The Evidence of Love

I had to write this story in two hours. I really really like it. enjoy! :D

The Evidence of Love

Sweat leaked down the young man's forehead. Brent Steele had never been so nervous about a specific event. He stood a mere three feet in front of his fully restored 1970 Ford Mustang which he had parked in front of the house. The young man had dreamed of this night for a long time. When he first met Amanda, whose father owned the house at which he had parked, they attended Patrick Henry College as sophomores. That was three years ago.
 “Hey, Brent? 'That you out there?” Mr. Hams voice rang over the lawn.
 “Yes it's me. Is, um, is Amanda...,” He stopped in surprise as the large gray haired man jumped off his porch like a young boy and charged at him with a large grin donning his face. Mr. Ham had his arm around Brent in moments.
 “You know, Brent, I remember being nervous in this situation. That happened thirty-seven years ago. Thirty-seven years ago! Can you believe it?” The elderly man's laugh thundered across the dark neighborhood. “Now, you listen to me, Mr. Steele. You march right in that door and tell my daughter exactly what you told me two weeks ago. You get on your knees and do your thing, you hear?”
Brent was dumbfounded. “I, um, well yes sir I will.” He chuckled to himself. Some old men humored him. However, it also encouraged him. God knew that he would need more courage to do this. It struck him rather odd though, Brent had been in a relationship with Amanda for the past eleven months now. His love for her stood out to him as evident as his ten fingers. Even so, fear and anxiety gripped him. After nodding his thanks to Mr. Ham for the encouragement, he began walking towards the front door, failing to think out every step.
When he mounted the porch, Brent raised his strong arm to rap on the door, but not before Mr. Ham whisked around him and blew through the front door, holding it open for him while also yelling something up the stairs to his daughter about having a visitor.
Amanda appeared at the top of the stairs. Brent immediately felt weak in the knees. Her eyes widened pleasantly. She practically flew down the stairs. Yes, she definitely flew, it must be impossible to be so much like an angel and not be able to fly, he thought.
“What happened to the Appalachian Trail? I thought you said you would go with Scott and Josh.” Her face showed her pleasure at the thought of him staying in town rather than the mountains for the next two weeks, although her tone of voice filled itself with false disapproval.
“Well, guess what, Amanda, he didn't go!” Mr. Ham released his unique laughter as he left the two young adults to themselves. 
Amanda smiled at her fathers remark. “I see you chose differently, may I ask why?”
“Yeah, I decided I wouldn't go,” he said. After loosening his collar a bit he added, “Actually, Amanda, I never planned to go. I know I told you I was, but that wasn't really true.”
Puzzlement ruled his beloved's face. He had to act.
“I... can we step outside? It's awfully hot in here.”

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 Mr. Ham watched the two young people in the front yard from the upstairs bedroom. His wife leaned against him, watching curiously. He held a spyglass in one hand; an active camcorder in the other.
“Gertrude, doesn't this remind you of us?” He asked with a chuckle.
 “It does. It really does. You know, Brent is such a lovely young man. I would love to have him as a son-in-law, wouldn't you?” She replied.
 “Yep. I sure would like that. Oh Gertrude, look!” They both peered out the window with expectant eyes as they saw Brent lower to one knee. As he proposed, Amanda wiped the tears of joy away from her face.
 “Oh man! This is so good!” The old man lowered his spyglass with wide eyes. “He's done talking.”
For nearly four agonizing minutes the elderly couple watched their daughter in expectation. Her hesitation worried them. Finally she slowly moved. Mr. Ham raised his spyglass.

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 Amanda stood in shock as Brent professed his love to her. When he finished, he remained on the grass, anticipating her response. She began to think of all the time they had shared. After a couple minutes, she looked back down and saw Brent's anxious face, still waiting. Guilt flooded through her for leaving him in such suspense. Without really thinking, she knelt down to be level with him and repeated his words exactly and ending as he had, saying slowly, “With all these words standing as evidence of my love and devotion to you, Brent Steele, will you marry me?”