Hey everyone, sorry it's been a while. But this is the final chapter :)

Freddie shivered, zipping his jacket up more as he walked in the dark cold night. It took him nearly an hour to find a grocery store that was still open, and another hour to finish the shopping. He should be in bed at around this time!

He opened his wallet to count how much money he had left, just as he was passing by an alleyway.

"Hey kid." Said a deep, intimidating voice. Freddie felt everything in his body's system freeze up. He finally managed to turn around, very slowly and see the source of the voice.

It was a tall, well-built man holding a switchblade. He had tattoos running down his arms and a cigarette in his mouth. He took a step closer to the shaking Freddie.

"Let me see your wallet." The man said.

"I'll be back soon, Spencer. After tonight, I won't be able to go outside as much anymore." Sam said, slipping on her boots.

"Okay, but be careful. I know you can handle yourself if someone messes with you, but once again, be careful." Spencer replied.

Sam's hand went on the doorknob, ready to turn it. "…Spencer…"

"Yes Sam?" Spencer asked.

Sam walked over to the couch where Spencer was and wrapped her arms around him. She began to quietly sob.

"I-I'm sorry Spencer. You could be making wacky sculptures like you love to do. Instead you're stuck here taking care of me." Sam whispered, tasting some of the salty tears rolling down her cheeks. I failed. I couldn't get your eyesight back.

But Spencer didn't know that, of course. "Aww, it's alright Sam. I can still learn how to make sculptures and tutor you. We can even make them together!" He gently pushed Sam toward the door. "Now go on. This city is one of the last with such nice, fresh air. Go and enjoy it."

Sam looked up at the stars twinkling in the sky, her feet moving her body on the slightly damp sidewalk. A song with a bittersweet melody played from one of the stores that were still open.

Sam looked down. She chuckled a bit; even though she felt her eyes watering up a bit. How did she feel at the moment, what was this feeling? Was she happy? Sad? Both?

Yes, maybe it was both. She was happy about how much she had changed in only a year, and the time she got to spend with Freddie. She was sad that now she won't be able to experience those moments anymore.

But she was glad that they got to be part of her life at one point. Glad that they had made such a magical difference.

"Don't touch me!"

"Just hand over that wallet, punk!"

"I need that money! Let me go!"

"You're making this a lot more difficult than this has to be!"

Sam stopped. Those loud shouts seemed to have grabbed quiet night by its shoulders and shook it harshly. She walked a few steps further. The noise seemed to be coming from ahead.

She stopped once again when she discovered the source of the ruckus: A man and a teenage boy in an alley. A teenage boy who had been on her mind all day.

"Freddie?"

"Violet?" Freddie's hand left the man's shoulder. It seemed like he was trying to push him away.

Sam began to make her way towards the man, her footsteps echoing off the walls of the alleyway. "Hey you bastard! Why don't you go mess with someone your own size?"

"Who are you? Why the hell would you defend a small shrimp like this? This is none of your business!" The man scoffed. He threw Freddie to the side, the boy's body hitting the wall like a rag doll.

"Freddie!" Sam screamed. She could feel her blood's temperature rise. She had never felt angrier in her life.

She turned back to the man, looking him straight in the eye. "This is too my business. He is someone kind and intelligent and someone I care about. And you're going to pay for hurting him!" With that, she lunged at the man, knocking him to the ground and throwing punches at his face.

Freddie groaned, clutching his throbbing head. The brick had scraped his cheek and lip, drops of blood spilling from the cuts.

Violet! She had came and stood up for him. What was happening? Was she hurt?

Freddie began to slowly push himself up. However, he must've jumped onto his feet when he heard a gunshot.

Freddie spun around, seeing a silhouette of a girl falling to the ground. Another silhouette of a man was back up, shaking with fear.

"W-what are you? You monster!" He yelled before running out of the alleyway and into the streets.

"Violet!" Freddie ignored his body pain and ran over to her.

Violet was breathing heavily, clutching the area under her chest. Even though it was dark, Freddie could make out the dark red bloodstain.

"No…. no no no no!" Freddie muttered, a lump forming in his throat. "I'm so sorry, Violet. This is all my fault!"

A small smile formed on Violet's lips. "W-what are you saying sorry for?" She whispered, lifting her hand up to wipe a tear spilling from Freddie's eyes.

"You've done nothing wrong. You showed me what real kindness was. You showed me that looks and popularity don't have to do with happiness. And…" Violet's blue eyes dilated and began to water. "You showed me what true love was."

Freddie's eyes widened. His heart must've either stopped beating for a moment, or beating a million times in a few seconds. Was that a…love confession?

"That's all. I just wanted to say what I felt…before it's too late…" Violet said.

Thinking about someone risking their life for him, an average book and science-loving high school student, made more tears spill out and Freddie full out crying. "No, don't say that Violet! You're going to be all right, don't go! Because…because I can't imagine my life without you!"

"Fred-" Sam was cut off as Freddie leaned down and kissed her. After he pulled away, she felt light surround her, blinding her view for a few seconds before going out.

Sam sat up, the pain from the gunshot seemed to had disappeared. She looked down, the bloodstain gone. The hand clutching the nonexistent wound had neatly manicured nails…. and a few locks of bouncy, blonde hair hung down her shoulders…

Sam gasped. Had the curse been broken? She looked up and saw Freddie, who had backed away with a confused and shocked look on his face.

"W-what the…Sam Puckett? What are you doing here? Where did Violet go?" He asked.

"Freddie. It's me. I'm right here." Sam said, taking a step toward Freddie.

"No! I need to find Violet! She was hurt and-" Sam reached over and grabbed Freddie's hand firmly.

"Freddie, just close your eyes for a second and listen to me." Freddie sighed, and obeyed Sam. Sam began to speak.

"One night, you came downstairs and bumped into me. I asked if you wanted to see a movie with me and you said yes. While we were watching the movie, you told me that you wanted to be friends with me, despite my appearance. Those words changed my life, gave me hope. Those words…made me fall in love."

Freddie opened his eyes. He looked down at the blond girl. "Violet…it is you. But…how?"

"I was under a curse, but I guess I wouldn't call it that anymore, I met you because of it. It was broken by, the power of love. I love you, Freddie."

Freddie smiled, stroking Sam's cheek. "I love you too."

The two embraced tightly, resting their chins on each other's shoulders, cheeks brushing.

Freddie ran his hand through Sam's long hair, feeling like the happiest guy in the world. "Violet…"

"Yes, Freddie?"

"Let's go home. Our home, with Spencer, our garden and spaghetti tacos."

Sam smiled warmly. "Alright. Yes, let's go home."

When January came along and the 2nd semester started, Freddie and Sam returned to Ridgeway. They walked up the steps to the school entrance, holding hands.

Sam's friends immediately ran up to her, asking her questions and confused by her new personality and her dating Freddie. Sam would just smile and give a vague answer like "yeah I guess I am" before leading Freddie towards the school doors.

Freddie turned around, noticing Sam's clique eyeing him and whispering. He turned around, looking down with uneasiness. He looked up when he felt Sam's hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I love you no matter what. I don't care what anyone says anymore, thanks to you." She encouraged.

Freddie smiled as the first bell rang. Him and Sam went on to their new 2nd semester class: Sculpting taught by the new teacher, Mr. Spencer Shay.

After a couple of periods Sam and Freddie met up in the hallways. They were heading to Sam's locker to retrieve some textbooks when the former queen bee noticed a younger female student struggling to pick up a pile of dropped papers. Sam made her way over to the underclassman, Freddie following close behind.

"Here." Sam took the remaining papers off the floor and stacked them into a neat pile, handing them to the girl. The student's panicked expression subsided. "T-thank you!" She said, and walked off with a smile on her face.

As Sam stood up, she noticed a blond, blue-eyed man standing a few yards away watching her. She smiled and waved at him, he smiling back and giving a brief nod before returning to a conversation he was having with a teacher.

Sam turned back to Freddie. "Come on, don't want to be late for class." The two walked happily to their next class: science. It had become Sam's favorite subject thanks to Spencer. Well, her favorite right after sculpting, that is.

Aaaaannndddd it's finally finished! Can't believe it...I started this near the end of middle school and I finish it at the beginning of 10th grade? Curse my laziness :P

But anyways, thanks so much for everyone who has read this story, I appreciate it with all my heart! -Hands out virtual jelly donuts for all of you-