Author's Note: Final chapter! Basically a cute Nave scene to finish up. I hope you guys enjoyed this! By the way, to the reviewer who asked if something tragic was gonna happen, you came to the wrong place my friend XD

Chapter 18 (Rave POV)
The week after the prom, Nat was doing a very good job at distracting me from the play. I'm a healthy teenage boy, after all. However, we still managed to get everything ready for the play. Rehearsals went well, if only because the underclassmen are afraid of me. The art class got the props done, because they're also all afraid of me. Also, my cousin got our costumes done...probably because she's afraid of me. Note to self: Be less abrasive and terrifying.

I stood beside the red velvet curtain just offstage; just wanted to make sure they moved correctly to avoid any technical difficulties. I clearly need to put a bell on a certain teal head because the next thing I know, two arms are wrapped around my midsection and a warmth is shooting up my spine.

"There's my sugar muffin."

"I'm busy Nat," I grumbled.

He smirked into my hair. "You're just looking at a curtain."

"If you don't let go of me, that curtain will be my murder weapon."

He backed up, hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll stop smothering you if only to keep myself from being smothered."

A rimshot sounded from the drumkit a few feet from us, and Nat flashed him a thumbs up.

"That guy likes my humor," Nat pointed out.

"He's the only one," I teased.

The rimshot played again and I smirked up at my boyfriend.

"Traitor," Nat hissed.

I took his hand, leading him away from the public eye. He plopped down on my makeup chair and I perched on the table.

"Are you gonna do my makeup for tonight?" he asked.

"I better," I said, sighing. "We already established that you can't."

"I told you you were rushing me," he countered. "You threatened to stab me with a tampon and I didn't want to see if you would."

I grinned. "Probably would have. Latvia had one on her."

He rolled his eyes, and I grabbed some blush, beckoning him to lean forward so I could dust it onto his cheek bones.

"Do you think I'll do okay?" he asked.

"Of course," I assured him. "You're off your script and you remember your stage directions."

"Thanks to you writing my name on pieces of tape and putting them where I'm supposed to stand," he added.

I laughed. "Felt like training a dog, but I guess even you can learn commands."

"Arf arf."

I smirked, and picked up a stick of eyeliner. After his makeup was done, I made him get into costume, and went back to my dressing room to do the same. It was almost showtime.

It was almost the end of the play and everything had gone off without a hitch. Surprising considering Nat's the lead. He finished the final song, and the room roared with applause. Of course, I couldn't have known that Nat was going to end the show with a finale.

The cast stepped up to take their bows, and suddenly everyone just sat down, leaving me standing there dumbfounded. Nat pointed at Latvia, who gave him a thumbs up, and turned to her sister, who was leading the band.

"Can you feel our gravity?

Can you gravitate to me?

Can you feel the gravity?

Right now"

The band burst into a variation of Gravity, the song Nat had sung to me the night I first came to his house. Nat pulled off his wig, and was thrown a wet towel, which he used to wipe off most of the makeup. He skipped up to me, took my hand, and sang to me. In front of everyone. And while I wanted to slap him for being such an embarrassment, I ended up hugging the idiot tightly and crying as the audience cheered loudly for the endearing display of affection.

"I love you Nathan Goldberg," I whispered.

The phrase went unheard due to the thundering applause of the forgotten room around us. The two of us were in our own dimension wrapped in each other's arms.