He jumped down each step when the cymbals banged together and then walked over to me, singing his heart out. He wasn’t the best singer in the world, but I didn’t care.
He took the scene straight from10 Things I Hate About You, and if Kat Stratford the man-hater could give Heath Ledger’s character a chance after this performance, then I could take another chance on love with Joel.
He stood in front of me and rang out the final word, holding his arms out for me to accept him.
I didn’t just do that—I jumped straight onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing him for every day I missed him, wasting so much time being scared.
“I love you, crazy man,” I told him and ignored the crowd as they celebrated the hero getting his girl.
With me in his arms, he carried me back to his ’90s themed float and set me in a chair.
“I’m never giving up, Lips, and I want you for worse or for better. I want you forever and ever.” He got down on one knee and pulled out a ring from a little pouch from his briefs.
“I’m not touching that thing if it’s been hanging out with your sweaty balls,” I teased, but held my hand out. Of course, I’d marry this man.
He slid the big diamond solitaire on my finger, with an even bigger smile on his face.
I reached over and pulled him in with my newly blinged-out finger and pressed my smile to his.
Music started playing over the speakers of his float, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“The girl told me how to get the girl; I figured it was our end of the story credits song.”
My crazy man.
We kissed and celebrated our love to the tune of a Taylor Swift song.
