Lately Kid has been acting weird more than usuall. He looks like he's hiding something and it looks like he wants to tell me. ' Kid it's me is something wrong you know you can always tell me anything. I'm worried so call me when you get this bye.'

           Death the Kid's P.O.V.

It brakes my heart heart when I heard Y/n's voicemail. I love her and I'm gonna propose to her so that I can hold her again. First task is to ask her father first. So that's what brings me to her parents house. I knocked on the door as I waited my mind wandered to Y/n. When I noticed the door opening I snapped out of my thoughts. " Hey Kid what brings you here?" Can't believe I'm doing this but here I go. " Mr. Barret I'm here to ask you for Y/n Mira Barret's hand in marriage I will cherish her forever only if you allow me?" Sid's undead features turn into a smile. " Of course you can Kid I've always liked you out of all the boys she's brought home but if you hurt her i will give you to Stein." I was so happy that I hugged Sid then ran home to fine Y/n.Once I got home I went to our shared room. I knocked on the door and when she opened the door I kissed her on the lips. " Y/n I have something very very important to ask you ." I say putting my hands around her waist. " W-What is it Kid?" I take her hands in mine and say " Y/n I have loved you since the first day I saw you at school and since that day I knew I needed to make you mine. W-What I'm trying to say is Y/n Mira Barret my symmetrical queen you have been there threw my OCD antics. I love you so will you marry me?" She looked surprised then nodded her head.    " Yes Kid I'll marry you!" She says with a big smile. I slipped the ring on her finger and kiss my beautiful wife - to - be. " I love you Y/n." " I love you too Kid."

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