She's Wearing My Boxers
I groaned and picked up my pear phone.
"What?" I asked irritated.
"Well, hello to you Mr. Grumpy Pants," Gibby said in a baby voice.
"What do you want?" I asked again, only more annoyed that irritated.
"I was wondering if you wanted to pick up the engagment ring tonight."
"Oh, I completely forgot," I said smiling as I looked at Sam, lying in my arms. She's so beautiful when she sleeps.
"Of course I will," I said, nodding to myself.
"Okay, be here in five."
I hung up the phone and put it down.
"Sam," I whispered, and shook her gently.
"I'm going to go pick up something from Gibby's apartment, I'll be back in about half an hour to make some bacon," I said smiling. That's my girl.. Lovely and obsessed with bacon.
"Okay," she said with her eyes still closed.
"I love you," she smiled.
"I love you too," I said and kissed her on the forehead.
I slid out of bed and walked over to my drawer in Sam's closet. I took out some jeans and a shirt. I looked down to see I needed some boxers too. I looked over at the bed to see Sam was wearing mine from last night, I laughed silently.
After I slipped on my boxers and had my clothes on, I grabbed my phone and keys and headed out. When I got to Gibby's house I knocked on the door.
A tall, good looking girl answered the door.
"Oh, Hey Tasha," I said cassually.
"Where's Gibby?" I asked urgantly.
"He's right in here. Come in," she said and smiled at me kindly. I walked in and put my hands over my eyes.
"Gibby!" I yelled, discusted.
"What?" He asked, confused.
"Put some clothes on!"
"Oh," he said, slipping on clothes while I uncovered my eyes. Tasha giggled.
"...Yeah, anyway. The ring?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure, one sec," he said, walking into his bedroom.
"O. M. G!" Tasha screamed. "You're asking Sam to marry you?!" She grinned.
"Sure am," I smiled, twitling my thumbs.
"So, what's the big plan?" She asked smiling.
"Well, I'm going over to Spencer's place to pick up his old couch. We've made a ton of memories on it. Then-"
"Awww!" She mused.
"Well.." I said, taking the small velvet box from Gibby's hands and have him a hug.
He smiled, "no problem."
"Good luck," Tasha said grinning.
"Hopefully I don't need it," I smiled and walked out the door.