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Dan placed the tiara on my head and smiled.

"Now you are a Queen," he laughed, "Selfie?"

"Of course, how can I go to Disney World and not get a selfie with a tiara and my boyfriend?" I pecked him on the cheek.

He put his arm around me and snapped a quick pic.

"What do you want to do know?" Dan asked.

"Whatever you want to do," I said.

"No! It's your birthday, you have to choose!"

"We could make out," I suggested, "Or we could go to Small World."

"I'd say make out but I don't think Mickey Mouse wants a twenty-five-year-old and a twenty-nine-year old making out in front of Cinderella's Castle," he laughed.

"True," I nodded, "Let's go to... Space Mountain!"

"Again?" Dan raised his eyebrows.

"Heck yeah," I nodded, "This is only my second trip. I wanna make the most out of Space Mountain."

"Whatever you say Gwendolyn," he smiled.

I grabbed his hand and lead the way to Space Mountain. The line was really long, and lasted a while. Though, Daniel and I got some good conversation in. It was nice that we decided not to vlog the trip- Dan insisted- but I felt bad because over the past five years I've vlogged a lot and I don't want to let down my fans.

The next spaceship-shaped car pulled up. The previous riders got on, the gates opened, I got in the front seat, and Dan got in the seat behind. I took off my tiara and carefully placed it in my purse.  Dan gave my shoulders a gentle squeeze.

"Ready?" The attendant asked me as she checked our seats, I nodded.

The made its way to the beginning and then took off into the dark. I squealed as the car appeared to almost hit a rail. The ride quickly ended, much to my dismay. I smiled and put my tiara back on. Dan joined our hands as we met at the exit and lead the way back out.

"Can we get food?" I asked, "I'm hungry."

"Of course," Dan said, "Cinnamon rolls?"

"Can we just get one and share," I said, "I saw them earlier and they probably weigh more than me."

Dan chuckled and said it was fine to just get one.

The line was short, and even to get a cinnamon roll, a lemonade, and a water it cost my combined radio+Youtube average salary, they were enjoyable. Dan and I sat by a garden as we ate. Dan glanced up at me every now and then, but mostly twisted his fork. I chuckled, as it reminded me of his behavior when we first dated.

"Daniel," I started, "Do you know how much I love you? I hope you do. I love you so much, with all I am and I don't know where I would be today and who I would be if I didn't have you. I wanted to tell you that."

"Gwen-" Dan stopped, his mouth was moving but nothing came out. He took a deep breath and stood up before me. I stood, it was impolite not to.

"Gwen, I wanted to do this at the fireworks tonight, but I can't wait," he said, "I have been waiting for a while now and I have to do it now. Gwen Nichole Archer, you mean the world to me. Over the past six years I've grown into a person I didn't think I could be. I have self confidence, I enjoy the outdoors, and video games aren't everything anymore. You have been a wonderful companion, and I hope I have been too. I love watching our collaborations to remind me of how awkward and uncomfortable I was and to prove that I am a good person. You have brought greatness out from me. Not only that but you are a strong woman, you had a goal from the time you were a young teenager, you worked towards it, and achieved it. You follow your dreams even when your mother didn't support you and you have stayed stable through tough times..."

He smiled and took a breath.

"What I'm trying to say is that I love you for who you are as a person, and how you have helped me as a person," he said, Daniel got down on a knee, "So will you give me the honor of being Mrs. Gwen Howell and marrying me?"

He opened a box, a sparkly ring was placed inside of it. I gasped and took a moment to pause, taking in what just happened. Dan's smile didn't waver as I searched for my words.

"I would love to be your wife," I nodded quickly, "Yes yes yes!"

He jumped up to hug me.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He pulled away for a moment to slide the ring on my finger.

"I didn't know your ring size," he said when it didn't go past my knuckle, "Sorry."

"Oh it's fine we can just go get it sized," I laughed.

"Sounds like a plan," he smiled.

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