Hi Everyone. The oneshot to this story didn't really get much feedback, but I honestly fell in love with the idea. So therefore, I'm writing this sequel (which isn't a oneshot) If you haven't read it, you probably should. (In Another's Eyes) Anyway, this takes place ten-ish years later. They just graduated med school.. I think that's about all you need to know! Please give it a chance and let me know if I should continue!

How does it feel to know you're everything I need?
The butterflies in my stomach
they could bring me to my knees
How does it feel to know you're everything I want?
I've got a hard time saying this
so I'll sing it in a song
Oh I adore the way you carry yourself
With the grace of a thousand angels overhead
I love the way the galaxy starts to melt
when we become one,
when we become one,
when we become one,
when we become one
How does it feel?
How does it feel when we get locked into a stare?
Please don't come looking for me
when I get lost in the mess of your hair
How do you feel when everything you've known
gets thrown aside?
Never fear, my dear, 'cause we have nothing left to hide
Oh I adore the way you carry yourself
With the grace of a thousand angels overhead
I love the way the galaxy starts to melt
Hold on to me girl
And if you feel your grip getting loose
just know that I'm right next to you
Hold on to me girl
And if you feel your grip getting loose
just know that I won't let you down
Well, I'm ready
Well, I'm ready
I am ready
to run away with you
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready
to run away with me?
Pack your things, we can leave today
Pack your things, we can leave today
Say our goodbyes and get on the train
Say goodbye
Just you and I in the sweet unknown
We can just call each other our home
If I had to choose a way to die
it'd be with you
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your face
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your cherub face
How does it feel?

Spill Canvas

He was a confident man. He'd graduated med school in the top three of his class, offered an internship at one of the best hospitals in Boston, and most of all. He was happy. He had everything he'd ever dreamed of, and just a little bit more.

He never saw himself as the relationship type. He never wanted to be that guy that'd rather stay home with someone over going out with a big group. But that's who he'd become. At least when HE was in town. In fact, he had very little in common with the high school version of himself. Except for maybe one thing, one huge thing. The reason he'd become who he was. He was still in love with the same person. Maybe a little more now after everything they'd been through in the last ten years.

Sure he was in love in high school but it was only in the past few years when they decided to go to separate medical schools, did he realize how much.

Tonight was the big night. He'd been planning it for months. They were leaving to go back home in two days, and tonight was going to decide the fate of the rest of his life.

"You almost ready, Mark?" Derek's voice rang through Mark's apartment as he dropped his keys on the near by table. He'd just gotten in from the airport. He'd been in San Fransisco getting everything ready to move here to Boston for the internship that started in two weeks. He was originally going to meet Mark in NY for the high school reunion so he could finish packing, but Mark would hear none of it. So, here he was, tired and exhausted, but equally ecstatic to see Mark. It'd been over a month since he'd seen him.

Even Derek's roommate, Landon, had told him to fly to Boston before he kicked him out for being a pain in the ass. Even if he was already moving out in less than two weeks, and he technically still had the apartment in his name.

Mark was standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom when he heard Derek's voice. He'd been staring at the box in his hand for at least half an hour. It was a classic box, he thought. Red velvet, small square. He didn't care for the box because there was nothing about their relationship that was simple, or common for that matter. All the box held was a white gold wedding band. It was basic. But he was hoping that Derek would like it anyway. He didn't exactly have a lot of cash to spend. Besides, Derek stuck to basics anyway. He was completely unsure if he could through with his plan or not. What if he said no. What if he'd found someone else in SF. What if he just didn't love him the same way. So many questions, with no time for answers.

He didn't respond because he suddenly realized he wasn't even in his tux yet. So, he quickly but carefully placed the box on the counter. He could hear Derek's steps getting closer before finally coming to a stop at the door. Fortunately, th door was locked so he had time to jam the box into his pocket. "One second, I'm naked!" He finally responded so Derek wouldn't worry or anything.

"So, what's the problem, then?" Derek chuckled as as the door swung open to reveal a dirty grin on his boyfriend's face.

"Hey!" Mark greeted him before pulling him into a tight hug.

"I've missed you!" Derek mumbled as he placed a kiss on Mark's neck.

"Always good to know." Mark laughed, receiving a slap on his arm. "Aw, you know I love you, D."

"You better! That damn flight better be for something!" Derek grinned before leaning in for another kiss.

The kiss deepened before Mark could even conjure up a response. How he'd missed him! He knew he missed him before, but now that he was here, he realized just how much he'd been aching to see him. "Two more weeks, huh?" Mark grinned as he finally pulled away due to the lack of oxygen his brain had been receiving.

"Yeah." Derek smiled softly as he dropped his hands to meet Mark's. "But we have the next week anyway." He grinned as he leaned in for another kiss.

After another few moments, Mark pulled away to eye what Derek was wearing. And realized that he was in deed correct when he bought him a suit to wear tonight. Not that he didn't look great in his jeans and button up shirt, it just wasn't up to standards for tonight. "Now, it's time for you to change." Mark grinned as he pulled him into the bedroom.

"Wow! Subtle!" Derek laughed before he saw the suit on the bed. "Oh." He blushed slightly but was quickly kissed away by Mark.

"Later." Mark grinned before kissing him again. "I'll be in the living room, babe."

"What if I need help?" Derek pouted playfully. Quickly receiving a laugh.

"I'm the one who can't do ties, D. Sorry!" Mark squeezed his hand gently.

"Then maybe I need to check yours." He quipped back as his hands immediately found his tie, seemingly inspecting it for imperfections. After finding none. A small pout formed on Derek's lips. "It's fine."

"Practice makes perfect." Mark laughs as he finally steps away. "Now hurry, we gotta leave soon!" Mark reluctantly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

So, Should I continue?