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CHRISTMAS FIC, PART 3. Details inside, enjoy! Reviews are great, thank you!

Getting There is Half the Fun

By Blossomcup

Couples:

Drew/Brad

Colin/Ryan

Greg/Jeff

Summary:

Christmas fic! The gang tries to head to Ohio for a white Christmas but get a little sidetracked along the way. How will this fare the crew?

NOTE: No wives! Fluffy! This makes no sense!

While Drew was filling the van with gas, everyone else swarmed around Brad a few feet away. “So, what were you thinking about you and Drew?” Ryan asked, tongue-in-cheek.

Brad smirked. “Jeff can’t keep a secret, can he?” He looked to make sure Drew wasn’t coming, and drew out a velvet box from his pocket. A collective gasp arose as Brad opened it to reveal two gold and diamond bands. He closed it and put it away. “I’m going to ask Drew to marry me.”

“That’s great, congrats!” There were hugs and handshakes all around. Brad leaned in. “Don’t tell him.”

“Oh, our lips are sealed.”

Later that night, Ryan was chosen to drive, and everyone was sound asleep, until they heard a loud honk and Ryan screaming “HOLD ON!” They didn’t even open their eyes, but gripped each other tight and held on as they spun around. They ended up crashing into a tree in a field. Colin quickly exited the car and went to check on Ryan. “Ry, are you-“

“I’m alright, Col.” He said, though he was white as a sheet. He got out with Colin’s help and went to check on the others. Greg had a small cut on the side of his face and Drew smacked his head into the window. He was woozy getting out of the car. “Oh, God, my head is throbbing.” Brad helped steady him. “You might have a concussion. Don’t fall asleep, keep alert.”

“Shit.” Ryan said. “The car’s totaled, it won’t start.”

“What happened, anyway?”

“Some fucking big-rig cut me off and I had to swerve or we’d all be killed.” Ryan spat.

“Hey, man, nobody’s blaming you.” Greg said, raising his hands in defense. “Drew, you alright?”

Drew was kneeling on the ground a little while away, Brad had his hands on his shoulders. He turned back. “He’s throwing up. This doesn’t look good.”

Everyone sighed. They all knew that to be true.

Drew was propped up against Brad on a blanket they got from the car. He put his hand to his mouth. “Are you throwing up again?”

“No, yawning.” He said. “I’m so tired, Brad.”

“I know, but you can’t. Just keep talking.” Drew thought for a minute. “Um…I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Brad said, and kissed him. He looked around. Everyone was away to find firewood. “Maybe now’s the time.” He thought. “Drew…do you know how much I love you?”

“How much?” Drew smiled.

He moved to one knee and opened the ring box. “This much. Will you marry me?”

Drew looked at the rings and to Brad in disbelief. “Oh, Brad.” Tears started to fall and he kissed him. “Yes, yes, of course I will!”

Brad slid one band onto Drew’s finger and Drew slid one onto Brad’s finger. “Still tired?”

“No, I’m wide awake now.” Drew grinned.

“I was gonna do it when we got there, but now seemed to be the time.”

“It was.” They kissed again and everyone cheered for them as they came back.

“Okay, I should remember this…” Drew said, being the former Marine. “The old two sticks routine.”

Soon they had a roaring fire going. “I didn’t know that actually worked.”

“It does if you know how.” Drew walked back to the car; he was starting to clear up. “Get some sticks.” He held up a bag of marshmallows with a grin.

They all started roasting marshmallows. “Ewww.” Colin said to Greg. “You like burnt ones?”

“Yeah.” He said, muffled. “What’s wrong with that?”