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Shiver:

-Morgan-

I got a text from Greg today. He said that he wanted to talk. I have so many guesses as to about what. Maybe he wants to marry me. I sent him a text back.

What is it about?

He wrote me back.

Come out to the park and see.

Okay, now he's got me curious. I have to go out and see. My only is that it's a good surprise before I have to go back to school tomorrow. I sat on the bus, looking at my phone. He didn't exactly give me a time to meet. I left him a voice mail about five minutes ago before I left the house. I resisted the urge to bug him on the surprise. After all, I wanted to be surprised by what he had to say. I happened to look up and see an old lady staring at me.

"Hello dear," she told me. I gave her a little wave.

"Hi," I said. "Where are you headed today?"

"Downtown to the community center to play bingo," the old lady answered. "What about you?" I couldn't help but to smile at her question.

"I'm going to see my boyfriend today," I replied.

"Oh," she said. "Is it a date?"

"Sort of," I said. "He said that he wanted to talk to me about something." The old lady chuckled at me.

"Aw, young love," she said. She leaned in closer to me. "Maybe he's proposing to you," she offered. I smiled as I shrugged at her.

"Possibly," I said. The old lady raised an eyebrow at me.

"Do you want get married?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "But I don't want to get my hopes up."

"Ah, I see," the old lady replied. I sat back in my seat. Inside, I am squealing at the thought of a proposal.

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I made it to the park about three o'clock. You can never tell summer from winter in Miami. It all looks the same to me. Maybe that's why I wished that I was a bird and could fly away when I was younger. I know that Judy has wished the same thing in the past. I saw it in her eyes. I wonder if Greg feels the same way I do. I reached into my purse and pulled out my cell phone. I opened up the compose part of texting.

I'm at the park. Where are you?

I put my phone back in my purse and began to look for a place to wait. No sooner was I about to take my hand off; I felt my phone buzz at my fingertips. Damn that was fast, I thought. I pulled out my phone and flipped it open. I didn't expect Greg to write me back so quickly.

Look up!

I lifted my head to see Greg sitting on the park bench ahead of me with ice cream cones in his hands. I walked over with an eyebrow raised.

"Yo," he said when I got close enough.

"Why do you have ice cream?" I asked.

"Because I wanted it."

"But it's January."

"So?" He offered me a cone. "Want it?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Fine, you went through the trouble." I took the cone and sat down next to him. At least he got me mint chocolate chip. I took a lick.

"Okay, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked. Greg took a lick of his own ice cream.

"I am not ready for marriage just yet," he said. My heart began to sink, but I licked my ice cream to not show my feelings.

"Oh," I said. Greg looked around for a second. I glanced down at his head as he reached into his pocket. He placed a small red ring box in my lap.

"Open that when you finish your ice cream," Greg said. I turned to him with an odd look on my face.

"Why?" I asked.

"You'll like it after you finish your ice cream," he insisted.

"Okay," I said. I took another lick. "So what else are we doing here?" I asked.

"Not much," he answered.

"Not much?"

"That's right."

"So we just sit here, eat ice cream, and do nothing?"

"Yes."

"Alright..." We both took another lick of our ice cream.

"You got some dripping on the side there," Greg said, pointing to the opposite side of the cone.

"Hm?" I asked. I turned the cone and started licking.

"There you go," he said. Somehow, I couldn't help but to smile. I think I like days like this. I would come to like it even more after I opened that box.

I'll Always be Waiting for You