FOREVER STARTS TODAY || EVERETT X NOEL
It was crazy to think about the fact that Everett and Noel had been together for six months. Considering his last relationship had spanned about the same amount of time as an episode of Sherlock, it was pretty much a miracle that he’d found someone that a) wasn’t completely crazy. and b) hadn’t managed to get completely sick and tired of him yet. But Noel had stuck around, she was there, and even though they were still pretty young... he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was the one. There was never going to be someone out there who knew him, who got him, like she did. It wasn’t possible.
He’d been on his way home after getting his first real paycheck from his first real job when his eyes had glanced over and caught the ‘sale’ sight at the jewelry store across the road. He’d walked in with the intent to come out with some kind of bracelet, something that would show her how important she was to him -- how special. After frowning at everything that just wasn’t right or wasn’t good enough for about forty five minutes, the clerk behind the counter had taken pity on him and steered him in another direction. That was how he’d managed to walk out of there with a skip in his step and a small velvet box tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket. It’d be hidden in the back of their freezer in a box of toaster strudel (something her poptart loving self wouldn’t deign to touch unless he’d asked her to grab them) with ‘dead dove -- don’t eat’ scrawled on the front in his messy handwriting. It had seemed hilarious at the time but when he’d tell the story to people for years to come, they’d always give him weird looks and ask him what the fuck was wrong with him. But hey, he was a man in love -- why were they expecting him to think logically?
With the help of about five different reminders and alarms on his phone, he made sure not to forget their anniversary. After all, six months was kind of a big deal... wasn’t it? They’d managed to get through half a year without wanting to kill each other, had adopted a tiny son (who wasn’t quite so tiny anymore), and were living together in one of the biggest cities in the country. If that wasn’t what being an adult and growing together as people looked like, he sure as hell didn’t know what did. So that’s what had made his decision for him -- he was going to do this. He was going to ask her to marry him. Right now. Today.
Holy shit. He was going to do this.
After a 45 minute freak out that involved too many strudels, a dramatic rolling about on the floor, and a shot of vodka chased with a brownie... he knew that he was making the right decision. As terrifying as it was? This was right for them. It was exactly what he wanted to do and even if it was terrifying... it was fine, because they could be terrified together. Team Everel. Like always. So he shot her a quick text to head back to the apartment whenever she was out of class, making sure that the feast of Wendys was spread out over the table. It was where they’d gone for their first date and it was way better than any expensive restaurant they could have gone with. This way they’d get more food, better food, and wouldn’t have to put on pants. It was a win/win for everyone. He was just reaching over to light a candle that he’d put in between the table when the doorknob turned and he grinned as he glanced over at it, holding the lighter behind his back. “Surprise!” He shouted as he clapped his hands together, frowning when he dropped the lighter. “Ah, shit__fuck.” He reached down to grab it, shaking his head at his own stupidity as he thanked whoever had decided that you needed to push a button to make flames pop on out of them. “No harm, no foul. We’re good. We’ve got this.”
