Marella's POV

I'm half asleep when my imparter starts buzzing. I don't want to get up to answer it. But then I jump up. Maybe Valin was calling! Word around school is he's going to ask me out. I check the caller ID. It's someone way better than Valin. IT'S FITZ!!!!!!!! OMG! FITZ VACKER IS CALLING ME!!! I answer immediately. "Hulo!" AGH! I clear my throat and try again. "Hi Fitz!" He smiles his gorgeous smile. "Good morning! I was wondering if you'd want to go to Sophie's matchmaking party with me. My hope vanishes. "I didn't get invited." I mumble. WHY DIDN'T SOPHIE INVITE ME?!?! Fitz just smiles again. "Check under your front door." I grab the imparter, head to the front door and check. Sure enough, there's an invitation!! "Sure Fitz, I'll go with you!"

Sophie's POV

It's time for the party! Me and Keefe are sitting next to each other on the couch. There's about five other couches for everyone else. The bubbles are floating around with the prizes. My packet and Keefe's packet are lined up on the table. Now all that's missing is the people! As if on cue, the door opens. Fitz and Marella walk in, each clutching each others hand, and the packet. They find a seat across from me and Keefe. Fitz is looking at me. Marella is staring at Fitz with a smile on her face. Biana and Tam walk in, with Lihn close behind. A few moments later, Dex walks in. They're all clutching their packets. I start with opening mine, REALLY hoping Keefe will be on it. It takes a few minutes for me to tear it open. When I finally open it, I look at the top. "Go on. Who did you get?" asked Biana. "My number one is... Fitz?"

Please don't kill me...

I scan the rest of it. Keefe is my number 8. Tam is my number 12. Valin is my number 89. The rest is either strangers or people I've seen around school. I look up from my paper. Fitz is grinning. Marella is glaring at me. Biana is the one to finally ask the important question. "Anyone else we know?" "Well, Keefe is my number 8." We smile at each other. "And Tam is my number 12, and Valin is my number 89." Keefe opens his. "Well, Foster, you're my number 2, Biana is my number 5, one of Stina's minion's are my number 68, Marella's my...76?" Marella grimaces. "Lower than a minion. Wow." Fitz opens his. "Sophie's my number 1!" He exclaims loudly. "Stina is my number 4, Rayni is my number 36, Marella is my 92." Marella looks away. There's tears in her eyes. Wait. "Keefe, who's your number 1?" Keefe gulps. "Stina Heks." Fitz is glaring daggers at Keefe. Huh. Tam opens his. "My number 1 is... Sophie? My number 42 is Biana. My number 78 is Rayni? Huh." I leave to go to the bathroom. I bump into Keefe. He is bumped to his knees. He pulls out something from his pocket. A ring. "Sophie Elizabeth Foster, will you marry me?" "YES!"

Fitz's POV

I knew it was meant to be! Me and Sophie are each other's number ones! No way she can say no to my proposal now! I still have the stuff for the wedding! -But what about Stina? She's my number four. I could marry her. No. Stina's amazing, but no one's better then Sophie. Stina is my backup wife in case things go wrong. But they won't go wrong. Sophie will be my wife.

Keefe's POV

"YES!" It takes my brain a moment to realize what Sophie had said. She said yes! She jumps up and hugs me. I'm engaged! Fitzy will probably have a fit. Now I have to find a house for us. I'm so happy! I twirl her around in the air. Then I hear someone coming in. I quickly put her down, then we turn around. Fitz's scowling face greets us. "What are you doing?!" "Uhh... Maybe just hugging my fiance?" I reply. Fitz's face clouds over. Then he stares at Sophie. I can tell he's transmitting something. Then Sophie transmits to me. I think you should hear what Fitz is saying, so starting now, I'm going to repeat everything he tells me to you. I give a small nod. Fitz's dumb words fill my head. Sophie, do you really want to marry him? I know you probably don't want to hurt his feelings by turning him down, but you shouldn't be with someone like him. Be with me! I'm MUCH better looking. At that moment I REALLY wish I could hear Sophie's answer. She must have know that, so she transmits, Yeah right, Keefe is way better than you. And he doesn't have stupid temper tantrums. Keefe likes me for me. Not my power. I transmitted. Wow. Sophie actually said that. Again, Fitz's pouty voice fills my head. I DON'T HAVE TANTRUMS!!! I smirk. Sophie smiles. What do you call what your doing now? Fitz punched the wall. It broke, and a bunch of goop exploded in his face. Oh yeah, Sophie added, I Fitz proofed my house.