Hey guys! This is the last chapter of Spring Fling or Not. Thank you for your continuing support in reading and reviewing. I have no idea when my next story is coming, seeing as how school is starting soon for me. I do have a story that I have already written down ideas from two years ago, but I really want to take a break and get started on writing my original novel. But I promise that I will update a new story sooner or later in the year. So, without further ado, enjoy!

At one in the afternoon, the boys were standing in front of their former dates' house, with Yami standing in front. Earlier in the day, they've all tried to contact their dates one last time, but once again they didn't respond. So, they went with their original plan and now stand at the door of their dates.

Yami lifted a hand to knock on the door but hesitated, his hand hovering. If they didn't respond to calls or texts, what are the chances of them answering the door? They might have already left but it was unlikely since the house they were staying in is owned by a friend of theirs. He shook his head and clenched his hand in determination. He was not going to get cold feet. If Yuugi doesn't accept me, I'll at least feel better knowing that she forgave me.

With a new burst of confidence, he knocked on the door, the sound loud enough for the residents of the house to hear. A few seconds past and no one opened the door. The boys were beginning to think that this was a lost cause until the door opened slightly, enough for half of Malik's face to show.

Malik glared at them so hard it could have set them on fire. "Oh, it's you guys. What do you want?"

"Malik, I don't know you don't want to see any of us, possibly never," said Yami, "but all of us came over to apologize."

"Ok, bye!" Malik quickly tried to shut the door but Yami put his hand on it, stopping the motion.

"Please wait!" Yami pleaded.

"Malik," Marik spoke up. "What Yami means to say is can we talk to you guys individually?"

Malik stared at Marik then sighed, reluctantly conceding. He opened the door fully. "Fine, but I can't guarantee that the others will be as complying as me, especially Yuugi." He stated, looking at Yami. "Joey is in the kitchen, and Ryou and Yuugi are down the hall in their rooms."

"Thank you, Malik, really." Yami said gratefully.

"Don't thank me yet. Just fix this and make Yuugi happy again."

Yami nodded and followed Malik's finger, Bakura trailing behind him. Seto walked to the kitchen, leaving Marik and Malik alone in the living room. Malik walked to the couch and plopped down, his limbs lying everywhere.

"So, is there something you want to tell me," Malik asked Marik.

Marik sighed. "Malik, to be fair, there's no reason for me to apologize. You probably still haven't read my texts but I said that I wasn't involved in Yami and Bakura's bet at all."

"But you still knew, didn't you," Malik questioned, looking upset. "You're still guilty in my opinion. You should've told me from the start."

"If I told you, you might have accidently told Yuugi and Ryou and ruined their relationships. I know that at the beginning they were doing this for the bet, but I noticed that they were actually feeling something for your friends. So I decided to let it continue to see how it would play out, but I guess it didn't work out."

Malik contemplated on Marik's explanation. He sounded truthful when he said he wasn't part of the bet, but his justification on letting his friends continue to date Yuugi and Ryou despite knowing about the bet didn't sound right, even if it was for good intentions. But Malik couldn't stay mad at Marik. He did say he wasn't associated with the bet and Malik was somewhat at fault.

Malik groaned under his breath and draped his arm over his eyes. "No, you're right. You're not entirely at fault. If anything, it's mine." At Marik's silence, indicating that he was confused, Malik elaborated. "At the beginning, I told Yuugi and Ryou to not get close since this thing was only temporary, but I guess they couldn't help it. None of us could."

"Well, it's not like if you didn't tell them that none of this wouldn't have happened," Marik said, walking closer to Malik. "So, are we cool?"

Malik removed his arm to see Marik leaning over him, a small, hopeful smile on his lips. Mailk grinned back.

"Yeah, we're cool."

"And we can continue going out?"

"Does this answer your question?" Malik grabbed Marik's shirt and pulled him down, locking their lips. The small moans emitting from Marik's throat was enough of a confirmation from him to know that yes, they can continue dating.

Seto entered the kitchen and found Joey eating at the table. Well, he wasn't actually eating, he was moving the food around on his plate disinterestedly, his head supported by his other hand with a bored look on his face. Seto didn't say a word. He just calmly sat down on the chair across from Joey and waited for the blonde to acknowledge him. After five minutes and Joey didn't give him as so much as a glance in his direction, Seto spoke up.

"Joey, I know what you're trying to do. Are you going to keep on ignoring me?"

"I could," he replied, still not looking at Seto, "but I have a feeling that you won't leave unless we talk."

"That's correct," Seto sighed, mentally relieved that Joey wanted to talk now. "Joey, I have nothing to do with Yami's bet. I admit that I knew, but I didn't think you would find out this way. Please don't be mad at Yami or any of us."

Joey sighed and put down his utensil. He finally looked into Seto's icy blue eyes. "You know, I should be mad at Yami for hurting my friend's feelings and punch him, but I'm mostly upset at you."

"Why?"

"Because you lied to me. I told you my reasons for why I care for Yuugi like a sister and you didn't tell me truth."

"Look, I said I'm sorry and I truly mean it. So is Yami. He deeply cares for Yuugi and he hates himself for hurting her."

Joey pondered on Seto's words, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth this time. Finding no falsehood, he nodded his head.

"Can you at least promise me this? If what you said about Yami is true, promise me that they'll be happy together."

Seto intertwined his hand with Joey's that was resting on the table. "I promise."

Joey squeezed back. "I'll hold you to it." He then smiled. "And since I've forgiven you, we continue dating."

Seto actually grinned back. "Thanks, pup."

Bakura knocked on Ryou's door and when he didn't open it or answer, Bakura knocked harder.

"I know it's you, Bakura," Ryou shouted, irritated. "Go away. I don't care if you want to talk."

Knowing that it was useless to reason with him further, Bakura took out his lockpick from his pocket and picked the lock with expertise. In no time, he unlocked the door and walked into Ryou's room. The smaller man was sitting on his desk chair, his head resting on the desk with his arms folded on the bottom.

"I don't even want to ask how you got the door unlocked," said Ryou as Bakura closed the door.

"That's probably for the best," Bakura responded as he sat down on Ryou's bed. "I can teach you once we get to know each other better."

"I don't see that happening anytime soon."

"Why is that?"

"You know why, Bakura." Ryou's eyes were closed the entire time but now he opened them. "I'm nothing but a bet to you, something used to occupy your time. I'm just a toy to you."

"That's not true."

"Is it?" Ryou asked, his tone a bit angry, standing up. "So, what you said yesterday wasn't true?"

"No, the bet is true, I admit that," he responded, standing up as well. "But now, it's different."

"How is it different," Ryou shouted. "What changed?"

"I have feelings for you, that's what!" Bakura yelled back.

Silence enveloped between them. They stared at each other in shock for different reasons. Ryou because those were the last kind of words he expected from Bakura. The taller male because he couldn't believe that he said something personal out loud.

"You… you have feelings for me," said Ryou softly, a light blush decorating his cheeks.

"Yes," Bakura replied softly, looking embarrassed. "I didn't realize until you kicked me out, but I do sort of like you. So, will you give me another chance?"

Ryou glanced away. "I think we should be friends for now, then we'll see about the future."

Bakura felt a little disappointed, but mostly relieved that Ryou was willing to give him a second chance later on.

"I can deal with that."

Yami lightly knocked on Yuugi's bedroom door. "Yuugi, are you in there?"

"Please, go away Yami," Yuugi responded quietly. Yami barely heard her through the wooden barrier.

"Can we please talk?"

This time, she didn't say anything. Yami placed his hand on the door knob and was surprised that it turned easily, meaning that it was unlocked. Praying that nothing will be thrown at his face, he entered Yuugi's room and closed the door behind him. He found Yuugi curled up in a tiny ball on her bed, clutching the Kuriboh plushie doll that he won for her tightly against her chest. Inwardly, he felt relieved that she kept it and didn't discard it despite what he did to her.

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Yuugi, we need to talk about this," Yami said softly. "Can you sit up, please?"

The cream-skinned female tensed but sighed loudly. She sat up crossing her legs, Kuriboh still wound around her arms. Yami's heart cracked a little when he saw that Yuugi's eyes were a little red as if she was crying a while ago.

"What do you want to discuss," she asked tiredly.

"Yuugi, I know I'm the last person you want to see and talk to, but hear me out. I know I already asked you to forgive me, so I'll ask again. I know I hurt your feelings but I didn't mean to. I was planning on telling you the truth but Téa told you before I could explain my actions. I know it doesn't sound convincing, but please accept my apology."

Yuugi contemplated Yami's words. He seemed sincere about his apology, but Yuugi couldn't bring herself to forgive him. She wanted to, but a small part of her couldn't do it. She always felt insecure about herself, and since this was her first time dating someone, she put her trust in him. But now, with that trust broken she didn't want anything to do with him. But she would be lying to herself that she also developed feelings for Yami. Ever since he confessed his true intentions, Yuugi tried to suppress her emotions but it was difficult. If anything, they only increased.

Yuugi absentmindedly stroked her Kuriboh. "How do I know that you'll stay with me? You've dated plenty of girls before, probably feeling the same thing. Sooner or later, I'll just be a passing fad to you."

Yami vigorously shook his head. "No! My feelings for you are deeper than any women I've dated. I want to stay with you and no one else, I swear."

Yuugi blushed bright red at Yami's confession. His crimson orbs blazed with a fiery passion and the pale female had no choice but to accept his feelings. Her own heart raced, inwardly glad that he actually liked her.

"You promise," she questioned, hanging onto hope.

"I promise."

Yuugi's amethyst orbs glistened with tears. She brightly smiled. "Okay. To tell you the truth, I have feelings for you, too."

Yami scooted closer to her, grinning. "Really?"

Yuugi nodded. "Mmm-mhh."

He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, causing her to blush more and him to blush faintly too. "I'm glad."

Yuugi smiled as their foreheads touched, their lips inches apart. She had a feeling that this relationship was going to be more than a spring fling.

And that's that! Thanks for all of your support, guys! See you later in the year! Review please!