**A/N: OMG! This took soooo long to do! I had at least THREE lost opportunities when it came to writing, and so I was stuck with only an hour or so a night to work on this. So sorry, everyone. I really wanted this less-fluffy, more-realistic chapter to be posted only a day or two after Valentine's Day - not a week or two later! Anyway, if you want to know more about what took so long you can check out my blog (link in my profile). Considering the fact that I've been working on this story for the past two weeks, I am beyond sick of proofreading it. If you catch any typos please let me know. Thanks.
Anyway, legal stuff to get out of the way: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, any part of the "Hey, Arnold!" franchise. The franchise remains the property of Nickelodeon and the intellectual property of Craig Bartlett.**
"Hey Arnold. Hey Arnold. Hey Arnold. Hey-" Without opening his eyes Arnold threw his arm out and pulled a wire out of the potato that fueled his eco-friendly alarm clock. Helga teased him for still having the damn thing, but he just liked it too much to replace it.
Helga. His future bride. The mother of his unborn children. His world.
Smiling at the thought, Arnold finally opened his eyes, fully expecting to see the long blonde hair of his fiancé. Instead, he just saw the other side of his room. Surprised, he looked down at what his arm was still embracing. A pillow.
Arnold hectically glanced around the room for her, and his eyes caught his desk. Sitting in a neat pile was the smooth, grayish-brown surface of his amethyst ring box, the two rolled-up documents from the International Star Registry, and the same telescope he and Gerald ate fifty boxes of Sugar Chunks in order to get. It was all there, piled up exactly the way he had it two nights ago.
No, not two nights ago; last night. It was only last night that he had everything set for his proposal. The proposal he hadn't given to Helga yet.
A dream. That proposal was only a dream. That's why he couldn't find her this morning. She wasn't here, waking up in his arms. She was still living in her own apartment cross town. That was why he could have his plans scattered throughout his bedroom.
Arnold climbed out of bed both nervous about that evening's events and empowered by how well everything turned out in his dream. He and Gerald had been working on this for months now, and everything was planned out perfectly.
The star was registered and he received the documents in the mail a week ago. He had researched when the soonest meteor shower would occur and made sure the star was registered with tonight's date. He had Helga's ring for almost five months now, and was thrilled she hadn't found it on him all this time. To be fair though, it was probably pretty stupid to carry her ring with him everywhere he went. He just liked looking at the diamond sparkle and picturing it on her finger.
The best part was when the jeweler recognized Helga's name when Arnold mentioned it in passing. Turns out this was the same man Helga frequented whenever she upgraded her locket. Arnold had to smile when he thought of her coming in to the jeweler since she was about seven in order to keep her secret locket of Arnold updated. She threatened him each time that he better not tell anyone about it, and even forgot to actually pay the man a few times. Oh, Helga definitely made an impression on him.
Still, I guess she had made amends over the years, because the jeweler seemed to think kindly of his patron. In fact, he was the one who had suggested the craftsman that turned Arnold's old amethyst stone his mother brought him from a dig into the ring box that would hold Helga's engagement ring.
Arnold's biggest task was to come up with the meteorite-that-is-really-the-engagement-ring-box, and finding this craftsman was pure luck. Everything was falling in to place. There was just no way this night wouldn't be perfect.
The phone rang. Arnold quickly finished up his shower and threw a towel around himself as he sprinted towards the phone, informing the caller that he'll be "right there" and to "hold on".
"Arnold, did you hear the weather report?" Gerald's voice seemed very concerned. When Arnold informed him that he hadn't had a chance yet, Gerald continued, "It's supposed to be pouring tonight, man! Are we still doing this?"
Rain? Tonight? Arnold quickly switched on his computer and searched the internet for the weather report for early next morning. With a sigh of relief, Arnold finally responded, "It's supposed to stop around midnight. The ground may be soaked, but we should still be able to see the meteor shower. We're still on, but you might want to wear boots or something when making the trench. Also, taking a nap on a picnic blanket may not be the best idea either. I'm probably going to have to push back the Wells Ridge thing until about one-thirty or so."
Gerald gave a quick good bye and hung up. Arnold, now running late, rushed around his apartment in attempt to get to work on time. As he closed his door behind him he glanced across the full length of his loft. His eyes landed on the amethyst, and the ring that he wouldn't be taking with him to work for the first time in months. With a grin, he locked up and headed to the subway.
"Helga, you look amazing." Arnold opened his apartment door and couldn't stop himself from gawking at his beautiful girlfriend.
Helga cocked an eyebrow, "Are you kidding? In this frock?" She did a little turn for Arnold. She had on a tight, pink, long-sleeve shirt with one of his red, plaid, button-down shirts over it; the length dangling over her jeans. Arnold had to chuckle at the fact that his shirt looked a little like a dress on the girl who used to always be inches taller than him. He chuckled again when he remembered that Helga used to say his untucked plaid shirts under his sweaters looked like kilts, and now she was sporting that look.
Helga stopped twirling and placed her hands on her hips, playfully glaring at Arnold's laughing. "Shut up, Football Head! You're the one who told me to dress warm for our 'nature outing'. It's not my fault I ended up looking like a lumber jack. It's all I have right now."
Arnold slid his arms between hers and wrapped them around her waist; pulling her in. "Well you're the cutest lumber jack I've ever seen. I even thought so back in fourth grade." He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.
"Oh God!" Helga leaned away from him, getting a better look at his face, "You mean when Pink Boy and I got our aptitude tests switched and I thought I was only qualified to be a woodsman?"
Arnold chuckled, "You were cute in those overalls and pink, plaid shirt and bow."
Helga playfully pushed him and they proceeded to have a tickle match for the next ten minutes. Laughing, they finally collapsed on to Arnold's floor and attempted to catch their breath. Helga didn't really give their lungs much chance to recover before she pulled Arnold close for a kiss. It was one of her normal, deep, passionate kisses. It was as if she feared she only had this one last kiss to express all of her love.
Nearly suffocated, Arnold finally pried Helga off of him and ushered her to his kitchen table. Since the rain ruined his original plans of a stargazing picnic out on Wells Ridge, Arnold shifted gears and made a dinner to share in his apartment. Sure, it didn't seem as romantic as his original plan, but he was flexible. Nothing else could ruin this evening.
Dinner was horrible. Somehow, Arnold managed to overcook the meat and yet undercook the green beans. Everything was either dry and tough, or cold and crunchy. He couldn't believe how badly everything turned out. Thank God he had a loaf of bread and some peanut butter in the house. After Helga attempted a few bites she had bluntly told Arnold how horrible the cooking was and offered to make them some sandwiches instead. Arnold kept fixating on the dinner and wondering how he screwed up so badly, but Helga just laughed at him as she spread the peanut butter on to the bread.
Once they finished eating Helga's sandwiches and the table was cleaned off, Arnold motioned for Helga to escort herself out of his apartment. As they left he quickly scooped up the oversized bag he kept the child's telescope in. He did always mean to purchase a new one, but the children's telescope still seemed to work fine, and it had sentimental value to it.
Motioning as if he were turning off his apartment lights, Arnold stole a quick glance in to the telescope bag to make sure the two star certificates were properly tucked inside. Gerald had already stopped by the apartment earlier in order to pick up the ring and the bag of charcoal Arnold had purchased for the "landing site" Gerald was commissioned to make that night.
Helga took a catnap in the car as Arnold drove up to Wells Ridge. Even though Arnold had instructed her to take a nap after work today, Helga informed him that she just couldn't fall asleep at six in the evening. Arnold hoped she would be awake enough for this evening to still go as planned.
It was the weather that ended up messing with Arnold's itinerary. He had pushed back their arrival time in order to avoid the rain, but the sky was still overcast. Helga grumbled that it was too cloudy to stargaze and that they should just go back to his place. Undeterred, Arnold still set up his telescope and adjusted it to the coordinates of their star. To make sure Helga didn't see the registry information prematurely, Arnold had written the coordinates down on a piece of paper. He didn't need it though; he had gazed at the beautiful blue star every night since he received the certificates in the mail. The coordinates were already committed to memory.
Once the telescope was set, Arnold tried to entertain Helga while they waited for the clouds to disperse. He hoped that the sky would be clear by two o'clock at the latest. No matter how hard he tried to keep her occupied, Helga still complained about being cold and bored and again requested going back to Arnold's place.
Arnold was upset that she was getting so irritated. He wanted this night to be so memorable, but he didn't want it to be memorable because of how disastrous it was. When she asked for the fifth time why they needed to stay out he decided to just go ahead and jump the gun. He wasn't sure she'd have time to see the star before the shower anyway.
With a sigh he walked over to his oversized bag and handed her the star coordinates sheet, but not with the same amount of playfulness as he did in his dream. Helga, however, did seem fairly similar to her dream self. With her face distorted in confusion, Helga stared at the star map.
"What's this for? Why is this star circled?" she pointed to the star circled in red in the Aries constellation.
"That's what I wanted you to see tonight," Arnold sheepishly told her. "I wish you could have seen it. It has the most beautiful pale blue light. It sort of reminds me of your gorgeous eyes."
A smile crept back on to Helga's lips and her eyes lit up. "That's really sweet, Arnold." She hugged him close and leaned her head on his chest. "I'm sorry I was such a crank. That was a really sweet thought. Perhaps we can try again tomorrow night or the one after that or the one after that. I'll get around to seeing that star. Don't fret, my love." She gave him one of her rare, sweet, delicate kisses.
"Well," Arnold pulled away from Helga and reached in to his telescope bag for the other certificate, "it was really important to me that you saw the star tonight."
"Why is tonight so important? Is it about to implode or something?"
"Dear lord I hope not!" Arnold calmed himself and held out the other piece of paper. He kept it out of Helga's outstretched hand until he was done with his mini-speech. "You see. I wanted you to know something tonight – specifically tonight – and it sort of goes along with the star. And, well-" He heaved a heavy sigh, "I was supposed to lead you to the telescope and you would see this beautiful blue star that would take your breath away the same way you take mine whenever I see you. And then, while you were still amazed by its beauty, I would hand you this paper."
Helga reached out and finally managed to take the certificate from Arnold's hand. As she carefully unrolled the certificate with "International Star Registry" in beautiful calligraphy across the majority of the paper, Arnold's dream re-enacted in front of him. Her eyes shot up towards Arnold, clearly knowing that he had registered a name for that beautiful blue star he so desperately wanted her to see. He gave her a soft smile and her eyes quickly scanned the paragraph to the lower right corner. Breezing through all of the vital information along with congratulations on the registry, Helga's eyes suddenly widened and sparkled from the fresh tears dewing. Arnold knew she had found the name he gave the star: "Arnold Loves Helga Forever".
"Oh, Arnold." Just as in his dream, the surprise had left Helga G. Pataki speechless. She only expressed her true feelings the best way she knew; she wrapped her arms around Arnold's neck and kissed him. She then snuggled close to Arnold, nuzzling his chest, and squeezing him tight. "Helga loves Arnold forever, too."
Arnold held her just as tight. Even if the evening leading up to this moment hadn't gone according to plan, at least this part was perfect. He just hoped the clouds would disperse in time for the main event. As much as he loved Helga's reaction to her star, it would mean nothing if she wasn't his fiancée by the time this day was through.
Thinking that the mystery of the "nature outing" was solved, Helga attempted to lead Arnold back to his car so they could finally go inside where it was warm and less muddy. They still had a little time before the meteor shower was supposed to start, and Arnold wasn't even sure they'd be able to see it; so he agreed to follow her to the car after packing everything up.
Helga was easily distracted with some necking in the front seat of Arnold's car. Their mini-make-out session was cut short when Arnold's watch alarm went off.
"Why on Earth do you have your alarm set for two AM?"
Arnold motioned for Helga to get comfortable and look out the windshield, "Our main event starts now. That is, if we can see through the clouds." They both stared at the sky, Arnold leaning up against his steering wheel in an attempt to see higher in the stratosphere.
Five minutes passed. Then Ten. Almost fifteen minutes had passed without a single thing happening above them. Helga was getting antsy again and Arnold was feverously trying to think of another way to get the meteorite proposal to work. Then something ran through Arnold's peripheral. He turned to Helga at the sound of her gasp. She had seen what he had caught in the corner of his eye; he could tell from the way her face had lit up.
"Oh, Arnold! Another one!" Helga was like a child as she tugged on his sleeve and pointed through the windshield. Yes, even with the sky still being overcast, the clouds had cleared up enough to see a few stars as they raced across the horizon. Helga again snuggled up to Arnold and watched the meteor shower as if they were watching the Fourth of July fireworks – or the Thanksgiving fireworks in Arnold's case. Arnold watched her eyes grow wide with each passing meteor; her smile growing wide in wonderment.
Imitating his dream, Arnold anxiously bit his lip as he watched Helga and hoped she didn't notice his heart racing or his breathing shake. He didn't want to alert her to the last surprise. He wished he had the same opportunity to contact Gerald that he had in his dream. He needed to know that everything was set. He tried to reach for his cellphone to quickly text his best friend, but Helga was currently snuggled up against the pocket it was in. There was no way he would be able to get it out without her noticing. He just needed to trust his friend at this point.
His eyes darted between Helga, the sky, and the woods surrounding Wells Ridge. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Finally he caught sight of a meteor streak by at just the right angle that it disappeared in to the treetops. Excitedly, Arnold bolted upright, jolting Helga forward.
"Arnold? What on Earth?"
Arnold nervously laughed as he stared at the blonde, now scowling as she did in his dream. He'd take it; if she reacted to this similarly to the dream, perhaps the proposal will go as planned after all. "Sorry, Helga, I didn't mean to toss you like that. It's just I thought I saw one of the meteorites drop in to the woods!"
"The woods? Here? Really?" Excitedly, Helga kicked open Arnold's passenger door and jumped out of his car. "Well, come on; let's see if we can find it!" Arnold looked bewildered at her. She had taken his line. She was the one that wanted to go on the hunt. Well, it just might work in his favor still. Either way, they'd be running towards the engagement ring. He just hoped she wouldn't take the lead.
Arnold quickly locked his car and pointed towards the largest oak on Wells Ridge. He tried to be vague in the directions so Helga wouldn't find the amethyst first, "I think it went in that direction."
With that sparkle of excitement she always had when they went on adventures, Helga sprinted in the direction Arnold gave. "Well, come on then, Football Head!"
Trying to choke down his excitement and nervousness, Arnold sprinted off in to the woods behind Helga. He tried desperately to take the lead from her. But Helga was fast, and when he couldn't overtake her, he started to give her wrong directions. While she ran off to the left, he kept going straight, and eventually called her back on to the path. He now had the advantage. Finally, the largest oak tree in the area slowly came in to view.
For a brief moment Arnold was relieved he didn't see Gerald as he did in his dream. The man knew to stay out of sight so Helga wouldn't spot him. But that moment became too brief when Arnold realized that he didn't see the charcoal-lined trench either. He reached the oak and ran around it a few times, perplexed.
"Well, bucko, where is it?" Helga ran up next to him. Arnold didn't know how to respond. Gerald had more than enough time. Why wasn't the trench made? More importantly, where was his ring? He needed a way to distract Helga so he could find out where Gerald was.
"I could have sworn it looked like it landed here. You look over there and I'll look this way. Maybe I got the angle wrong." Arnold pointed Helga off to the woods. She nodded in agreeance and ran off. To make sure Helga wouldn't get suspicious, Arnold also ran off in the direction he pointed his search to be. It also gave him a larger birth to make sure Helga wouldn't catch him calling.
"Yo, man, what are you calling me for? Isn't Helga gonna catch you?"
"Gerald, where the hell are you?" Arnold tried to keep his voice down and keep the panic from slipping in to it.
"Don't worry, I'm hidden, man."
"No, I mean where the hell are you? I can't find the trench!"
"I'm right by that big rock that sort of looks like Sheena's uncle."
"Big rock?" A panicked bite jumped in to Arnold's voice. He could tell he made Gerald jump on the other side of the phone. "Gerald! I told you the tall oak, not the Seadog boulder!"
"Oh, well, snap! Sorry, man, my bad."
"Gerald, you're on the other side of Wells Ridge! Now what am I going to do? Helga's not going to believe I messed up the trajectory so much as to run her through the wrong side of the woods! And I don't think I can fake a star falling again. Not after this wild goose chase."
"Calm down, we'll think of something. If not, we can just wait for the next meteor shower."
"Gerald, I specifically had the star dated for tonight so it could commemorate our engagement. It would be all messed up if I didn't propose tonight."
"Alright, well, what do you want to do?"
Arnold shuffled around, kicking the dirt. What was he going to do now?
"Hey, Arnold!" He jumped at Helga's voice. Without even saying goodbye, Arnold quickly hung up on Gerald and stashed his phone in his pocket.
"Find anything?" he called out to her.
"What were you just doing?" Helga's hands went up on to her hips in her scolding manner.
"Searching for the meteorite, but I don't think it fell here after all," he allowed his disappointment to coat his words.
"Who were you on the phone with?"
"You were on the phone when I called out to you. Who were you talking to?"
Arnold tried to think of a lie, but he never was very good at it. Perhaps honesty was the best policy. Or at least half-truths were, "Oh, yeah, it was just Gerald. He wanted to know how our evening went."
"He woke himself up at two in the morning just to see how our date went? He couldn't wait until later today?"
"I guess he was still awake. The guy does stay up late from time to time."
"uh-huh," clearly Helga wasn't convinced, but she stopped questioning him regardless.
"Sorry I had us run around out here for nothing." Arnold tried to distract her from his phone call by reminding her of the meteorite chase. "Maybe we can watch the rest of the shower if we get back up to the car fast enough."
Helga looked up and noticed a few more stars racing above them. "Nah, we can see them through the tree tops, let's just stroll back." She took his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled back down at her, pulled his arm out of her embrace, and wrapped it around her instead. Thankfully, they enjoyed the walk together in silence. It gave him the time to figure out how to propose now that his original plan flopped.
He hated being mad at Gerald, but this evening was derailed so many times already, he just wanted this one thing to be perfect. Why else would he spend the time and money to get the ring box crafted? He watched a few more meteors fly overhead. None of them were going in the direction of the boulder Gerald was at. How was he supposed to get her there?
Stealing another look at Helga contently leaning on his shoulder, he noticed her eyes closed in complete trust of his guiding her back to the car. Maybe he could redirect them towards the boulder without her noticing. No, at this pace it would take a good fifteen minutes to get to the boulder. Arnold doubted she'd keep her eyes closed that long, and as soon as she noticed that they were off the trail she'd get suspicious. He decided to instead take the opportunity to text Gerald to just bring the rock up to the water tower. Perhaps he can get Helga to believe a meteorite dropped there while they were gone. Could be the same effect.
Yet again, nothing could go right. Gerald attempted to quickly make a dent in the ground at the top of Wells Ridge, so that it looked like the stone made some sort of impact when it landed. Arnold appreciated the attempt and the amount of effort his best friend was putting in to this proposal – and he knew he was going to have to go through just as much trouble when it was Gerald's turn to ask Phoebe. However, Gerald didn't finish quite fast enough and Helga caught him still digging.
"What on Earth are you doing up here?" Helga broke away from Arnold and started to stomp towards the surprised black man.
As Gerald tried to come up with a plausible excuse, Arnold tried to deter Helga. Finally, Arnold again came up with "Half-truths are the best policy."
"I told Gerald about the meteor shower a couple days before and when he called before I told him about the meteorite. My guess is that he's here to help look for it."
Always the improv master, Gerald jumped right in, "Actually, I wanted to see Helga racing through the mud, but when I got up here I noticed something in the ground. You caught me trying to pick it up with this shovel. Think it's your meteorite, Arnold?"
Arnold looked down at the little divot his best friend had managed to make before he and Helga showed up. Unfortunately the amethyst was lying next to the hole. Helga noticed that too.
"Alright, Geraldo, if you were picking this rock up with your shovel, why did it look like you were digging and why is the rock beside the hole instead of in it?"
"You startled me and I dropped the rock when I scooped it out with the shovel. That's why." Gerald smirked at Helga. He was pretty sure he covered his trail. Arnold turned to see if she really did buy it.
Nope. "Alright boys, what is this all about?"
Arnold tried to come up with some other excuse, but ended up tripping over his own tongue. Gerald just placed a hand on Arnold shoulder, "You should probably just pick up the rock."
Arnold understood what Gerald meant, but he didn't want to propose to an angry Helga. However, this seemed to be the only way to salvage the rollercoaster night. With a soft nod he knelt down to pick up the rock.
He stayed down on one knee as he turned towards Helga, rock in hand. He didn't even get a chance to give any sort of speech. Helga just gasped and started shouting, "Oh my God, you're not!" She started excitedly hitting him in the shoulders, making Arnold gently laugh. He should have known she would figure out what he was planning.
He grabbed one of her hands as she hit him, stopping her giddy onslaught. They stared in to each other's eyes. Helga brought her free hand up to her mouth and tried to calm herself. "Oh my God, Arnold, oh my God!" Arnold laughed again as a high pitched squeal abruptly squeaked out from behind her hand.
Arnold deeply inhaled through his nose and then blew all the air back out, composing himself. With a straight face he started his speech. "Helga, my love," his voice wasn't as shakey as it was in his dream, but then again, it was clear what Helga's answer was. His only fear was not remembering everything he wanted to say. "My life has been so amazing, and I know it's largely because you've been a part of it. A large part of it. You just have this spunk and daring, but also this softness and kindness about you. You don't bend or break. You stand up for what you believe in, just like I do. And the fact that one of those things you believed in was my love for you – it's just an honor to have so much of your faith. Your magnificence is stuff the stars are made out of and someone as amazing as you deserves the whole heavens."
Helga calmed at Arnold's words. Her face softened and tears clung to her eyelashes. Arnold pulled his right hand from her and placed it on top of the rock. "Unfortunately," Arnold continued as he slowly opened his custom-made ring box, "this was the only star I could catch."
"Oh, Arnold." Stunned by the beauty of the diamond, Helga's response was more of a sigh. Even in the dim light of the night sky, the gem still shimmered with a faint purple hue reflected from the amethyst holding it.
Arnold pulled the ring out of its stone box and placed the amethyst on to the ground. Taking Helga's left hand back, he finished his proposal. "However, I will spend the rest of my days trying to catch you the rest of the galaxy if you will just have me as your husband."
Helga didn't even bother answering in syllables; as Arnold's dream predicted, she just squealed and leapt in to his arms, knocking him over. They laughed as she lay on top of him, hugging and kissing him. Gerald stifled a laugh himself.
Arnold remembered one of his favorite parts from his dream and decided to imitate it. He pulled Helga in and kissed her with the same passion and force she always kissed him. She'd finally know how her kisses felt. She was surprised by his drive at first, but quickly met his hunger with her own; their lips battling for supremacy. He held her tight; hugging his future bride with all his strength.
Feeling a little awkward watching them, Gerald cleared his throat. He always seemed to find a way to interrupt their "major event" kisses. First her love confession, then his, then their reunion after they broke up, and now his proposal. Arnold wondered how Gerald was going to interrupt their kiss at the wedding.
Arnold's breathing was starting to get a little labored anyway, so he pushed Helga off of him and they both sat up. "I'm sorry, did that mean 'yes'?" he joked as he held out the ring again.
Helga shoved him in the shoulder, "Doi! Of course it means 'yes'!" She shoved her left hand in his face, "Now put it on! Put it on! Put it on! Put it on!" Arnold laughed again and kissed her ring finger as he slid the ring on.
Helga excitedly bit her lower lip as their eyes met again. She placed her hand and his chin and brought his lips up to hers. Just before kissing him again, Helga whispered, "Come here, fiancé." Arnold grinned ear to ear to hear Helga call him that. Helga kept her kiss passionate, but quick. With another squeal, she jumped to her feet and started waving her hand around, staring at the glimmer coming off of the stone.
Helga motioned to grab her cellphone, but was quickly tackled by an excited Asian-American girl.
"Phoebe?" Both Helga and Arnold shockingly called out to her.
"Oh, Helga! I'm so excited! You don't know how hard it was for me to not say anything!"
"Gerald?" Arnold stood up and crossed his arms as he glared at his friend, "what is she doing her and what does she mean 'not say anything'?"
"Hey, man," Gerald held up his hands defensively, "you know I can't keep anything from her! She's like the KGB!"
"He did try," keeping her bearhug on Helga, Phoebe turned towards Arnold in order to defend her boyfriend, "I didn't find out until tonight."
Gerald shrugged, "She found the ring box. What was I supposed to do? She thought I was proposing to her!"
They all laughed and gathered around Helga so she could show off the ring. Arnold just stared at his future wife. She never looked so happy before. Even though his proposal didn't turn out as planned it was still the greatest night in his life.
**A/N: And thus this story is complete. What does everyone think? Please Con/Crit! ^_^
Anyway, I forgot to mention it in the AN of the first chapter, but I got the idea of Arnold's proposal from two different sources: the TV show "Frasier" and my fiance's own proposal to me ^_^ Even though I believe in and ship the canon OTP of Niles and Daphne, I still think the sweetest TV proposal was when Donny proposed to Daphne in the episode "Visions of Daphne." He told her that he remembered a story she told him where her dad stated that the only man who was good enough for her could lay the stars at her feet. He then held up the engagement ring he bought her and said "I've only caught this one so far but if you accept it I'll spend my life chasing the rest of them down for you." Try and guess how that fit in my story. ^_^
As for my fiance, that is where the star registry idea came from. We fell in love with the movie "Serendipity" and there's a scene where the male lead notices that the female lead has a freckle pattern on her arm that resembles the constellation Cassiopeia. Well, I never noticed it before, but apparently I too have this freckle pattern on the same arm, and so he registered a star in that constellation. The star name is his proposal: [LycoRogue] will you marry me? (obviously he used my real name - first and last... hence the brackets)
Anyway, his actual proposal had the same sort of problems Arnold came across. Couple that with a simple fact: a proposal never goes according to plan. Don't believe me? Ask anyone married or engaged and I'm sure the groom had at least SOMETHING different planned in his head! Anyway, I wanted a less diabetes-inducing, but still fluffy proposal story, and here you go! Read more about my inspirations in my blog (Again, link in my profile).**