So I wrote this and I used the name Blake and not Y/N Bc I didn’t plan on putting this on Tumblr but then I finished it and I loved it so I was like EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS IT’S ADORABLE sooooooo ENOJOY!
"Almost ready?" Blake pulled back her newly dyed red hair into a silk ponytail, dressed in athletic shorts and a tank top.
A familiar Australian accent responded from the bathroom of her and hee boyfriend’s apartment, a wide grin spreading across her freckled face. “Coming, Love!”
She grinned like a silly school girl at Luke’s adorable pet name for her, “Love.”
Today was their 3rd anniversary, so Luke decided to take her on a hike, just like their first date. She giggled under her breath at the memory, playing it perfectly in her head.
“Damn, you look good in shorts,” Luke scanned her legs up and down, making her light cheeks turn rosy pink.
She looked down at her pale legs, wincing when she caught sight of her annoying thunder thighs.
"Really? I’ve always hated them," Blake muttered.
Luke’s blue-grey eyes (one of them tinted green ish in the light) widened in shock at Blake’s statement. “No way! They’re sexy as hell, you should wear shorts more often.”
Blake’s pale face was now bright red, her brown freckles making her face look like a strawberry. With nothing to say, Blake awkwardly looked down at the ground, unsure what to do. She tucked a stray lock of brown hair from her ponytail behind her bright red ear, picking up the water bottle she had rested by her feet on the gravel trail. Slinging her army green, slouchy backpack over her shoulder she started down the hiking trail.
Behind her, Luke scrambled to gather his materials and struggled to catch up with Blake, already breaking a sweat despite the wonderful 65 degree weather.
A pleasantly cool breeze blew against their faces as Luke and Blake made small talk hiking along the rocky path. Blake was certainly enjoying herself. This date with Luke was so much more relaxing and fun than any other date she’d been on. Most first dates were uncomfortable dinners in which Blake didn’t really know what to say. Maybe it was just because the guys she went on dates with were lame or didn’t know how to talk to a girl, but none of the first dates she’d been on had ever been like this.
She learned so much about Luke, and she was actually interested. They had started with favorites, Luke liked penguins, Cookies n Cream ice cream, the color blue and a TV show called How I Met Your Mother. He had a dog named Molly and two brothers, Ben and Jack. They were all from Australia, but Luke moved to the States on his own for college. They had extensive conversations and debates about pizza toppings, Kangaroos vs Elephants, hot chips, Mean Girls and Sleeping With Sirens.
Finally, after trekking across the long, nature filled path, Blake and Luke finally reached the huge rock form they had planned to climb.
Blake, now feeling more comfortable and herself around Luke, turned to him with a wide grin. “Carry me if I get too tired?” she pleaded.
Luke rolled his eyes, but smiled and shrugged awkwardly, face rose colored matching Blake’s from earlier.
"I’ll take that as a yes."
“I’m ready!” Her eager boyfriend appeared next to her, startling Blake and pulling her away from her flashback.
She nodded and grinned widely, starting out the door. The excited couple piled into their old, black Honda.
"We ought to get a new car," Blake commented, taking the wheel.
Luke nodded in agreement, popping Good Charlotte into the disc player. Together Blake and Luke sang loudly along to “The Anthem.” Long car rides with Luke were always Blake’s favorite, he loved to dance widely and scream/sing along to music with her.
The car ride took about an hour, but Blake thought it was totally worth it. It was 2pm, the sun was out, the weather was rather nice, a mere 53 degrees. She took a moment to enjoy the crisp February breeze and the beautiful nature surrounding her, glad she got to share it with the guy she loved.
As they set out on the path they had taken so long ago and began to make smalltalk, Blake couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She felt 23 again.
Blake sighed and looked down at her phone, tired of her friends dragging her to parties and then abandoning her. She took a swig of the Bud Lite in front of her as she scrolled through Twitter. Her ideal Saturday night was not alone at a dingy bar, sadly sipping beer and looking at her boss’s Twitter updates.
She rolled her eyes at some drunk guy with bright red hair squeezed her ass as she stood up. Douche.
Blake knew she shouldn’t have worn high wasted shorts. Some guys seemed to get the idea that when girls wore clothes that showed a majority of their leg meant that they wanted to have sex with them. Blake didn’t want to have meaningless sex with some d-bag from a smelly bar, she wanted to wear red high waisted shorts because she thought they looked cute.
She made a beeline for the lady’s restroom, hopeful she wouldn’t get involuntarily felt up in there. She pushed through sweaty bodies that were tightly packed together, a strong scent of alcohol filling the musky air.
Blake’s green eyes locked themselves on the dark brown bathroom door with a picture of a person in a skirt on it. Not paying attention to anyone in her path, Blake pushed right to the door.
She was just about to push the door open when someone came flying from her left and knocked her to the ground.
Blake let out a loud groan, watching her beer spill all over a heap of blonde hair.
Sprawled on top of Blake was a massively tall blonde guy, who was a giggling mess
"Hehehehe, I’m drunk. My name is Luke, my friend Michael pushed me!" Luke cheered.
Luke gasped as he stood up, beer spilling from his hair. Blake felt her heart stop for a second, nervous that he was going to yell at her. Instead, a huge grin spread across his face as he touched his hair.
"Beer! I love beer! Thank you!" He laughed, licking his finger.
Blake couldn’t stop herself from smiling at this adorable, drunk mess in front of her. She helped herself up, brushing dirt and dust off her legs.
Luke pointed at Blake’s shorts and yelled, “Those are red! Like my friend Michael’s hair! Cool!”
Blake looked up to see the red head that had grabbed her ass from earlier approach her and Luke from behind him.
"Hey! You’re the dick that grabbed my ass!" Blake snapped at Michael.
Michael rolled his eyes. “Sorry hun, it was an accident. I came to collect this wasted idiot.”
Luke didn’t seem very offended, but he was glaring at Michael with anger burning in his drunken blue eyes.
"Mikey! Don’t go around and touch girls’ butts without asking! What the hell is wrong with you?" He screamed.
Michael rolled his eyes again, obviously done with drunk Luke.>
"It’s time for bed," he said, grabbing Luke’s arm.
Luke protested like a 5 year old and stomped his foot. “No! I have to protect the pretty girl because you did a bad thing!”
Blake blushed, barley visible in the constantly changing color lighting.
Luke then turned to Blake, seemingly a tad bit more sober than before. He grabbed a pen and sticky note from Michael (jerk probably carried them around) and wrote down his number, handing it to Blake.
"Call me, you’re cute. And you gave me free beer!" Luke chirped.
Blake giggled and put the sticky note in her pocket, a bit flustered.
"Luke," she whispered to herself.
Finally, they had reached the top of the rock. Luke’s loud yell had pulled Blake from another one of her flashbacks, immediately making her feel bad for missing on whatever Luke had been saying the whole way up.
Her blonde idiot was looking out at all the lush, green trees and rest of the red-ish rock slabs, letting out an eccentric yell of joy.
"Come take a pic of this, Love!" Luke chirped.
Blake smiled, pulling her Canon EOS 60D that Luke had thoughtfully bought her for her 26th birthday, knowing she had a passion for photography.
Out of the corner of her eye, Blake could see Luke grinning ear to ear proudly as he watched her take several pictures.
Luke set up a mini picnic for the two of them, and Blake happily ate the messy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches her boyfriend threw together. After some wine, sandwiches and grapes Luke and Blake sat with their feet dangling off the edge of the rock.
"It’s so beautiful," Blake muttered.
"You’re beautiful," Luke teased, making Blake blush and nudge his shoulder.
Suddenly, Luke got up and pulled Blake’s tripod (that he has convinced her to bring along) from her bag.
"Luke what are you doing?" She asked, watching as he set up the tripod and put her camera on.
"Taking a picture," he replied, not looking up from the camera.
"Can you stand there?" He pointed to a position, which Blake obediently stood and posed for a picture.
"No, no, no need to pose. Just, like, turn around and look out on the scenery to make it all artsy and stuff," He said.
Blake nodded and did as told, looking out at the beautiful park before her. She heard some resulting and called out Luke’s name, but he just replied with “Hold on Love, I haven’t taken the picture yet.”
So Blake stayed in her exact spot, not moving at all, until she felt something tap her leg.
Immediately she turned around, only to find Luke down on one knee, a big, shiny engagement ring looking up at her from a blue velvet box.
Blake felt like if she hadn’t kept her focus, she would’ve fallen off the edge of the rock.
"No way," she whispered.
"Blake Leah Chance," Luke began, his voice trembling a bit but his face beaming with pride. "Will you marry me?"
Blake was speechless and just nodded, holding out her left hand as Luke slipped the ring on to her ring finger.
She looked up at him, eyes watering, and pulled him into a hug. “I love you so much Hemmings,” she cried.
"And I love you too, future Hemmings," he laughed.
Suddenly, Blake remembered her camera, and looked up to see the Canon perched on its tripod, perfectly positioned to capture the entire proposal.
"Luke," she gasped.
He let go of their hug, guessing she noticed the camera.
"You got that on tape?"
He nodded, anxiously anticipating her reaction.
Blake’s freckled face broke into a toothy, white smile and she held up a hand to high five him. “NICE!”
"This is gonna be a sick video to play at our wedding," he grinned.
I apologize for making Mikey such a douche it broke my heart so just remember that this is fake and Mikey is a soft amazing kitten with a lot of respect for women.