The Wedding Ring.

"Do you think she'll like the ring?" Frank asked, popping the ring in front of us.

"Of course! She'd love it!" A chorus of support greeted him with sheer delight.

Frank was a sweet person. He was really outgoing, polite and just plain adorable. With his big glasses perched up on his nose, his curly hair covering up his forehead, his cheeks spooted up with freckles- he just couldn't hurt anyone; excpet with his smile. Everyone loved him in our little circle, and we really enjoyed his company. Well, tonight he was popping the big question. The "she" didn't matter though. This night was just about him.

"Are you guys positive about this?"

"Yes we are! You guys have been the best friends for so long; you guys complete each other!"

"Wait, I hear the bell! I think she's here!" Frank squealed in delight, out of nervousness of course, and rushed towards the door, and opened it. Of course, to his delight, it was her.

"Oh my goodness, Frank! I had such a wonderful day! I had so much to talk..." She chatted away as she gave Frank a tight hug.

As she hugged Frank, there was something different, as we had noticed. Was it her hair? Was it her bright nail polish? Was it that big rock on her finger? It was a bit hard to decipher, but it was definitely something Frank hated afterwards.

THE END