AN: Goldrusher and Yaoiboy, this chapter's all for you guys.

"Oh my god that was so cute! I knew he was going to propose soon because I ran into him at the mall when he was buying the ring but at the time he didn't know when he was going to propose, and now four months later he's actually done it oh my god!" Kitchie exclaimed. He burst through the door to his room and flopped onto Caim's bed, his smile almost falling off the edges of his cheeks. Mark laughed quietly as he settled onto Kitchie's bed.

"That was really romantic. It takes the New Year's kiss to a whole new level!"

"Do you believe in that kind of thing?" Mark asked, moving so his back was against the wall. Kitchie shrugged in replied and got a faraway look in his eyes. "I think it's cute, and depending on how it's done, romantic." He blushed and looked away. "But only if you have the right person." He let out a barely audible sigh but Mark caught it. He squirmed where he sat and fidgeted with the blanket that lay beneath him.

"Do you believe in the New Year's kiss?" Kitchie asked.

"If…" Mark paused and swallowed. "If it's with the right person." He looked up and caught Kitchie's eye. "Kitchie, um…"He looked away and his mouth went dry. He only had to say eight words, but why was it so hard? He gathered up his courage and in a rush, as he whipped his head up to face his friend, he spit it out. "Kitchie, will you go out with me?" The words came out in one breath, much like how most of Kitchie's sentences came out.

Kitchie was quiet for a moment and Mark felt his heart sink and his stomach rise. He stood, intending to leave before he was sick to his stomach, but then Kitchie spoke. "Yes." He laughed. "Yes. Of course!" He jumped up and hugged Mark tightly. Mark hugged him back and hoped that he couldn't hear how hard his heart was pounding.

Kitchie was the first to pull away, smiling bigger than Mark had ever seen. Kitchie went and sat back on the bed while Mark couldn't get his feet to move. He glanced around the room, a thought clawing at both his mind and heart. "Kitchie, I have a question," he asked slowly.

"Anything," Kitchie replied.

"You asked about Quinn and I…" He looked at a spot above Kitchie's shoulder, so he wouldn't have to make eye-contact, and at a CD on a shelf titled 'Heart Crossed'. It made sense for the moment, as Mark's heart was currently twisting in glee but also in anticipation for the answer to his question. If the answer was a yes then… he wasn't fully sure what was going to happen. "I was wondering if you and Caim ever went out."

Kitchie was quiet, then laughed slightly and shook his head. "No, we haven't. I get why you're asking, because I asked about you and Quinn, and because Caim and I are close and sleep in the same room and stuff, but no. He's a great guy but, and no offense to him or other people like him, but he's a little bit too moody for me. I love him and he's great and wonderful but I don't know if I could date him… Anyway there wasn't even the chance if there was the possibility because only about two months after he got here he started going out with Alex."

A huge weight was lifted off of Mark's body and he smiled. "Alright. Great." He paused. "I mean-" Kitchie laughed. "I get it," he said. "Don't correct yourself it's all good I know what you mean. So where were you thinking of for our date? If you had an idea. Or were you waiting to ask me first?"

Mark shrugged a shoulder and sat down next to his, possibly, new boyfriend. "Well I was thinking we could go to the school dance together."

"That would be a lot of fun! Last year I didn't go because I didn't have a partner and the dance is kind of strict about that whole bit and there's only two dances a year besides prom and the other dance was in June at the end of the year but I got sick so I couldn't go. So being able to go to both dances, with you, this year would be so great." Mark caught the bit about how Kitchie thought they would be together in June and his smile grew. "So I'm taking it that we're going to the dance?" he confirmed.

"Totally! We can go with Alex and Caim, or we can go just us." Kitchie paused. "What about Quinn? Would she come? That would be neat. Or would you want it just us? We could hang out with them but then just the two of us."

"We'll figure it out."

They both smiled and continued talking for a little bit before Mark switched to the other bed. They talked for a little after that, their words becoming progressingly more mumbled, until they fell asleep.