Wow, okay. We've reached the end! This was such a big challenge for me, to actively keep writing every single day, but, I did it!

There's a slim to none chance that I'll actually turn my laptop on tomorrow, so throwing the last update out there today. This one's a cheesy mess and I'm not even sure what brought this about. Happy holidays, everyone.

New Year's Eve is a quiet holiday for them.

It's pretty much always been this way - Beca hates going out and Jesse's much happier just spending time with her than a group of other people, anyways. They tried the party thing in college one year, both realizing quickly that they'd rather be curled up in bed with each other without the surrounding crowd of people who have had way too much to drink for one evening.

Jesse throws on some random movie, they order in some pizza from their favorite little pizza shop near their apartment, and curl up on their grey couch in some pajamas. They're not really paying attention to the movie, they're more engrossed in the random, unimportant conversations they're having until Jesse asks her a question he seems to always ask on this particular day.

"Do you have any resolutions this year?"

She looks to the left of her at the source of the voice. "I've told you before that resolutions are stupid."

"Okay," he says defensively. "You're right, you have."

"It's just," she starts slowly, trying to choose her words carefully. "You tell yourself your going to do something and then when you don't actually do it you feel like shit. So, what's the point?"

"What if," he begins, placing his plate of pizza and fries on the coffee table in front of him. "What if we looked at it different?"

She looks at him with a confused expression etched on her face. "What do you mean?"

"Like, what if," he tries. "If a resolution is more of a promise to yourself."

"That's kind of the same thing, isn't it?"

"I promised myself something last year," he ponders the thought out loud, ignoring her ability to try to look at the bigger picture.

She rolls her eyes. "Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"I promised I wouldn't let this year go by - without asking you to be my wife."

Her expression changes immediately at what he's implying, eyes shooting in his direction, wide open and with obvious fear shining in them. "No. Jesse. No, don't you dare do this."

He drops down to one knee of the rug below their feet, reaching for his pajama pocket to pull out a small black velvet box. "Bec."

Jesse can see the actual anger in her face when she looks down at the boy on their living room floor. "Jesse, I swear to god, if this is some cliché..."

"Will you do me the honor..."

She interrupts him almost immediately. "If I just say yes now, can we skip the whole cheesy part?"

"Really?" He tries to sound disappointed, pulling himself back up to sit next to her. "I had this whole speech planned and everything."

"Yeah," she says. "I'm sure you did. Seeing as I found the ring weeks ago."

"I thought you were gonna keep me on my toes there for a while. Wait. What?"

"Yeah, you need better hiding spots," she responds, Jesse settling back into the warmth of her side. "What I want to know...is why it took you a whole year to ask me if you planned this a year ago."

"Well, uh, you see..." Jesse fumbles over his words, leaving Beca rolling her eyes at the boy she's looking at.

"Just put the damn ring on my finger, you idiot."