That Boy (49 page)

Yay! He's here to take my order, and I'm starved. Okay, I'm thinking a big steak, some garlic mashed potatoes……but I notice he doesn't have his little pad out.

Instead, he sets another box on the table in front of me.

I think I'm on present overload. Can't I just play with what I already have?

But I want to please Phillip, so I smile at him and start to untie the bow on the box. At first, I think this is another charm, but I realize this box is bigger than the others.

Charm earrings, perhaps?

“Wait.” Phillip says.

He grabs both of my hands in his and looks into my eyes. “First, I want to tell you that I love you, that I'm
IN love
with you. I know you wanted me to be serious when I said it, and I am. Princess, I have loved you for as long as I can remember.”

I smile at him, and I know he's serious. I feel the same way. Then he slides out of the booth, walks over to my side, kneels down on one knee in front of me, takes my hand in his and says, “Will you marry me?”

WAIT!!

“WHAT!????!!!!?” What was that last part? I thought you said…..

Phillip doesn't respond to my question or my shocked look. Instead he slides back into the booth next to me, unties the ribbon on the box, and opens the lid.

And what's inside is
definitely
not charm earrings.

What's inside is a
ring
.

An ENGAGEMENT ring!

Absolutely. The. Most. Beautiful. Engagement. Ring. I. Have. Ever. Seen.

Yet, it looks strangely familiar to me.

But why?

I've never seen a ring like this. It's so beautiful!

I look at Phillip, and then it hits me, “Oh my God, this is the ring I sketched.”

I am stunned.

I look at him, flabbergasted. That's a very weird word, but no other word can accurately describe the way I must look.

Phillip smiles and pulls a little folded up piece of paper from the top of the box and hands it to me.

“No way,” I mutter and shake my head.

I unfold it, and there is my drawing.

He kept it.

Has he
always
known?

I mean, did he keep it because he knew
months ago
that he wanted to marry me?

I look at the ring again. A gorgeous two-carat emerald cut diamond in a platinum setting with baguettes diamonds on the crisscrossed sides.

I am staring at perfection.

This ring belongs on my finger.

I am dazed.

“So will you marry me?” Phillip says, jolting me back to reality.

“Phillip. No. I can't marry you. We're on our first date. What am I going to tell everyone?
I know you didn't even know we were dating, but on our first date we got engaged.
It's like the time in sorority, when one of the girls passed her candle and when she blew it out we were all like,
which one is she marrying?
Because she was dating like two different guys. I don't want to be that girl, Phillip. Everyone will think we're nuts.”

I pause, “You
can't
get engaged on your first date.” I put my hand on his cheek, kiss him, look into his eyes and say sincerely, “I'm not saying I don't want to marry you. I mean that possibility seems very intriguing to me, but don't you think we should see if we can make it past, I don't know, maybe the third date or something?”

Phillip sits there very calmly. He's known me long enough to know that this is not necessarily my final answer, that I'm working things out in my mind by saying them. I tend to speak what my mind is thinking.

It does get me in trouble sometimes. But I'm done talking. This is ridiculous. I said no, what more is there?

Phillip leans over and whispers in my ear. He reminds me of something that happened so long ago, I had completely forgotten it.

And then, well, all of a sudden, everything made perfect sense.

Hmm.

“So, let me ask again,” Phillip says patiently. “Will you marry me, Princess?”

I smile and say, “
Yes
!” as he slips the ring on my finger.

Apparently you
can
get engaged on your first date.

And you know, it's not like we have to tell anyone right away.

Right?

“So can we kind of keep this our little secret?” I ask Phillip. “Like we'll start letting people know we're dating, and then maybe in a few months, we can announce the whole engagement thing?”

“Uh…sure,” Phillip responds.

That should work out just fine, I think.

“So can we order now?”

“Um, well, we need to run downstairs real quick first.”

I give him my dejected look.

He sighs big at me and gives me a
is your stomach all you ever think about
look. “Just quick and then we'll eat, I promise.”

He drags me out of the booth and down to the mezzanine level.

Now normally, I would ask a million questions about where we are going that's so freaking important, why we can't at least eat first, stuff like that.

But what can I say?

I'm still a bit dazed by the ring, but I'm also seriously dazed by, well, everything!

All of it! The roses, the dress, the spa, the limo, the charms, the ring. He really put a lot of thought into this. And I'm starting to grasp the fact that he's loved me for a long time.

Why didn't I ever see that?

Maybe
I'm the one
that's not so perceptive.

Phillip leads me into a ballroom.

There are people mingling and talking and a band that looks like it's getting ready to start playing.

“This is the fundraiser my parents are at,” Phillip tells me, while scanning the room.

So much for not telling anyone. I'll have to stress that this is just between us, and that we will tell people in our own sweet time.

As I look for his parents in the crowd, I'm surprised to see a few people I know. Like a couple of the girls from Phillip's office.

Hmm, maybe this is a fundraiser that Mr. Mac's company is hosting or something.

But then over in the corner, I spot our friends, Brandon and Neil...wait a minute.

“Hey Phillip, Brandon and Neil are over there. Why are they at this party?”

He ignores my question and points, “Hey, there's Mom and Dad.”

But when I see Katie and Eric, I
know
something is going on.

Why are all these people I know at this fundraiser?

Katie is not the fundraiser type.

And what fund is it for anyway?

Why isn't there a sign?

Finally I say, “Phillip,
what the hell is going on here?
”

He looks at me with a huge grin, holds up his hands, and happily says, “
Sur-prise!
This is our engagement party.”

I blink, hard.

What? You've GOT to be kidding me.

This
is keeping things QUIET?

I stand there and stare at him, dumbfounded. I'm sure my mouth is hanging wide open. The boy is nuts.

“Excuse me? You were so confident that I would agree to marry you on our first date that you planned a surprise engagement party?”

“Well, not just me,” he grins proudly, as he takes my hand. “My family helped a ton and Danny and Lori too.” He is so excited about this.

WHO is this man?

He has taken on some alter ego, and I don't like it one bit!

Phillip kisses me quickly and says, “Let's go up on stage, thank everyone for coming, and tell them it's official! Now we can party!”

I look at the stranger standing in front of me and pull my hand out of his, with as much force as I can muster.

“
You arrogant son of a bitch
,” I say.

Well, maybe I growl it. It's hard to say for certain. But I can tell you this. I am fuming, smoke flying out of my ears, mad as I take the engagement ring off my finger, shove it into Phillip's hand, and march toward the stage. The march to the stage feels like it takes forever because there are a million thoughts running through my mind.

Did all these people come here because they
really
thought I'd say yes?

Or did they come for the fireworks of me saying no?

Do they wish us well?

Or hope to see us fail?

I reach the stage and tentatively walk out on it. One of the band members hands me a microphone, and I know I
really
need to say something to all these people.

Phillip and JJ sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G.

Great! Now I'm having flashbacks to when I was ten. As I survey the crowd, I see many of the friends who tortured me with those songs, except they're all grown up now. Well,
sort
of
grown up, I half expect them to break out in song. Unfortunately, they are just standing there, staring at me.

I may die of embarrassment.

Actually, I wish it
were
possible to die of embarrassment then I could drop dead, and I wouldn't have to do what I am about to do.

Part of me wonders how in the world I got here to begin with. Phillip and I have been friends for a really long time and, all of
a week ago
, decided to have a
real
relationship, as opposed to the totally platonic one we've always had.

And well, it has been
really
incredible.

I mean, Phillip is
incredible
in ways I hadn't even imagined!

Okay, so I might have imagined a little.

Anyway, as of about 6 minutes ago, we were out on a romantic first date.

Then he had to go and blow the whole thing all to hell by asking me to
marry
him.

Can you believe that?

Me neither.

And if it isn't
unbelievable enough
that he
asked
me to marry him
on our first date, he was so
damned sure
I'd say yes, he planned this huge,
surprise
engagement party.

Tonight. On our first date. Like, right now!

On stage, I shudder and mentally prepare myself for what I am about to do.
I have to tell everyone who came here tonight that there is NO WAY I'm going to marry that boy!

I put the microphone up to my mouth and say,
“Well it took me a little while, but I
finally
figured out this
isn't
a fund raiser.”

Laughter all around me.

“
Now, I know you all came here tonight expecting to surprise me with an engagement party.”
I pause for a minute.
“Well, at least we got the
surprised
part right
.” I chuckle.

Oh, I'm failing miserably up here. Just do it, JJ, get it over with.

“
Actually, Phillip did ask me to marry him tonight. And I have to tell you all that, well, I said NO.”

The crowd sighs. I glance over at Phillip's mom. She looks like she's going to faint, but I continue. I'm in too deep to stop now.

“
I told him that it's crazy. That this is our first real date, and God,
what would people think
?”

I try not to look at Phillip, but I do. He's standing very still, staring at my perfect ring, probably wondering how his magical plan went so astray.

But I go on,
“So he told me he loves me, that he has always loved me and
who cares
what people think anyway? But I'm thinking,
I do
. So I say NO again.”

The crowd goes,
aaahhh,
and then is silent.

What am I doing?
If I say no tonight will Phillip still date me, or will he give up on me forever? And what in the world would I do without him?

Just as my life about blows up in my face, I spot Danny and Lori in the crowd and something very important clicks in the back of my mind. I flashback to the conversation Phillip and I had after their engagement.

He asked me if I'd ever want to be surprised in front of a whole bunch of people.

Didn't he?

And I told him yes.

Didn't I?

Because I thought it would be so cool to know a guy planned all of it for me.

MY GOD, I asked for this!

He did it
all
for me.

ALL OF IT
.

The spa, the dress, the limo, the charms, the ring, the party. He did it because it's what he thought
I
wanted.

I look at Phillip again and melt. He's still my Phillip, my handsome prince. He still loves football, and cars, and darts and well,
me
.

So I decide.

For good this time.

What's my mantra?

Say it with me now!

What the hell!!!!

I continue speaking to the crowd,
“But then, Phillip reminded me of something that happened so long ago, I had completely forgotten it.”

I start to get tears in my eyes.

“
He reminded me of when we were ten, and he gave me my first kiss. We were on the swings out behind school, and right after he kissed me, he got up and ran away. Then all of a sudden, he stopped, turned around and yelled back,
Will you marry me someday?
I smile big at everyone as I remember this and tears start streaming down my face.

“
And I yelled back to him, YES! And so he said that if people ask, I could tell them that we've been secretly engaged for the past twelve years.
And so
,”
I close my eyes for a second and think,
here goes nothing
, open them and look straight at Phillip,
“you will probably all think I am
very
crazy, but I
had
to say YES again tonight!”