That was until I found THE ONE. You know how you feel when you find the one. You laugh. Your heart beats a little faster. You lean closer to the laptop screen in disbelieving wonder as you read something so lovely, so sexy, so perfect that you know from your head to your toes that you've found a little slice of heaven. And today's selection will give you all of that and more.
My pick for today's MmmmmMonday post is Put A Ring On It by WhatsMyNomDePlume. Written for the "Will You Marry Me?" contest held by the TwiGirls Next Door, this story is the tale of a doggedly persistent Edward who just can't get Bella to say, "Yes." The premise is sweet and funny but it's the writing that makes this story shine. The descriptions make the scenes come alive. The dialog, both spoken and inner, sparkles with wit. And sweet Jesus, even the grammar Nazi won't be able to find a single comma out of place on this baby. It's ABSOLUTELY perfect.
Want proof? Check these bad boys out:
Yeah, that's right! This story won both 3rd place in the poll voting AND judges choice by two of the three judges! Because this story ROCKS!
But seeing is believing, so let me give you a little taste of how much there is for you to love:
The next day, I was sitting at a bar with our friends, Alice and Jasper, when Edward strolled in, a small carrier bag in his hand. Alice, wise to the world, immediately started squealing.
"Oh my god, Edward! What did you get?" Her tiny little voice was as excited as she was, bouncing slightly in her seat.
"Oh, just something that Bella and I talked about yesterday," Edward said. His tone was smooth and slick but I was too busy getting him a Black-and-Coke, his standard bar drink, to notice. The next few words, however, caught my attention.
"What did you and Bella talk about that comes from Tiffany's?" Jasper's low drawl beat Alice to her next question and I looked away from signaling the waitress.
"Yeah, Edward, what did we talk about that… oh no. No. Edward. No, no. No, we talked about this, no," I said, knowing exactly what that cocky, knowing smile on his face was.
"Really Bella? Six no's?" he said, pulling a small blue box out of the matching bag. Alice gasped and Jasper took an audible gulp of his drink.
"I can say 'no' more times if it will get through your stubborn head," I hissed.
"Oh no, Bella. I asked you a question yesterday and I want an answer," he said. With a confident nod, he popped open the box to reveal a beautiful round, brilliant cut diamond ring.
"Oh my god! That's the Jean Schlumberg bud ring with pavĂ© inlay!" Alice exclaimed. All three of us took a moment to stare at her, but her eyes were locked on the ring, unaware of our bewilderment as to how she knew exactly what ring Edward had gotten. "Bella, are you marrying Edward? That's so romantic! Especially since you guys have only been dating—"
"Alice, no," I interrupted her. "Edward's being a jackass. He made a joke about marrying me yesterday and I called him out on it. He kept on insisting that he meant it even though I told him I didn't care and then kept on asking me, even though I said no, and now he's just irritating me."
"First, the whole point of asking you is to show you that I wasn't joking. Hence the fact that I went out and bought a ring! I'd marry you, Bella. I wasn't just making a passing joke," Edward insisted.
"Edward, we haven't even been dating a month. I don't even know when your birthday is!" I exclaimed. I was beginning to get frustrated. Part of me was amused by this whole charade, but part of me wanted him to stop joking about it. Even three weeks in, I was feeling like I wanted everything with him—and I didn't want him to treat marriage as a joke. When it came up, in proper time, I wanted it to be serious. I wanted it to be real.
"My birthday is June 13th. Bella, will you marry me?" Edward asked. He had a wide smile on his face, and Alice and Jasper were looking between the two of us like there had actually been a real question posed.
"No, Edward," I said and walked out of the bar. I walked all the way home, with Edward a few meters behind me. As soon as we entered my apartment, I rounded on him. "What the hell, Edward? Can you stop joking about marrying me?"
"I would, but I never started. Marry me, Bella," he said. His face was honest and earnest but I couldn't stand it.
"Stop saying that!" I yelled. Edward's eyebrows lifted, but he simply shook his head. As he would prove so many times in our relationship, he was far better at keeping his temper than I was.
"Not until you take me seriously," he replied calmly.
"Fine. I am taking you seriously. And in all seriousness, my answer is no," I said, trying to control my anger.
"Okay," he said. A look of disappointment flashed over his face almost too quickly for me to discern it.
"So you'll stop asking me?" I asked, relieved.
"Nope," he announced, a small smile blooming on his face. "I'm going to keep asking you until you say yes. If you want to stay with me, you're just going to have to grin and bear it. Or say yes. That's always an option." His smile, now bright and beatific, lit up his entire face. Like so much about him, it was completely irresistible.
"Edward…"
"Just go with it, Bella. Treat it like yet another thing you're going to have to put up with. I didn't get the duck critter pants. Instead, I'm just going to ask you to marry me from time to time." He pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. My anger melted away as I melted into his arms. This did not bode well for the future, my inability to stay angry at him. I kissed him again, wondering how much crazy was hidden under that popped collar.
"I think I would rather you wore the duck pants."
Funny, no? And I didn't even tease the lemon but believe me you'll be saying, "Yes," right along with Bella! Read this now. Seriously. Go, take the few minutes it will take to savor this story and I promise you that you will NOT regret it!
And with that, I leave you with the following:
Enjoy!!!
2 comments:
Def gonna have to check this one out!
Sounds good!! =D
Ahhh.... and you cracked me up with adding the oh oh oh oh oh oh song to it ROFTL, because it makes me think a a few, different things that have nothing to do wit fan fic at all. Uhm... never mind. LOL
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