This is the sequel to my short story "I could talk to you forever" same characters 
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Prom night, Jack thought, she’s either going to kill me, or say yes. I hope she says yes.
Jack pulled the black velvet heart shaped box out of his pocket and looked at it. Did he have the guts to ask her? He hoped so. Would she say yes? He hoped so. Would she get mad at him for asking in high school? He hoped not.
“This is the senior prom,” his mom said, “stop freaking out!”
“This is more than prom, mom,” he mumbled, “I’m about to ask Eve to marry me.”
“You’re what?!!!” his mother got to her feet and confronted him.
“I’m asking Eve to marry me tonight.”
“Jack,” she cupped his face like a mother would, “listen to yourself, you’re in high school, how are you going to support yourselves?”
He shrugged, “we’ll figure something out, as long as she says yes.”
“What makes you think she’ll say yes?”
“I’m not one hundred percent sure she will, but I’m taking the risk anyways.”
“Your father won’t allow this,” she protested.
Jack groaned and rolled his eyes, “mom, dads so far into the addiction he won’t give a crap!”
“Jack!” his mother scolded.
“Well I’m right aren’t I?” He turned back to the mirror and straightened his tie. “Mom, there’s nothing you can say that will change my mind.”
His mom and sighed then smiled, “while I maintain that you are too young, I can’t say that I’m not partly happy for you.”
“You are a strange mom, mom. Your son’s getting engaged in high school and you’re happy.” He looked at the clock, “crap, I’m going to be late!”
He gave his mom a kiss on the cheek and bounded for the garage. His mom had granted him use of the Jaguar-should he chose to use it- and he was defiantly going to use it. Any other dance he would have taken his motorcycle, but he doubted that messing up Eve’s hair would be in his best interests tonight.
He self-consciously rubbed the velvet box again, he didn’t know when he was going to ask her tonight, but it was going to be tonight. As he neared her house his nervousness turned into panic. He was nearly hyperventilating by the time he got to her door. But he took a few deep breaths and rang the doorbell.
Her dad answered the door, with a cliché scowl on his face, Jack knew it was fake, but it didn’t help his nerves nonetheless.
“Hey Mr. E-D.”
“E-D?”
“Eve’s dad.”
He let out a fake laugh and sharpened his gaze, “clever.”
Jack was almost on the verge of bolting when Eve came down the stairs. He cleared his throat, “hi Eve.” He was left temporarily breathless by her beauty.
“Hi Jack,” she said nervously, “ready to go?”
“If you are.”
“Good God,” she groaned, “I’m no where near ready,” sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like chocolate.
“Oh really?”
“No,” she bounded down the rest of the stairs, moving with grace unbecoming to someone wearing the shoes she was. “I’m ready now.”
Jack took her arm and led her out to the car where he pinned her corsage on her. “You look more beautiful than…you did at the last dance.”
“You’re comparing me to myself?”
“There’s nothing as beautiful as you.”
When they arrived at the prom, Jack was all too aware of the velvet box in his pocket getting heavier and heavier. But he didn’t know how to ask her. He felt so retarded, it was even screwing with his dancing.
“Jack,” Eve asked, “are you okay?”
“Stomach ache,” he lied.
“Aww, poor thing, want to sit down?”
“No, I’m fine, the movement’s helping it.”
“Liar,” she said, “it’s something else. Oh well, if its got nothing to do with me, I won’t care for two more hours.
It does involve you, Jack thought, but instead of pressing the matter further, he halted and kissed her. They were in the middle of the dance floor. It was just like a scene from the movies, partly why he decided to do it, the rest of it was just the over whelming need to kiss her.
Later in the night when they were walking out to his car he stopped, catching her arm, “we need to talk.”
She gave him a skeptical look, “I thought that was a girl’s line?” He could sense the potential of tears in her words.
“Its not a line, but…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the box. “Evelyn Romas,” he got down on one knee, uncaring about the dirt on his suit. “I know we’re just in high school, seniors though, but, I love you, I love you like Edward loves Bella, and I want to spend forever with you. Marry me?”
“What?”
“Will you marry me?”
A giant grin spread across her face, “of course I will.”
Jack surged up and caught her in a giant crushing hug and kiss.
“Now, we need to discuss somethings don’t we?” She said almost giddy as he slid the ring on her finger.
“Yes we do.”
They drove back to Eve’s house, where her father was absent.
“Where’s your dad?” He asked.
Eva shrugged, “probably out with Marcy, or something,” she shrugged uncaringly.
“Alright, I’ll order pizza.”
“And I’ll change my clothes, this dress is so uncomfortable!”
Twenty minutes later they were sitting cross-legged on the coffee table eating pizza and lounging and talking.
“How are we going to support ourselves?”
“We’ve got our collage funds, and that will put us through collage and then…”
“Where are we going to collage?”
“I was hoping to tag along with you; I don’t really care where I go.”
Eve leaned across the pizza box and kissed him. “We’ll figure something out won’t we?”
“Yes we will.” He winced and switched to the couch, “that was starting to hurt.”
Eve laughed and launched herself off of the coffee table onto the couch next to him. Then she reached up and pulled the pizza box onto their laps.
“I wish I could stay this way forever,” she said wishfully.
Jack turned and looked at her, “well, we’re going to…somewhat.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder, “you bet.”
“You are happy about this right? I mean-”
“Jack, I love you, I want to spend, forever with you. If we were in one of Stephenie Meyer’s novels, we’d become vampires, just so we could spend eternity together.”
“We’ll be alright then?”
“We’ll be better than alright, we’ll be perfect.”
Eve leaned against his shoulder and examined the ring.
“We should write our own vows,” she declared.
“Really? What would yours be?”
“I vow, to leave this ring on forever-unless I’m in the shower-as a testament of how much I love you, and how much I always will.”
“Mine would be ‘I vow to always show you how much I love you, and to never let that love die.”
Eve started briefly, “we need bulletproof vests,” she declared.
“Why?”
“For when we tell my dad, he’ll shoot us.”
“We’ll hide the guns first.”
“Good idea.” Eve turned and looked into his eyes, and saw thousands of faces, all alike and at the same time incredibly different. “Did you ever hear that if you looked into the eyes of your soul mate you’d see all the generations that you would produce?”
Jack nodded, looking into her eyes.
“At least I’m not the only one.
Some time later they were falling asleep on the couch, Eve’s dad still not home yet.
“Jack, how long will you love me?”
“Forever and always, love, forever and always.”
. I think a sweet little cute story of prom could be really good, but I don't know. It bugs me when people write these cutesy stories about marriage, and that's not really what it should be like. Romance, yes, but not all...fluff. But putting my bias aside, you did a good job with being sappy but not *gag* kind of sappy..if that makes sense xD
