You and Michael had been back together for a couple of months now. You had been like his personal nurse, taking care of his "boo boo".

He insisted on going somewhere really nice and romantic, to celebrate your relationship. You agreed, and it is currently your third day in Paris, France.

You thought it was amazing there, the people, the food, the history... Unlike anything you had ever experienced.

You were supposed to be dining at the top of the Eiffel tower, thanks to Michael of course. It was almost time to head out, you both agreed on getting ready in different suites because Michael said he wanted this night to be perfect.

You wondered what he was being so perfectionist about, but it didn't really surprise you that he was being this way. You wanted to impress him so you got fancy for him. Wearing a beautiful F/C dress with a single strap on the right side, rhinestones cascading down the hip.

You put your hair in a curly bun then sat on the couch, waiting for him to call. The phone rang so you knew it had to be him. The conversation was short but sweet, and you headed outside to the limo afterwards.

You were excited, but a bit nervous. You didn't really have a clue what all of this was really about. The limo stopped and the driver helped you out. You saw Michael standing at the tower, his back was facing you.

You snuck up behind him, "Boo!!" You yelled.

He turned around and jumped, falling down in the process. You were laughing like crazy, unable to breathe between laughs.

"Your-- your face was priceless!!" You said in-between laughs.

He got up and dusted himself off, "haha very funny."

You finally stopped laughing, "Brings back memories. Doesn't it to you??"

"Yea... Back when we were little," His voice trailed off as he looked you up and down, "Dannng," He said checking you out, "Back when I didn't realize how beautiful you were."

You blushed, "Always the charmer."

He said grabbed your hand and kissed, "Only for you, sweetness."

He led your up the tower, you were speechless. The view was amazing of course, but there was a single table, with roses and candles, a violin player in one corner, and a harp player in the other.

"What do you think??" He asked nervously.

"It's breathtaking Michael," you looked at him, "Like you."

He blushed, "Right this way, my dear."

He led you to your seat, pulling it out for you; you sat down and he went to his side of the table. The sun was setting, so it was very romantic indeed. The view, the music, the man. All perfect. Even better together.

You sat there for awhile, eating, talking, and laughing, just enjoying each other as always. Michael stood up and came over to your side of the table with a nervous look on his face.

"What's wrong??" you asked.

"Nothing. Everything is perfect." He said.

Then, the unexpected.

He grabbed your hand and looked deep into your eyes.

"Y/N, We've known each other for a long time now. You have been my best friend from the start, then my girlfriend later on. You listen to me when no-one else does. You always know how to cheer me up when I'm down; I can trust you with anything. You love me for who I am, not for what I have. You make me feel like I'm the luckiest man in the world and that I am beautiful even though I don't see it, you see the good in me, even when I am at my worst. I regret ever losing you, and I don't want that to happen again. I want to spend my life with you, I want to grow old with you, and us be together in the end holding hands when our time comes."

Your eyes began to water as he got down on one knee, pulling a small white box out of his jacket pocket, you covered your mouth in shock.

"Y/N, Will you marry me??" He asked as he opened the box, uncovering the beautiful gold band with small diamonds in the center gathered around one large diamond.

You nodded, "Yes... Yes, yes ,yes!!!"

He slid the ring on your finger and picked you up, spinning you around. He kissed you as your fingers intwined in his curly black hair.

You could hear the others there whistling and clapping.

Michael set you down and broke the kiss, putting his forehead against yours. He smiled and started laughing.

You smiled, "What?"

"I was so nervous!!" He chuckled.

"Oh you did great, Mike," you reassured him, "I'm gonna be your wife!" You exclaimed happily.

He was going to say something else but you cut him off with another kiss. Your excitement bursting through you.

You were going to marry your best friend.