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"Corbyn, I can't do this," Daniel wavered, running a hand through his hair, pacing his living room. "I really think I can't do this, it's gonna go wrong, it's gonna-"
"Bro, calm down," Corbyn said softly, putting a hand on Daniel's shoulder, "you'll be perfectly fine, it's just Faith,"
"Yeah, but it just feels different," Daniel sighed,
"I can't mess this up! Wait, what if she says no, oh my-" Daniel rushed, his eyes widening.
"She is not going to say no," Corbyn rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's see the ring again."
Daniel pulled the red velvet box out of his jean pocket, gingerly holding it in his hands.
He snapped open the box, careful not to drop it.
"Woah."
"Yeah, 'woah'," Jonah said, walking from the kitchen, sipping coffee from his favorite Harry Potter mug.
"You've seen it already?" Zach questioned from the couch.
"Of course," Jonah scoffed.
"Words cannot express how nervous you look," Jack snickered to Daniel.
"That's because I am, idiot!" Daniel plopped on the couch.
"Anyways, Rudy and the girls should-"
Almost as if on cue, a honking of a car horn was heard outside the house, with Rudy's voice muffled but still heard clearly in the house:
"GET IN LOSERS, WE GOT OURSELVES A PROPOSAL TO DO!"
