A/N: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. I'm not sure this was the ending chapter you were all expecting because I wasn't expecting this was how it was going to end either. In fact, I only knew when I was halfway done with it. I hope you enjoyed this story and continue (or start) to read some of my other works in progress…or my completed stories. I'm not fussy. I hope you liked it. Please review :)

It had been about four hours and forty-three minutes since the fateful midnight kiss outside the doorway. I hadn't slept another wink. I got dressed slowly and carefully, planning my day inside my head.

"Maybe," I muttered to myself in the mirror, "if I don't go down that hallway, I won't pass Chris at all." Oh, this is ridiculous. I was planning how to avoid my boyfriend. We really needed to talk. He had to be informed that I really wasn't an amazing as he thought.

I arrived at my locker, ready for another day of hell. "I really don't believe this."

He was there. Yes, HE was there. I assume I don't have to explain myself. He was just standing there at my locker at a school he wasn't even supposed to be in. What the hell was the world really coming to?

"Go home," I whispered, passing by him when I saw Chris. I prayed that Dylan would just leave. He could make things so much easier by doing so. I had no such luck. He followed me, of course. I ignore him because he had yet to even speak a word.

"Chris," I spoke up shyly.

"Hey…can you help me with this?" he asked, gesturing toward his books falling from the locker.

Dylan smiled. "Pleas, allow me," he helped him quickly.

"Thanks," he said, confused. "You are?"

Dylan was silent. I sighed. "He's my boy…" I started automatically, "friend. Friend. He is JUST a friend," I said frantically.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Really," I said. "He is."

I pushed past both of them, waving a good-bye to Chris. This was going to be a long day.

"Wait! Marco!" Dylan shouted. He was much faster than me. I gave up and turned around.

"What do you want?" I asked, tiredly.

"In all actuality, you. I'm really sorry for telling your mom that night, Marco. It wasn't right."

"I was going to break up with you! I was wrong, Dylan."

"Obviously, though, I must have done something to have caused so much trouble. You didn't trust me. You went to Chris…"

"No, Dylan…"

"Why did this have to get so crazy?" Dylan said, laughing.

I realized that Dylan was apologizing for doing nothing wrong. This all started because I was scared and needed a 'break'. Before that, everything was perfect. Dylan should have been the one angry, and he was, but he got over it. I was being immature to go to Chris. I had to prove to Dylan that, if we had a serious break-up, he wasn't the only one for me. I was scared only because he'd been with other guys before me and I felt that I needed that chance, but I realize now, I didn't need it. Dylan was the only guy for me. I had to somehow make this all right.

"Dylan, call me tonight. Don't be surprised though, if I may need your consolation after I break this boy's poor heart."

Dylan looked at me, confused. Then, he smiled. "Oh, well, how about you call me? I don't want to…interrupt you…while you're with him."

"Wow," I whispered, "I feel so bad."

He put his arm around me when we arrived at my first class. "You'll feel worse if you don't do it. I have to get going before I get caught or lose credit for my own classes," he said quickly and kissed my cheek.

I sighed. He was right. Whether Dylan and I were back together or not, Chris and I were still never going to work out.

I found Chris after the last period of the day outside, waiting for me. He smiled when he saw me. Oh, my gosh, I felt so horrible. I was a horrible, evil, minion. Okay, Marco, don't get dramatic. He just wasn't right for you.

"Hey," I said slowly. "We need to talk."

"Okay," he said nervously. He obviously knew it wasn't going to be good.

"Okay, what does everybody always remind me that I am?" I asked him.

"Uh…honest?"

"Right. Look, I haven't been completely honest with anyone lately, not even myself. I'm going to be brutally honest."

He nodded. "You're going to dump me, aren't you?"

"Well, Chris…I know this was a quick thing and it seem kind of like nothing, but it wasn't nothing. Would it help if I told you that you helped me figure out my life?"

He laughed slightly, pretending he wasn't upset. "No," he answered.

"I don't want you to feel bad about yourself, though, okay? I know you've probably heard of the dreaded, 'It's not you, it's me' thing, but it's true. It's something I had to figure out in my life and I screwed this up…I'm sorry. I really did feel something for you, but it wasn't strong enough to have a good relationship. I really hope you understand because I want us to be friends. I don't want the whole, 'Let's be friends,' thing that never happens. I want a true friendship with you. I really don't want awkwardness because I respect you way too much for that."

I waited for his reaction, but it didn't really come too quickly. Finally, he smiled.

"I really like you, Marco. You make me so happy even when I want to die. Hell, you even dump in a flattering way." He laughed. "Okay, can I have a hug?"

I smiled, "Of course!"

Thank you, God. You saved me from a huge fight. I could see it in Chris' eyes that he wanted to cry, but I praised him for his ability to keep it in until I was gone. If he cried, I would have lost it.

"Come on," I said, grabbing his arm. "Let me walk you home."

"No, Marco, it's okay. I'm a big boy," he smiled. "I can do it myself."

I nodded and kissed his cheek. "You're always in here, Chris," I pointed to my chest, "but it's just Dylan's already made it his home. I'm talking, he brought furniture and a place to sleep and all that into my heart. He really made himself at home, and I can't change that."

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"Hey, baby," Dylan greeted me when I stepped over the threshold.

"It's okay," I said, smiling. "You can now morally kiss me."

He did just that. "I missed you," he said, pouting.

"I know you did. I got like eight missed calls from you." I laughed. "You know, it's scary. When you slammed that car door that night and we were screaming at each other. I thought you were gone completely, like for good."

"Nope," Dylan smiled. "As long as you'll have me, I'm here to stay."