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A/N- I was going to write a sequel, but I really had no ideas to make one, but just to wrap it all up, I decided on an epilogue. Hope you enjoy. Oh, and there was a lot of questions on what the key was used for, well, I guess I've been watching too many too teen movies or something, because after prom, people usually go to a hotel room and...do it. Maybe that's just my TV mind, but hey. Thanks for all the awesome reviews. You have no idea how amazingly awesome they are, so please, continue with them.

On with the story...

18 years later...

A loud scream was heard from downstairs which woke up Ryan and Marissa Atwood. "What, what was that?" Ryan asked sleepily as he woke up.

Marissa rubbed her eyes, and stretched her arms. "Morning sweetie," she greeted, also sleepy, as she moved over to his side and hugged Ryan's body.

Ryan yawned and hugged her back before going back to sleep. Within just a few moments, another scream was heard again. This time they were fully awake and started to make their way downstairs following the continuing giggles and screams.

"Katie!" Marissa whispered hoarsely. Katie turned around and faced her parents, an innocent look on her face. "Why are you screaming?" Ryan asked with a yawn.

"Because...I'm going to prom...in a limo!" she told them with pure excitement.

"Congratulations," Ryan said dryly. Marissa elbowed him, waking him up fully. "I mean, that's great, congratulations," he recovered.

"That's great honey," Marissa told her.

"It is, isn't it? And Mom, my hair, I need to get it done, you said..."

Marissa cut off her rambling, "I know, you made an appointment long ago, we'll be there, don't worry."

"It would be better if I went on my own, but no, I had to get grounded and not use the car," she complained.

"It's not their fault you drive like a loser," a boy said as he hit her head with a packet of cream cheese.

"Tyler!" Katie exclaimed, and threw the cream cheese back at him.

"It was only two tickets," she told them.

Tyler snorted, "In one month."

"So? I don't care."

"Of course you don't," he retorted sarcastically.

"I was being sarcastic."

"Well, you need to do a better job."

"Ugh!" Katie trounced up the stairs, frustrated. Ryan rubbed his eyes and let out a deep yawn. Tyler smelled it, "Geez Dad! Wanna lay off the beer?" he said, waving his hand in the air, trying to get rid of the alcoholic smell. "Your father was out with Uncle Seth." Marissa explained with a smile, as she patted Ryan's back.

"Al'right Dad!" the sixteen year old exclaimed, giving Ryan's hand a slap. "Did you meet any babes?" he asked.

"Babes?" Ryan asked disbelievingly.

"The female species?" Tyler further explained.

"Oh, yeah, those, yeah, I have their phone numbers up in my room, go check," Ryan said sarcastically.

Tyler narrowed his eyes, "You people need some better sarcasm, maybe take lessons from Uncle Seth," he mumbled and went up the stairs.

"Still hung over?" she asked. Ryan nodded his head slowly. "Anything I can do to help?" He leaned in and gave her a kiss, but Marissa immediately pulled back. "Go brush your teeth!" she told him. But Ryan leaned his head in again as Marissa pushed him of with her hands. He kept breathing on her, "Ahh! Ryan stop, Ryan stop!" she squealed as they wrestled flirty.

"Marissa! Marissa!" he whispered, his alcoholic breath on hers.

"Ryan!" she squealed happily as he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. He leaned down and gave her lips a big sloppy kiss. "Ah! Ryan!" she groaned.

"Yes?" he said sweetly. She smiled sweetly at him and gave him a quick peck. "Jerk!" she said playfully. Ryan wiggled his eyebrows, "I'm going to go brush my teeth, and than take a shower...happy?"

"I'm always happy with you," she said sweetly and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He smiled at her, "Me too", and gave her head a kiss.

"Mom! Hurry up!" Katie yelled from upstairs.

"I'm coming!" Marissa yelled back and than gave Ryan a smile and gave him a quick kiss as he followed after her.

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"Wine?" Marissa offered Ryan as he was sitting on the couch. He shook his hands in front of his face, signaling no. "I think I'm gonna stay away from alcohol from now on," he old her.

"Good," she said and set down the wine and kissed him. "Now this is much better," she said with a grin, and leaned in again. Ryan pulled her in by the waist, so she was sitting on his lap. "It's been too long," she whispered in his ear, as Ryan grunted in response.

2 weeks was a long time for them.

Ryan started to lean back on the couch pillows, Marissa still in his lap when the doorbell rang. They quickly pulled back, when Tyler came running through the hall.

"Tyler don't get it! It's Dean!" Katie commanded from upstairs.

"Okay, I will," he said to himself more so than anyone else, and opened the door, letting Dean in.

Ryan and Marissa were fixing each other when Dean stepped into the living room, as did Tyler. "Dean," Marissa greeted. "Hi Mrs. Atwood".

"Uh, hi Mr. Atwood," Dean greeted Ryan with a handshake. "Dean," Ryan said simply.

"Uh, sir...you got some..." Dean circled his own lips, trying to tell him that he had lipstick on him. Ryan finally got it, and embarrassed, tried to get it off.

"Aw, it's all right sir, we can't keep our hands off the Atwood women," he said with a small laugh, than decided it was completely the wrong thing to say.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, waiting for some kind of recovery. "I mean, not that I would know yet sir, not yet," replied a scared Dean; but knew the 'yet' was still not good enough. "I mean not, not yet, I mean, I plan to NEVER know," he exaggerated.

"Good," Ryan said satisfied.

"NEVER!" Dean continued, and joined Ryan on the couch, watching TV.

He got interested in the game, "Ooh, who's playing?" he asked.

"Lakers and Pistons", he told Dean.

"Awesome!" Dean exclaimed, "I love the Lakers!" and slapped his hands against each other, trying to show excitement.

"I love the Pistons," Ryan said.

Dean seemed surprised, "Oh, I mean I love the Pistons too, I love the Pistons better," he said nervously.

"But Lakers are better," Ryaninterkected with a smug smile.

"Yeah, of course..." Now Dean was getting confused, "Sir? Are you trying to do some sort of psychological thing, 'cuz I failed psychology."

"Oh, that's good,"Ryan said sarcastically.

"Oh, but sir, I don't want you to think I'm some sort of dumb jock, I passed chemistry."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean I blew up the lab twice, so they figured it would just be better to pass me, but--" Dean explained.

"How nice."

"Yeah...." Now he knew he wasn't doing well, "Hey is Katie ready yet?" he asked nervously.

Ryan tried hard not to laugh, so just focused his eyes on the television screen.

"Dad! Here's a camera!" Tyler yelled as he handed Ryan a digital camera. "Mom wants you take pictures of Katie," he explained while rolling his eyes, and than added, "and Dean."

Marissa came down the stairs, "She broke her heel, so I had to give her new shoes," she explained and sat down next to Ryan. They nodded uninterestingly and continued focusing on the game. Marissa sighed and leaned back on the pillows, and crossed her arms against her chest. "Pistons orLakers Dean?" she asked.

Dean looked at Ryan, trying to figure him out, "Uh, Lakers", he said nervously.

"Ah, than you and Katie are perfect for each other, we're all for the Pistons."

"Awesome!" he said dumbly.

"I'm making my entrance! Get in your places!" Katie yelled from upstairs.

They all quickly got up and went in their places. Ryan and Marissa by the banister, and Dean by the door. "She's coming," Tyler put out two fingers, signaling her entrance, "now!"he warned. She made her way down the stairs in a dark red dress and black 3 inch heeled shoes, with a matching shawl that complimented her blonde curly locks that were put up in simple ponytail with a matching barrette on the side of her head. She squealed as she saw Dean and rushed down the stairs, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Okay, hurry up and take the pictures," she exclaimed as she did a few poses with Dean on her arm.

Marissa awwed and went up to her and hugged her tightly. Ryan finally pulled her off of Katie, and held her tightly by his side. "Bye Mom, bye Dad," she told them and hugged them both by their shoulders. "Bye loser," she told Tyler, and dragged Dean out the door.

"Bye Mr. Atwood." Dean called out with a wave.

"Dean, be careful," Ryan warned.

"I'll have her home by...um." Ryan eyes darkened slightly. "I'll have her home," the blonde jock said nervously, and closed the door.

"They're going to have so much fun," Marissa gushed. "Remember our prom?"

"I better," he said jokingly, "we have enough pictures from it."

"Remember after prom?" she asked seductively.

"I think it's one of the few nights I do remember," and than added, "would you like to re-live that night?"

"I would," she took his hand, "do you still have that bow tie?" she asked seductively.

"I have a bow tie."

"Good, than wear it." Ryan started to pick her up, when she added, "And only that." He laughed when Tyler came down the stairs. "Ugh! You guys are disgusting," he exclaimed. Ryan ignored his comment, "Where are you going?" he asked, noticing his duffle bag.

"Um, not gonna stay here and listen to you two, I'm going out."

"Where?"

"Uh, we might crash Katie's prom, and than we're all sleeping over at Justin's."

"Who's we?"

"Me, Jenny, Justin, Kyle, and Jackie."

"Girls?" Marissa asked disbelievingly.

"You're such a prude Mom," he said. "Yes, believe it or not, I, hang out with girls, you know they're not so icky anymore, see ya!" Heheaded out the door, leaving it open so his light brown hair could be seen as he hopped in the car. "Lock the windows and doors kids!" he yelled sarcastically. Ryan laughed sarcastically as well and closed he door, and looked at Marissa, who had her arms crossed. "I am not a prude," she announced.

He laughed and put his arms around her waist, "No, of course you're not."

"Prude huh?" she said and looked at the floor. "If I was such a prude would I be able to do this?" she asked and grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, sticking her tongue in his mouth, pushing his own back in. After a few minutes, she finally pulled back, leaving a closed eyed Ryan very happy.

"Come on prude," he laughed and picked her up, and ran up the stairs with a giggling Marissa on his arms.

He plopped her down on the bed, and hopped in as well, easing himself on top of her. "Bow tie?" she asked.

"Do we really need it?" he complained.

"No, we don't," she said flirty and quickly took off his shirt, and than kissing him, not parting their lips once.

"Ryan?" she moaned.

"Hmm?" he said while kissing her neck.

"I love you."

He stopped kissing her neck, and brought his forehead so it was against hers, and looking into her eyes, "I love you too," he said. "Prude," he added after a beat. She smiled and lifted her head, bringing their lips together once again. Ryan pushed his hips into her, as she let out a giggly moan. He smiled and continued kissing her neck, and than she rolled on top of him. She straddled his waist, and took off her shirt, while he looked highly amused. She giggled once again, and fell on top of him.

And it was prom night all over again.

A/N- Well, there you go, hope you liked it. It was kind of funny for me to write Dean, obviously he was kind of a dumb jock, and Katie's date to the prom. Tyler is Ryan and Marissa's son, and he's 16, and Katie is 18, and of course their daughter. I thought this would be sort of a good ending, and I hope you liked it. Please review! Thanks!