Amanda's Point of View
My eyes fluttered open to the sound of the phone ringing. I groggily leaned over and picked it up, bringing it to my ear.
"Hey, it's me." I heard Vanessa say. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out today."
"That sounds great!" I replied, instantly energized. "I'll meet you in the lobby in 45 minutes."
"�K, bye!"
I hung up the phone and rushed around my room, getting ready. When I was finished, I headed toward my hotel room door.
Glancing at my watch, I realized that I still had ten minutes. Oh well, I thought. I'll just be a little early. I walked out of the hotel room, and gasped.
Josh was standing there.
"Hey, baby." He said softly, reaching out to touch my face.
Tears filled my eyes and threatened to spill. "Where have you been?" I whispered. I cleared my throat. "Where have you been?"
"I've been... thinking. And you and me... 'We' are the only thing that I've ever been completely sure about. And I- I don't want it to ever end.
�Amanda, will you marry me?"
I gasped. "I- I didn't expect this."
"Just tell me you'll be my angel. I love you." His beautiful eyes pleaded with me.
"Y-yes. Yes, I'll marry you." I told him, grinning widely.
His face instantly lit up. The ring he was holding was tenderly slipped onto my finger, and he leaned down and kissed me.
"Let's go back to my room." He told me, in between kisses.
I nodded in agreement, totally forgetting about meeting Vanessa.
Once we were inside his room, he laid my down on his fluffy bed, planting warm kisses down my neck.
"Are you ready, baby?" He whispered, his hot breathe tickling my earlobe.
I fingered my engagement ring. "Yes, I'm ready."
Then I heard a sound coming from the bathroom. I turned my head, and gasped as a figure emerged, wrapped only in a towel. Then I noticed who it was. It was Precious.
I stared at her in horror and she stared back at me with the same _expression on her face. We opened our mouth and screamed the same words: "WHAT THE HELL!?�
Vanessa's Point of View
Where the fuck was Amanda?! Was this whole thing a joke?
I glanced at my watch once again. Half past ten. She was already half an hour late. She had obviously stood me up.
I sighed in exasperation and sauntered out of the lobby through the swinging doors. If Amanda was trying to ruin my good time, I wasn't going to let it happen. I was going to go have fun by myself.
Sara's Point of View
I laughed uncontrollably as Lance continued to tickle me, but I kept holding his prized possession away from him.
"Sara! Give me back my Poofoo toy!" He pleaded, tickling me even harder.
I finally tossed it to him and he clutched it to his chest.
I giggled. "Lance, stop acting like a baby."
"I'm not acting like a baby!" He retorted, smiling.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are!"
He leaned over and kissed me. "Now am I acting like a baby?"
"Nope, not anymore," I replied, putting my arms around his soft neck and pulling him closer to me.
All the sudden, we heard a loud scream come from Josh's room.
"What was that?!" I asked, worried.
Lance burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Josh told me how he's proposing to Amanda tonight." He explained. "I think they're making some loooove..." He grinned like a little kid, and started laughing again.
"LANCE! You and your sick, sick mind!" I scolded.
"Me and my sick, sick mind are thinking about something else right now." He told me, his _expression getting serious again.
I looked at him lovingly. Lance was so incredibly sexy when he tried to be serious.
Wrapping me in his muscular arms, he began to plant kisses down my back.
I grinned. "Lance?"
"Yeah baby?"
"I love you, sick mind and all."