20 - Diamonds

                                    

                                          
Jack POV
                          
It had been three days since the girls had arrived from the cruise. Nothing huge had happened to anybody since they came in. Mark had been making more private phone calls and going different places, but other than that there's been nothing out of the ordinary. 
                          
I had just finished editing a Google Feud video when Mark barged in the door, demanding I get ready to go out. 
                          
So, I did. Dressed in my snazzy navy suit and black bow tie, I tied the laces of my shoes. I had to admit, my shoes were technically dance shoes for a ballroom, but hey they're comfortable. I stepped out into the kitchen to find him in a crisp black suit and tie, his hair styled nicely and a smile upon his face. 
                          
"Well, you look amazing" he said as I approached him. 
                          
"As do you" I said in response before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Where are we going?"
                          
He looked at me and smiles before shaking his head. He took my hand and lead me through the door and to the passenger side door, opening and closing it for me, before getting into the driver's seat and speeding off into the night. 
                          
He drove into LA and parked in front of a restaurant named Clair de Lune Humeur. (A/N I never studied French, so the name is strictly from Google Translate. It sounds pretty. The only french I know is ballet terms.) We walked inside and were seated at a table under the name Fischbach, being placed in the center. The room was painted a deep blue, deeper than any sea could create. It was accompanied by black, shimmering drapes across the tall, picturesque windows. The high hanging chandeliers cast a silver glow across every thing. His eyes sparkled with each movement of the light hanging above us. His hands fiddled with anything he could touch, a sign he was nervous, but even half way through the meal he was still fiddling. 
                          
Our waiter came over for a final time to give the check, Mark taking it and slipping the undisclosed amount to the waiter. His foot tapped mine beneath the table and I looked up to him. The pianist had stopped and instead played a soft violin. It almost had a melancholic sound to it, beautiful to someone like me. His eyes sparkled more as he gazed at me, taking my hands in his. 
                          
"Jack." He spoke. His voice was shaky, but not to a noticeable level.  His hands were clammy. He looked gorgeous. 
                          
"Mark." I responded, drawing in a deep breath.
                          
"From the day we met, I became lost in your ocean eyes. From then I knew I had fallen in love, but never knew how to accept it. I soon realized I was gay and that I had to have your heart. And then I got it. I guess falling in love with you was like falling asleep. Slowly, and then all at once. Your laugh never sounds dull, I'm never tired of staring into your eyes. You awakened a love in my so powerful it can never be closed.  I never want to live a day without you by my side." He smiled at me with tears spiking at his eyes. Or were they at mine?
                          
Before I knew what was happening there was a man on one knee at my feet. 
                          
"I guess what I'm trying to say is, Sean William McLoughlin, will you marry me?" 
                          
I looked down on him with tears running down my face, seeing him hold a ring. I nodded my head and muttered "yes" a million times, pulling him to me and pressing a kiss to his lips, not caring about being in public, let alone such a fancy place. 
                          
I was going to marry Mark. 
                          
A/N
                          
okay, so I know it's short, but I didn't think much more was needed. But, I do believe we are coming up on the last couple chapters. If everything goes to plan, I'm stopping at chapter 25. But I'll leave it on a good note, I promise. I just want to move onto other things I suppose. 
                          
Now back to your beautiful lives!
                          
~Lexie