Well. This story has been a lot more popular than I expected. This will be the final chapter of this story, so I hope you enjoyed.

You guys want me to make more of my notes into short stories, some of you say? Hm. I might consider this. But not for all of them, because that's just crazy. Pick a note, any note, I guess. And I probably will be semi-picky with my requests, because I don't think I can handle any more Jean Armstrong/Charley fluff XP

Well, enjoy! :D

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Well. That had worked out fantastic.

I kind of wished that I was a fop like Gavin, because the makeup he wears hides any blush that might come to his face.

When Ema had asked where we were going to eat, I was still pretty flustered. Turns out, Mr. Wright had been listening to our whole conversation (Remind me to delete my internet history), so he told us about a burger joint that he had brought a girl to a few times. Ema had asked whether it was his girlfriend, and he gave a very unconvincing argument against it. Finally, something I can make fun of him for.

It was within walking distance, so we headed out the door together. Ema and I were walking down the sidewalk silently.

"Sorry, did I take that too far?" Ema finally asked.

"No, it's all right. I'm really bad at taking jokes, if you haven't noticed."

"Mr. Wright used to be the same way. Now he's the one dishing them out."

"Hmm." I stared at my feet, unsure of what to say. I never would have expected feeling like this once I had finally gotten the girl of my dreams, but words couldn't come out.

Why am I so awkward?

Ema laughed, and I realized I had said that last part out loud. Hot dang, I'm an idiot.

"It's one of my favorite parts about you," she replied.

"Why?"

"You're funny when you say weird things, and you look cute when you blush."

"I'm not cute," I pouted. She took one look at me and laughed.

"What do you want me to say? Sexy?"

"I'll go with cute, thanks." I glared at her.

"I'm joking. Is handsome a better word?"

"Not really. I'm not exactly the most attractive guy out there."

"You aren't the least attractive guy, either."

"Oh look, there's the restaurant," I pointed out, wanting to change the subject.

"Oh, right." We walked in and were sat down at a glossy wooden table. I picked up a menu and started flipping through it, not really hungry. I decided that I wouldn't order anything, except maybe some tea.

"Can I take your order?" a waitress asked.

"I'll have whatever he's having," Ema replied.

Shoot.

I looked down quickly at the menu, and ordered the first burger I saw. "I'll have the Luther burger, I guess." Luther sounded normal, unlike Pad Thai burgers and the Nutburger. I had to wonder about Mr. Wright's taste in food.

"All right, 2 Luther burgers. Anything else?"

"Uh, I'll get some tea, too." I knew that Ema liked tea, and I needed some about now.

"All right, I'll be back soon."

"What's a Luther burger?" Ema asked.

"I have no idea. It was that or the Nutburger."

"You'd think these things would have descriptions…" Ema mused, looking through the menu. "Eww. There's a PB&J burger."

"Mr. Wright recommended this place on purpose, didn't he?"

"Probably."

"Oh, I have your drinks," the waitress exclaimed, popping out of nowhere. "And your burgers will be ready in just a minute."

"Thanks," I replied. The mug felt hot enough to burn through my hand, so I put it onto the table. Ema, however, picked up her mug and began drinking it right away. "Isn't that hot?" I asked.

"Kind of," she replied nonchalantly. I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so I didn't. "Are you all right, Apollo? You aren't usually this quiet."

"Normally we have more to talk about."

"Like what? Murder?"

"Exactly. I'll ask you about some bloody knife, and you'll pull out Luminol and get overly excited."

"I guess that's one good way to start a conversation," Ema agreed.

"So…" Apollo began. "What's your favorite color?"

"Green. What's your favorite animal?"

"I like cardinals."

"This is getting nowhere fast."

"Pretty much," I agreed.

"I have your burgers!" the waitress called.

"Was that really five minutes?!"

"Time flies when you're having fun!" she grinned. "You two enjoy yourselves, all right?"

"Thank you," Ema replied. We looked at our burgers. "This isn't a bun."

"What is it?" I asked. It had a hole in the middle of it, and it looked like a small bagel. Ema picked up a bun and took a bite out of it.

"Remind me never to order the same thing as you, ever again."

"What is it?"

"Scientific analysis shows that there is roughly a 90% chance that that's a doughnut."

"A doughnut?" I picked up the 'bun' off my 'burger' and took a small bite out of it. "Who the heck thought it was a good idea to mix doughnuts and hamburgers?!"

"Probably an American," Ema noted.

"Sorry, Ema…"

"It's all right. The burger part's probably still good," she replied, cutting up her patty with a fork.

"Hopefully."

"Next time, you should actually choose the restaurant. And the food."

"Next time?"

"Yeah. This has been pretty fun," she grinned.

"I guess…"

"Apollo, what's wrong?"

"I- I'm fine."

"Then why have you been so quiet?"

"I don't know… I just feel so awkward. You're all I really wanted for a long time, and I guess it's a lot to grasp at once."

"How long?" I blushed, and fished a small book out of my pocket.

"I have a weird hobby that I do when I don't have any cases. I like to write down details about my cases while I'm working, and I take my notes and I write stories with them." I flipped to the beginning of my second case, which I had titled Turnabout Corner. I flipped a couple of pages, before handing it to Ema.

"There was a detective in front of the park, who was wearing a lab coat for some reason. She was beautiful. I'm glad Trucy didn't catch me staring, or I never would have heard the end of it. Of course, the detective told us to go play somewhere else… I had to wonder how young she thought I was," Ema read quietly. She laughed when she finished. "You thought I was beautiful?"

"Wait." I took the book from her and flipped to the next case, only to hand it back to her.

"I was happy to hear that Ema was there… Although I was warned that she was in a bad mood. She seemed pretty happy when I saw her, though. If she's this nice in a bad mood, I'll have to see her in a good mood one of these days. She looked gorgeous as always," she continued. "Aww." I turned the page and pointed to another point. "I was pretty scared that she was going to kill me. I mean, who loses a body?! Well, she actually forgave me pretty fast. She was being really nice about it… I still owe her Snackoos, though."

"And one more." I flipped through the rest of that case, and got to Vera Misham's case.

"Turnabout Succession? How do you come up with these titles?!"

"Well, what was I supposed to call it? The forgery murder doesn't sound very exciting."

"What does turnabout even mean?!"

"It's when everything changes." I continued flipping until I got to the part where I got onto the crime scene.

"I got onto the crime scene, and Ema was there. She actually seemed happy to see me. It's rare to see her smile, but when she does, it's beautiful, and it was shining bright right then. She wouldn't tell me much about the case at first, but in the end she was incredibly helpful. I realized about then that neither of the last two cases wouldn't have been solved without her, and I realized how grateful I was. I wish that I had told her that," Ema had gotten quiet towards the end. "You mean that?"

"Ema, without you and your science, I'd be completely and utterly screwed, to put it bluntly."

"But I'm not even a forensic scientist."

"You're better than the entire forensics team put together, Ema."

"Thanks, Apollo. I don't know what I'd do without you, either."

"Huh?"

"I wasn't able to do much forensics without you around. You went out and found evidence, and we would fingerprint it. You would point out where you thought a blood stain was, and I'd spray Luminol. You wanted to figure out what a rough sketch looked like, and I helped you realize that you had a stalker. I couldn't figure out how to identify fingerprints, so you'd help me. Without you, I would be miserable at work."

"I'm glad I make things a little better for you, then."

"Just a little?" She smiled that gorgeous smile, and I could feel my heart flutter like your average middle schooler. It was then that I noticed exactly how close our faces were. Wait. Hers was getting closer to mine.

It took a few seconds to register that her lips were touching mine. Oh, she's kissing me. Shoot. I hesitantly tried to kiss back, unsure of what to do. It had been a long time since I'd had a girlfriend. Her lips left mine after a few seconds. Aww. I just remembered what I was supposed to do. She was smiling at me again, and I had a really bad idea.

"Ema… What did you write about me?"

"What?"

"Lana said that you were writing about me in your diary."

"Lana… So THAT'S how she knew I liked you!" she growled. I smirked.

"So?"

"I don't know. I probably was going on about how much I love it when you make Gavin squirm. I might've added in a few extra details about my opinion of you."

"And what's that?"

"I like you. A lot." She blushed slightly.

"I do, too," I said with a smile.

"You know, Lana was right. I think you pass."

"I'm glad to hear that," I laughed.

And this time, it was me who kissed her. And it was amazing.