Author's Note: Okay here it is, last chapter. If you're hoping for a sequel, sorry to shoot you down but that's not going to happen. Read first, rant later.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans or The Wedding Date.

Chapter 8

Every end is a new beginning, or maybe not as new a beginning as you may have thought

The wedding came and went. It was beautiful, like a page out of a fairy tale and I didn't expect any less from Kori. She looked like princess and Dick looked like a prince. The wedding was held at Bruce's Cliffside manor at the back. They said their vows at the cliff, the sound of water crashing on the rocks in the back, and we all cheered and cried as they had their first kiss as husband and wife. I had stood there, happily smiling for the beautiful new couple; Vic on the opposite side of me, patting Dick on the back.

The reception was there too, it was a large property. It was held under tents of white gossamer which turned nearly see-through during the night, giving everyone an amazing view of the stars. Kori and I arranged for there to be a classical band as opposed to a modern one, thus completing the fairy tale motif. Underneath the gossamer, underneath the stars, people from all walks of Kori's life had shown up; her guardian Galfore, her sister Mandy and her brother Ryan.

The rest of the gang was there too. They had all forgiven me by then, except maybe Tara, and had begun to laugh about it jokingly from time to time. Of course Kori didn't mention the little emotional break down back at the apartment. Tara still clearly didn't like me but made a show of hiding it, in front of Kori and the others she'd all be friendly, but alone she wouldn't even glance at meunless it weren't a dirty look.

Of course, Vic and I had prepared speeches. His was long and joking, while mine was short and get to the point sweet. She's great person, blah, blah, blah. I remember when, blah, blah, blah. Perfect match, blah, blah, blah. Met Dick, fell in love and they all lived happily ever after, the end. It was more sugary than that but, you the drift.

The reception itself was actually great. I even danced with a few of Dick's old friends, a couple of whom, Garth and Roy to name two, asked for my number. I gave it but never expected any calls. After all, weddings were a great place to 'scope chicks', and by the looks of Kori's sister, that and the fact that Tara didn't have a date either, they'd all be going for them.

Though, when I came home I got a few messages from Dick's friends asking me out for drinks. I accepted a few and dated around a little but nothing too serious, I was still getting the hang of this after all. My home life had taken a quick turn for the better. I lost my job as the love correspondent but then immediately got signed on to a screenwriting agency who had read the fated article from the Voice. They called me in and said that I was 'very daring' and 'well researched' and asked whether I had any experience in film. I've spent the last6 months or so attending writing for film and television classes at the university. Now I'm in the process of editing the shooting script of my debut movie,a romantic comedy called The Wedding Date.

I woke up on an annoyingly bright and beautiful Wednesday morning. I didn't have to worry muchabout what I was going to eatnowadays since I had a job. I got up, shut the curtains and got back to bed only to have my alarm wake me up again 15 minutes later, drat. I begrudgingly got out of bed and got on with my morning ritual; shower, tea and toast, computer. Since I was on a payroll for doing absolutely nothing but typing on my laptop, I had to make sure that I kept myself on schedule. The draft was due pretty soon, they needed this last draft to start rehersals. The thing was already cast, can you believe it? Images of Brad Pitt, Julia Roberts, Tom Hanks and various other movie stars floated in my head. Pssh, yeah right, probably some no name actor who couldn't get a job elsewhere. Who would want to star in my film?

Coming up with an idea for the script wasn't hard, neither were the character work and dialogue. It was the format that was a bitch. Turns out that if you so much as bind your script with anything other than brass head split pins, producers won't even look at your script. Everything had to be according to the strict guidelines for margining, titling and caps locking. You couldn't even use different fonts or coloured paper, apparently the colour of the script shows what stage of production it's at.

I sighed and sipped my tea as I waited for my computer to boot up. I subconsciously reached for the toast that would have been on the left side of the coffee table, that's was if I didn't forget to make it. Then I realised, I didn't have any toast that's why I didn't make any. Come to think of it, I had very little food in my apartment. Swearing at my lack of hindsight I made my way back into my room to change, just when I heard the chime for Windows on my laptop, great.

Toilet paper, check. Milk, check. Bread, check. Various fruits and veggies, check. Drumsticks, check. Shake and Bake, check. Shake and Bake, better make it two. It was about time I was honest with myself, I couldn't cook so why try. At least with the Shake and Bake, the instructions were on the title.

I was on my way to check out the TV microwave dinners when I stopped dead on my tracks, my shirt was caught on a display of Old El Paso Taco Kits. I impatiently tried to pull away as hard as I could when I saw the giant foam taco begin to wobble. Forgetting I was attached to the damned thing I tried to run, resulting in only making it angrier. I watched as the giant taco came on me when two hands came out of nowhere and caught it above my head. I turned to see my saviour and let out a small gasp.

Gar was standing right in front of me, arms outstretched over my head, his chest in my face, his own face looking down at me and grinning from ear to ear. I caught myself blushing madly and mumbling a thank you before speeding away with my cart.

"Raven!" O god, he was following me. Don't look back, don't look back.

"Hey, Raven," he grabbed onto my arms and turned me around. I refused to look at him so I shut my eyes tight and squinted my face. I felt him let go and heard him chuckle.

"Raven, come on. Please talk to me," I opened one eye stared at him through it, "There you go, open your beautiful eyes." He smiled I opened both of them, crossing my arms in front of my chest waiting for what it was he had to say that as so important.

He took a deep breath and scratched the back of his head nervously, "I've been looking for you for months now. I was gunna call you but I lost your number, I tried to look you up but you weren't listed. I saw the article and wanted to know how it went?" That was it? How'd the article go? That's what was so important?

"Good, I got a job writing film scripts now. Oh, and Kori and Dick got married." He shot me a surprised expression as if he were a long time friend to hadn't heard.

"Well, great for you… uhm, s-say congratulations to them for me."

"What about you?"

"Oh, uhm, I wascast for a feature film. It's still in its pre-production stages so I'm just waiting. But, I'm lead." It was my turn to mouth a wow. So he did it huh?

"Do you, uhm, are you seeing anyone?" He asked hesitantly.

"Kind of, I've been dating around…"

"Oh, well great. That's great. For you I mean," he shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heel. Suddenly he jerked his thumb pointing behind him, "Uhm, guess I better get going, huh?"

He waved at me, other arm still stiff straight in his pocket, and started walking backwards. I smiled and waved back as he turned around and walked away. All of a sudden, he stopped and walked right back to me with more conviction.

"I don't know about you," he started, his arm still in his pocket, it looked as if his pants might fall if he pushed it down anymore, "But I think we had a connection back there. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy, but I swear I felt sparks. I mean, half the time I wasn't acting then, I thought you might've noticed when I slowly stopped doing my breathing exercises, until I wasn't doing them at all. And… the car ride back… I don't know. I guess I really like you and… uhm… yeah, I must seem like this huge dork. But…"

He took out his hand from his pocket and clasped his hands together in mock prayer, "If you would just give me one chance, one date. Me, Garfield Logan, not Mark Graham. I mean… I don't know if I'm Mr. Right… but I could be Mr. Right Now." He sent me that boyish smile he had that made my insides churn. His green eyes begged me to say yes. I didn't know, I honestly didn't know. What if it didn't work out, what if it was actually Mark Graham I fell in love with and not Garfield Logan? How awkward would it be introducing, or should I say re-introducing him to my friends. I pulled away from his gze and looked to the ground. He gave a sigh of defeat and stood straight up and began to walk away.

"Gar," I sighed and looked up at him, "Did you know that 80 percent of women who say that they're too busy to have a relationship… are really lonely?" He shot me a smile and came running back wrapping me a warm hug and hoisting me off the ground. I spat at him to put me down as he ignored me and spun around once before finally reuniting my feet with the ground. He gave me the biggest grin I had ever seen on him and grabbed him face, pulling me into an incredibly heated kiss that drew stares at people passing by and caused on woman to cover her son's eyes. His lips finally released mine and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I began to push the cart again, him walking beside me.

He smiled and reached into the cart, pulling out a box of Shake and Bake, "How 'bout you chuck this and I make you dinner tonight?" He asked smiling, "And every night…"

I laughed and elbowed him in the gut, changing the subject, "So, what's that movie you're starring in?"

"I don't know its some newcomer film called The Wedding Date, I have no clue what it's even about let alone who's writing it."

I grinned and looked up at him, "Well actually, funny story…"

A/N: Okay, now it's over. I was actually planning on posting this later but I'm not going to be near computer for the weekend.

Haha, thank you to Shay Bo Bay for telling me about The Wedding Date. It caught my attention so much that i had to use it, I think I've placed it in nicely. Onto my other stories now. Then I'm off to the home for retired fanfic writers.

To answer everyone's burning question as to why I'm stopping writing here, well there are a could of reasons. First, I need to concentrate on school. Second, the show's over. Third, I wan't to start writing scripts again, those after all are my first love.

Well, ttfn, ta-ta for now...

Magisterquinn (if you can tell me what my name means, then I'll consider writing a epilogue)