Epilogue
"Two minutes ladies and gentlemen, two minutes," Dick Clark's amplified voice boomed across Times Square. Over one million revelers had gathered to usher in the New Year, in a party so big that it could only happen in New York.
Two of the party-goers had a literal bird's eye view of the thousand-pound luminescent ball waiting to be dropped. They were standing atop the gigantic clock tower on the Western side of the square, hidden by dark clothes and darker shadows.
"One minute."
"Best seats in the house, Mary Jane," Peter beamed.
"I wish we didn't have to look at the Daily Bugle."
"Small price to pay." Suddenly, the Bugle's logo went dark. "Whaddya know, MJ. Somebody up there's listening to you."
"Thirty seconds."
"Peter, do you have any idea what Professor Connors called about?"
"I suppose I should find out, huh?"
"Fifteen seconds."
"Listen, Mary Jane, about your Christmas present . . ."
"Yes, Peter?"
"Well, you know I meant to get it. But things sort of got in the way."
"Ten seconds . . . nine . . . eight . . ."
"It's a little bit late, isn't?"
"I know. But here it is anyway."
"Oh my God! Peter . . . is this . . .?"
"It was my mother's."
"seven . . . six . . ."
"Marry me, Mary Jane Watson?"
"three . . . two . . ."
"YES!!!!!!!!! . . . . Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes . . . ."
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Times Square was rocked by two sets of fireworks that night – those set off by launchers and those set off by the kiss of two lovers.
The End
AN: That's the end to this story and I hope everyone enjoyed it. Feel free to leave a review, but no flames.