Razor Cut

"You just sound like one big happy family," Celine squealed happily as I sat on my bed talking to her after finishing up for the day. She went on about her usual excitement as I told her about the picnic.

"Of course," I said flatly, "except we are not a family and we have only been dating one week.".

"What if you propose to him," she said as her tone shifted into seriousness.

"That's your worst joke yet," I said drily as I shifted on my bed. "and I've seen you try stand up comedy."

"Shut up," she laughed, "I'm serious, since we came here, I've seen more couples proposing than on valentine's day."

"You hate valentine's—and proposals." I cried through the phone.

"Well, that was before I made this trip to Ibiza, god they are so f-ing adorable girl."

"What is Alexander turning my best friend into?"

"Haha, very funny," she mocked, "but it would be so cute. I can even help you shop for rings and I have some really amazing proposal ideas in mind."

"Good night Celine," I threatened.