First, a shout out to the best holiday of the year, Cinco de Mayo. This is better known as the day I’m contractually obligated to drink a margarita. While I am of Mexican descent, this isn’t why I’m obligated to drink a margarita. The reason is… because I want to.
I searched for sombrero pictures hoping I could find one with an animal, but my favorite thing about this picture is the horse is apparently ‘in disguise.’ Wait, I mean, what horse??? I only see a very festive human!
For the final book in the One More Thing Series, Ryan and Luke are at the end of their senior year in high school. Which means college decisions and figuring out whether they have a future together.
For the last two books about them, I decided to switch it up and for them to be more stable, so the drama wasn’t about their relationship. This book… isn’t like that.
However, it’s not all doom and gloom. Senior year means prom, and prom means promposals. So I figured I’d share a fun scene where Luke asks Ryan to prom.
“At least offer to split the therapy bill with me as a gesture of goodwill,” Ryan said while exiting his house, too busy arguing with his father to notice me.
“You think you need therapy?” Mr. Miller spoke while shutting the door behind him. “You left me with parenting PTSD.”
“You called me fat!”
“I only suggested a walk,” Mr. Miller tiredly corrected.
“Who goes on freaking father-son walks?” Ryan complained merrily in fine form.
They began talking over each other.
“We don’t both have to—”
“Which brings us back to you thinking I should lose some weight.”
“If you could be patient for five seconds—”
“Oh, are we making wishes to the never-gonna-happen-fairy because—”
“Really? My wish already came true.”
“So not fair! What did you wish for?”
“For him to put me out of my misery.” Mr. Miller nodded his head, indicating me. To me, he said, “You owe me so badly.”
“Luke!” Ryan exclaimed. “And… a giant anthill.”
My promposal did resemble a giant anthill. The brown mass nearly reached my knees, a volcano surrounded by a small island and ocean landscape. I put in the ingredient to make it blow. The ‘lava’ bubbled and foamed with a small rush of sound as it began pouring from the top and erupting over the island and spilling out into the ocean.
“Is that… root beer?” Yep. Ryan’s favorite drink. A huge smile burst over his face.
Lava funneled from the volcano to the carefully cut spaces below to spell out ‘prom.’ More statement than question.
“Prom?” I asked. There, there was the question.
“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
“Once is fine.”
He leapt into my arms, giving me just enough time to plant my feet and ensure we stayed upright instead of toppling into the display below. The first brush of his lips landed a few inches left of my mouth, though it worked as he began peppering kisses all over my face, too giddy for finesse or aim.
Yeah, this went well.
One Big Decision comes out on May 17th. Pre-order your copy now!