going to have to pick out bridesmaids."

"And a location. And flowers. And an outfit."

"Hey, love, it's ok," Tyler said, resting a hand on the side of your face. He gently brushed his thumb along your cheekbone. "We'll figure it all out eventually. All we have to do right now is focus on the present."

"I like that idea."

You kissed Tyler once more and then laid back down on his shoulder with your head turned towards the stars. The proposal kept replaying itself in your head, making it impossible not to smile. Who knew all those years ago when Tyler held your hand that he would end up asking you to marry him in the same spot years later.

It was the best date you could have asked for.