AN: Things will skip around a bit to get things flowing better. I'll try my best to explain the bits in between though. In this chapter, part takes place in a pub, which I assume is kind of like a bar around my parts, but I'm not of age to go to one, so I apologise if my take on one is wrong. Also, if you don't know, the song Rose sings in the beginning is a Billie Piper song called 'Honey to the Bee'.

"I'm thinking about your sugar lips," John heard Rose sing as he entered the flat. "Got a feeling for you now that's so strong
I'm dreaming of the candy in your fingertips
Baby don't stay away from me too long."

John smiled at her beautiful voice as he found her making coffee, wearing his clothes. He quietly walked up behind her and placed his hands on her waist, making her gasp.

"I'll be the honey to your bee darling," John said, kissing her. Rose giggled as John hugged her, resting his head on hers.

"'m glad you're home," Rose said. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," John said. He kissed her and broke the hug. "So, what does the birthday girl want for breakfast?"

"Actually mum invited us over. She said be there in 30," Rose said. She handed him the coffee cup on the counter.

"Thanks," John said. Rose could tell he was exhausted from the emergency call.

"We can eat at Mum's and come here to sleep. And I mean sleep, cause I'm a little tired too," Rose said.

"Sounds good to me, but I owe you tonight," John said with a wink. Rose playfully smacked his chest and kissed him. He picked her up, making her giggle.

"Jonathan!" Rose gasped as he slung her over his shoulder and tickled her. "S-Stop!"

"Who's the best boyfriend?" John asked.

"You!" Rose laughed. He stopped and put her down, lightly smacking her bum as he did. "Oi, wait till tonight mister!"

"I like the sound of that," John smirked.

"C'mon you, let's go to my place," Rose said, tugging him towards the door.

"You go ahead, I'm gonna change into something comfortable," John said, knowing Rose planned to change at her flat.

"Okay," Rose said, giving him a kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too," John said. He heard the door close and went into his bedroom, putting on a white long sleeve shirt and a grey t-shirt with jeans and his usual Converse. He looked in the mirror. Was he too casual? Did a lot of people propose this way?

John shook his head and grabbed the ring box from its hiding spot on top of the refrigerator, too high for Rose to find. While Rose never actually moved in with him, she spent a lot of time there after school and work. In a month, Rose would graduate and get internship and hopefully employment at the hospital.

John wondered if she would move in after they were engaged, that was if she said yes. His biggest fear was that she would say no. He tried to shake the thought as he went to Rose's flat.

He knocked on the door and smiled when Jackie opened the door.

"Hello Jackie," John said.

"Hi John," Jackie said, letting him in. "Rose is getting dressed."

"Okay, I'm gonna go get her," John said. He went to Rose's room to find her lying on the bed. "Hey sweetheart."

"Hey," Rose said sleepily. John laid down next to her and pulled her onto his chest. He gave her a gentle kiss, tangling his fingers in her hair.

"You sound tired," John said, tracing random circles on her back.

"I am," Rose said.

"I'm sure you'll get some energy after you eat," John said. He picked her up bridal style, hearing her giggle as he kissed her. Her put her down and walked with her to the dining room. Jackie had a candle in a stack of pancakes.

"Happy birthday to you," Jackie started. Rose laughed as John put his arm around her waist.

"Happy birthday to you," John and Jackie sang. John reached into his pocket and got on one knee behind Rose. "Happy Birthday to Rose."

"John wants to marry you," Jackie sang in the tune. Rose turned around and saw John.

"Will you marry me?" John asked. Rose covered her mouth with her hand as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Yes," Rose whispered, reaching her left hand out to John. He slid the ring onto her finger and stood up, Rose pulling him into a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist. This was definitely the best birthday ever.

John had his arm wrapped around Rose's waist at the pub as she talked to Shareen. He kissed her cheek and pulled away.

"I'm gonna use the loo. I'll be back," John said. Rose smiled at him and watched him walk off.

"You're lucky," Shareen said.

"Things bad with Ron?" Rose asked.

"Caught him snogging Kathy," Shareen said.

"I'm sorry. Maybe you'll meet someone here," Rose said. Just them a guy walked over, looking between Rose and Shareen. He stood between them, facing Rose.

"Hey Blondie. Your day just got better," the man said.

"Not really mate," Rose said, taking a sip of her drink.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Rose," Rose said, scanning the pub for John.

"I'm Mike. Lemme buy you a drink and we can head back to my place," Mike said.

"Hey honey," John said, putting his arm around her waist.

"Hey. Mike, this is my fiancé. And you can leave me alone, thanks," Rose said, taking John's face in her hands and snogging him. Mike turned to Shareen.

"Fat chance mate," Shareen said before he could say anything. He left the group after that. Rose pulled away.

"Hello to you too," John said, flustered. Rose smirked at him and handed him his drink, resting on his shoulder as she drank her own.

"Everyone, this shout out goes out to Rose, who is 22 and newly engaged today," the DJ said before starting another song. The crowd in the pub cheered.

"John, you didn't!" Rose cried, her face being tinted pink.

"I really didn't," John said.

"There she is!" Mickey said from behind Rose.

"Mick!" Rose said, throwing her arms around her friend.

"Like the shout out?" Mickey asked. Rose smacked his arm.

"That was you?!" Rose exclaimed. John stepped forward.

"Let's not kill Mickey Mouse hun," John said.

"Congrats mate," Mickey said, giving John a fist bump. "So, let's get drunk off our minds! Next round on me, to the birthday girl!"

2 AM

John and Rose stumbled up the staircase, laughing at nothing. John hiccupped and tripped on a stair.

"You are soooo wasted," Rose laughed. John stood up.

"I will have YOU know that I am VERY sober," John said. Rose made it to his flat, unlocking the door.

"You promised me a good shag," Rose teased. Even though standing in the hall, Rose pulled off her shirt and threw it behind her into his flat. John picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He supported her bum as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. John kicked the door shut, leaning against it as he undid her bra.

"Mmm, Rose," John muttered.

"Fuck me John," Rose whispered lustfully, a tone in her voice John had never heard before.

"Gladly," John said, carrying Rose to his bedroom.

The sun rose on London, the city booming on a Saturday morning. A very light snow covered some parts of London, but a cool and peaceful morning was not in store for a couple in the Powell Estates.

Rose kneeled in the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet while John sat next to her doing the same in a waste basket.

"I think I'm done," Rose said, leaning against the wall with John. Her head was pounding and her eyes were bloodshot. To say she was hung-over was an understatement.

"Lucky you," John said, putting more sick into the basket. Rose rubbed his back as he recovered from his nausea.

"Let's sleep," Rose said. John closed his eyes and rested against the wall.

"'m fine here," John said. Rose pulled him up, groaning as her head pounded. She got him up when there was a pounding on the door.

"Rose, it's me," Jackie said loudly.

Rose went to the door and whined, "Mum, please, we're hung-over."

"Impossibly hung-over," John groaned from the hall as he flopped face first into the couch.

"We just wanna sleep this off mum," Rose said. Jackie sighed.

"I was coming to tell you there's a big sale down at the mall today. I wanted to get some Christmas shopping done with you," Jackie said. Rose frowned.

"When does the sale end?" Rose asked.

"Today only," Jackie said.

"I'd love to come, but I haven't kept anything down all morning and my head is pounding to a point I can barely hear you. I'm sorry," Rose said.

"Alright sweetheart. You rest up then, and you," Jackie said, pointing at John as he sat up. "Don't get my daughter drunk again."

"It wasn't him…mostly," Rose said, remembering how she, Mickey, and John had a contest to see who could take the most shots. John had won that.

"Either way, both of you rest," Jackie said. She hugged and kissed Rose. "Bye."

"Bye," Rose said, shutting the door. She joined John on the couch where they lied in silence for a while.

"Rose?" John said.

"Bathroom?" Rose asked.

"Bathroom!" John exclaimed as they both ran to vomit again.