Taylor Hanson sighed, as he quickly pressed the small round button, filling Samantha Roberts' home. Samantha and himself had been seeing each other for the past 2 years, since Taylor was 18, and had managed to dodge the press for the most of those years.

Samantha opened the door, a bright smile on her face.

"Taylor, you're back…" she said, opening the door a bit wider so Taylor could walk in.

"Yeah, the tour wrapped up a bit earlier then expected." Taylor said, reaching into his pocket.

Samantha noticed that Taylor's gaze was downcast, and his usually bold figure was now resembling that of a shy school boy's.

"What's wrong, Tay?" Samantha asked, concerned.

"Nothing…" Taylor trailed off. He smiled, as if a great thought was forming in his mind.

Taylor got on his knees, holding a small velvet box open, revealing a glittering diamond ring. "Sam, will you marry me?"

Samantha smiled, nodding her eagerly. "Yes, Taylor. I will."

The wedding was beautiful, as was compared to some of the best in the world, as the church was filled with guests, flowers, presents, and music. Samantha and Taylor seemed like such a happy couple, always whispering things to each other, never leaving the other's side, even for a moment.