Okay, okay.

I admit it.

I lied.

There is one final part to this story, and I'm afraid it's only short, but the ending of the last chapter just didn't feel right, so I decided: why not do an extremely short epilogue?

So here it is.

The real finale.

Love in a Tent

Chapter Four- Epilogue

Tai's POV

I did feel rather unfair at leaving Matt on his own with Davis' sister, but there was no way in hell I was swapping places. I like to preserve my sanity.

We're nearly back now, and the others are still knocked out on the back seats, Izzy still tapping away on his laptop. Ken Ichijouji's turned up at home, apparently. I bet that's a blessing for his parents, but it's all thanks to those sleeping kids, really.

We wake them up, one at a time, as we drop them off, waiting until they are safely in through their doors before pulling away. Just to be on the safe side, as if we hadn't put them through horrific risk just hours earlier.

We stop at our house last, and Kari pulls herself out, waving her goodbye to TK and shouting her thanks to Matt's dad as she walks up to the front door.

Matt's dad turns round to look at me quizzically, since I'm making no move to go.

"You not getting out, Tai?"

I grin at him.

"Matt said I could wait for him at your house. That's okay, right?"

A little lie, but not an important one. He grins briefly.

"Sure."

We drive off, one last final curve around the city as we drop TK off at his mother's house. We arrive at Matt's eventually, and his dad is in and out again in ten minutes, off back to work, leaving me alone, waiting for Matt. Don't ask me why he trusts me alone in his house, I guess he just does now.

I'm here so often, after all.

I'm left waiting about an hour and a half for Matt, and when I hear a click in the door as the key turns, I jump to my feet and run over to him, hugging him as soon as he comes through the door.

"Hey!"

He looks at me, too tired to understand why I'm in his house, and smiles, obviously accepting the situation.

"Hey to you, too."

He hugs me back, briefly, before wandering over and collapsing onto the sofa. I follow him, sitting on the floor next to it, still smiling. He notices me sitting there, and rolls his eyes.

"Come up here, you idiot. The floor's not as comfy as you'd think, you know?"

I do as he wishes, lying down next to him, and he immediately moulds his body to fit mine, his head resting on my shoulder, his arm draped loosely across my chest. I kiss his head, gently.

"You okay?"

He smiles; his eyes still closed, and nods.

"Uhuh. But if you ever leave me with her again, I'm dumping you."

I grin, and poke him. He groans, and nudges me as I laugh at him.

"You don't mean that."

He opens his eyes then, and looks up at me, a soft smile on his lips.

"You're right. I don't."