Hail the Kingston

That’s one hell of a rock, babes! Congrats to you both. Come out tonight! We have a lot to celebrate!

@king-prestoniii​ you okay with going out with Stella and Alex tonight, babe? 

Hearing the rooftop door open, Preston wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and opened the ring box. He watched Genny walk down he aisle of candles, looking like a goddess. His speech he had been practicing slipped from his mind as he was too caught up in looking at her. This beautiful woman who had stuck by his side since high school when he was a total prick. “Genny..” he trialed off, search his mind for the right words. He got down on one knee and just started talking, “You got me speechless over here…I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you please marry me, Davenport?” Preston was nervous, but his mouth turned up in a grin as he waited for her answer. 

Genny’s eyes finally found Preston and her hands immediately pressed against her lips, tears pooling in her eyes as she heard him start to speak from his kneeling position. He didn’t even have her last name out before she was nodding eagerly. “Yes. Yes, you big dope, of course I’ll marry you. After all, who else would put up with your shit like I have?” She wouldn’t be able to get the grin off her face as she tugged him to his feet and kissed him hard. 

He had done it…well, more like he came up with the plan and JJ made it a reality with her little work minions. The rooftop of Preston and Genny’s apartment building was littered with so many candles that it was definitely a fire hazard. There were candles lining a pathway from the rooftop entrance to the far right corner of the building where large red letters spelled out the most important question of his life, “Marry Me?”. Preston had been planning this moment for months. He spent hours in the jewelry shop, agonizing over what ring was perfect for slipping on her finger. The poor girl who was helping him wanted to rip her hair out by the end of it. But everything had to be perfect and it was. Now if he could just get his palms to stop sweating. 

“You better get a “yes” or you’ll have wasted all my hard work.” JJ warned, snapping another picture with her phone. “Damn, I’m good. These pictures will look great in my portfolio, letting these people know I can do more than throw together a boss ass party” 

“Yeah, JJ, you’re the best. Master of all event planning. Now can you leave? Genny will be home soon and the note will tell her to come here and I don’t need an audience for this. I’m nervous enough.” Preston was fidgeting with the ring box while he paced back and forth. 

“Preston, what are you planning?” She murmured to herself, turning to head up onto the roof. She took the elevator as high up as she could before taking the last flight of stairs to the roof, and as Genny stepped through the door, she was met with the sight of candles. So many candles. “Preston?” She called, following the pathway of candles slowly. “Are you up here?” That’s when she rounded the corner and froze, seeing her boyfriend first, looking gorgeous as always, before the big, red letters. “Oh my god..”

You’re going to summon some serious melodies with that beaut. 

i’ve got a show this weekend, you coming?

DUDE! That’s wicked!

That was going to be my line, but I’ll let you use it this one time. 

Great minds think alike, babe. 

The view up here is remarkable

i think i’ve got the best view in the whole world, and i’m not talking about the skyline. 

[txt] sounds good, book worm