you, chris, nick, and matt were messing around in your hotel room as they were on tour. you and chris were cuddled up and nick pulled out his phone and started recording

“chris, c’mere,” nick said, smiling. he earned a soft ‘yeah?’ from chris “go in the front of them room.” chris reluctantly let go of you and went to the front of the room “pretend you’re, like, proposing to your wife,” nick said with a wide smile on his face

chris, who was messing with a Perks bag, turned to face nick “what?” he said, glancing at you every-so-often

“pretend you’re proposing to your wife and she’s facing over there-“ she pointed to the right with the camera. you could see a grin on chris’ face as he turned right and almost got onto one knee before flipping the air off. this earned a laugh from hayden and matt “no, c’mon!” nick said. chris started punching the air “no-“ nick laughed “-c’mon!”

chris slowly got onto one knee, he was wobbly, almost falling. his back was slouched. nick laughed “oh- god!” this earned, yet another, ‘what?’ from chris “not awful! a straighter back would he better!” chris looked confused “no! you’re good! no bad, good form, good form!”

you stand up and walks over to chris, fixing his posture, and his overall form “looks good, chris!” you smile