Author's Note: Welcome to the last chapter, it has been one hell of a ride! Enjoy your reading and I will definitely see you all at the bottom of this page! Thanks for all the support!


There was no more anger, no more misunderstandings, no more hesitant feelings and unsure arguments. The past was simply the past, and both men understood that when it really came down to it. All they wanted was true happiness, and hell, they only got to experience that when they were with each other. So they accepted it; all the hurt, all the trouble... It was worth it. It was worth it now that they finally got to enjoy the essence of just being with the other man. Years and years of feelings continued to add up, and here they were, after all of the trials and tribulations, curled up on Evan's couch trying to get some sleep. "I'm glad Evan did this." Brian got out, disrupting the silence, turning his head so he could look at Brock curled up to his side.

"Oh yeah?" The older man inquired, raising a thick brow.

"Yeah." Brian nodded. "Because you're stubborn, and you might not have agreed to see me."

Brock rolled his eyes, "I'm not that stubborn." The atmosphere was playful, and both men were grateful. Thankful even, that after all this time, things were normal. That was Brock's worst fear, that things wouldn't ever be the same. When Brian scoffed, the older man had to laugh. "Okay, so maybe I am." He smiled when saying those words. Of course, it was a bit odd, to pretend that nothing had ever happened, but then again, it was what both of them needed to survive through it all. And later, they probably would discuss it all, work through all the mayhem. But right now? Right now they wanted to revel in their bliss, they wanted to just enjoy what was each other. They both knew that about the other man.

"Do you think Evan is coming back tonight?" The Irishman inquired.

Brock shook his head, "Nah, he would have been back by now."

"You're right," Brian sighed, placing a kiss into his boyfriend's temple. "Are you okay with sleeping here? We could go back to my apartment... Or I think Evan at least has a guest room." He trailed off, eyeing Brock. He didn't care where they went, after all, Brian was sure that what he had planned next would work either way; he couldn't wait. And it's not like it was a big plan anyway, it was just sort of a spur of the moment thing since everything was going so well. But, it would be for later to come.

"Here is okay." The older man answered. He liked the closeness of the couch, he liked that Brian's arms were wrapped tightly around him. He liked that he could smell his shampoo and body wash radiating off his hair and skin. It almost reminded him of the early days in LA where the closeness of them occurred because of the size of the tiny air mattress. It brought back fond memories and nostalgia, and he couldn't help but to smile as he thought about it all. They really had come a long way. And even though they wanted to do so much more that night, just being together was enough. Even though they both wanted to make love, the intimacy made up for it, and the two of them were nothing but content.

As the night grew later, they began to grow more tired. Brian laughed as Brock let out a huge yawn. "Go to sleep," He said gently, nuzzling into his neck.

"I don't want to..." The older man trailed off, blinking sleepily.

"Brock," Brian smiled. "I promise you, I will be here when you wake up." God, how many times had he thrown around that word promise? How many times had he thrown it around and it not mean anything? He swore that this time would be different. This time would be oh so much better. This time he would keep his promises, and never let Brock down. "I swear." He said once more, taking his free hand and intertwining it with his boyfriend's. Once their fingers were linked, he brought the hand up to his mouth and left a kiss there.

Brock let his eyes close as another yawn left his lips, "Goodnight," He whispered. "I love you."

A few moments later, the older man was fast asleep, and Brian was about to be right there with him, as soon as he took care of a few things of course. He had carried the wedding band around in his pocket for months just in case the opportunity presented itself, and he figured now was a good time as any. In fact, right now, right now was a perfect time. So, he took the small gold band out of his pocket and gently slipped it onto Brock's ring finger. Brock was the only person he had ever wanted to marry, and now it would all be possible. He'd see it in the morning when he woke, and that's when Brian planned to propose to him. Sure, it wasn't that romantic, and it wasn't that well thought out... But it was spontaneous, and that was one of the many reasons that Brock was in love with the Irishman. He crossed his fingers, and prayed that this would work.

Once Brian had managed to calm down, he closed his eyes and slept too. With his boyfriend, the love of his life right beside him, this was the best night of sleep he had gotten in a long time. He felt comforted, at ease with the world and himself. However, it didn't feel like they slept for long, because the two men were awoken by the sound of Marcel screaming. "It worked! It totally fucking worked!" His voice was loud and echoed throughout the apartment. But, it was midmorning, and an acceptable time to wake up.

"Jesus Christ..." Brian mumbled as he opened his blue eyes if only slightly.

"Oh shit, sorry." Marcel apologized. "Didn't know you two were still asleep."

Brian sat up on the couch and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he saw the rest of his friends come into view. Evan had a sheepish smile on his face, as if he felt bad about the whole ordeal. "Good morning," Vanoss greeted. "Get enough rest?" He chuckled.

"Well, I mean I probably could have slept longer if Marcel wouldn't have come through the apartment screaming, but you know, what can you do?" Brian replied sarcastically as he shrugged his shoulders. He soon felt a hand on his own, and looked to see Brock sitting up as well. "Good morning, Brocky." Oh it had felt like forever since he had gotten to use that affectionate nickname. A smile graced his face as he watched the older man yawn and fully wake up for the day.

"Morning," He replied.

"So I take it everything went well?" Nogla questioned.

"What does that mean?" Brock teased.

"Are you back together or not?" Tyler deadpanned.

Brian sighed, "Yes, we are. And thank you all for your assistance."

"We should start a match making business." Mini Ladd commented, which caused some laughter from the others.

"That's a horrible fucking idea." Lui said. "But I think we should go get some celebratory breakfast."

"I agree." Brock chimed in, breakfast being his favorite meal. "Just let me run to the bathroom really quick." He stood up, and walked towards Vanoss' bathroom, leaving everyone else behind. And as soon as he was out of sight, Brian remembered the wedding ring that he had put on his finger last night, and suddenly, there was a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow down. Brock would notice it in the bathroom for sure, wouldn't he? He wasn't that oblivious. The nerves attacked him, and he didn't know if he could actually go through with this anymore. What if the older man turned him down.

He swallowed before lowering his voice, "Guys... I may have done something really stupid."

"What did you do?" Marcel inquired.

He sighed, "I put a wedding ring on Brock last night while he was sleeping... I'm going to ask him to marry me as soon as he sees the ring." Brian explained as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "What if he says no?" He questioned frantically.

Evan shook his head, "He's not going to say no, trust me."

As soon as Brock got done using the restroom and trying to clean himself up, he turned on the sink to go through with washing his hands. Last night had been more than perfect, and he knew that breakfast was about to be perfect as well. However, when he reached to put soap on his hands, something shiny caught his eye, and when he realized what it was, he could have choked on his own saliva if he weren't being careful. It was a wedding band, gold and elegant right on his left ring finger, and he knew it wasn't there last night. Immediately, tears filled his eyes, everything was so fast. So, he dried his hands, and made his way back out to Brian who was still on the couch. The rest of his friends had seemed to occupy themselves as well, or at least make themselves look busy. "Is this...?" He couldn't even get the full sentence out because he was so choked up. "Is this your ring?" His voice was low, soft.

Brian stood, taking a deep breath and grabbing Brock's hands. "It can be yours if you want it."

"Brian... Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?" Brock managed to laugh.

The Irishman could only nod. "I want to do this thing for real this time... So, Brock, will you marry me?" He asked the question with as much confidence as he could muster. "It doesn't even have to be a big wedding... We could go to Vegas for all I care. I just want to be with you and know that it's going to be a forever thing... You know?" He was rambling and Brock was crying and Vanoss, Nogla, and the others were standing by and watching with their breaths held tight.

"I... I don't know what to say." The older man answered.

"Oh my god, say yes!" Marcel yelled once more, causing everyone to laugh.

Brock nodded, chuckling as Brian attempted to wipe his tears. "Let's do it, let's get married."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."


Author's Note: And we have finally reached the end of this long adventure. I hope you guys liked reading it as much as I liked writing it. Fall semester starts tomorrow, and I'm still working two jobs, but I write when I can. If you'd like more stories like this, be sure to tell me. I'm going to focus on requests, oneshots, and drabbles before I start my next big fic, maybe do some cowrites. But if you guys want me to do something specific, send me a message! You can follow me on tumblr at heidipoo-xox, and again, thank you all for reading. Be sure to leave a review, and until next time, stay fabulous.