Chapter 111

Towel drying my hair, I emerged from the bathroom in my baggy genie pants and blue t-shirt, Charles leaning against the door-frame with a tooth-brush in his mouth and nothing but a pair of camouflage cargo pants on and grey socks, "So I was thinking..." Throwing the towel into the hamper in the corner, I grabbed my hairbrush from on top of the dresser and turned to him while brushing through the mess which was my hair. "Yeah?" "Yeah... when I get back from this trip, I'm going to do everything properly. Ring and all." He said, removing the toothbrush from his mouth and seemingly deep in thought. "Really?" "I want to do this right. For once have something normal in our lives... I think it'll be good for us." "It's up to you," I replied, turning and smiling slightly as an idea hit me, "Do you want me to act all surprised when it happens? Start crying? Recite a poem?" He gave me a dead-pan look, "...Shut up. Sup