Okay!! So, I officially feel like crying. This is the last chapter and I'm sad that I'm done with writing it. I'll try to make it extra long for you guys to enjoy. I'll definitely put in a little scene -wink wink- It's nearly 3 am and this is time that I am most inspired, so I hope this inspiration doesn't go to waste and I hope you guys love this chapter! I really love you guys! Read on -snif snif- for the last time of this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek or Romeo and Juliet.

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Everything in the play was going great. We had made the audience laugh, cry, gasp. I was totally amazed by my performance and everyone else's performance. I just wanted to clap and dance around because we were doing so great. But, of course, I couldn't exactly do that at the moment. I was a little tied up in a scene. The last scene to be exact. Yeah, we made it that far. And the other kisses before went smoothly. We amazingly didn't get carried away or anything.

And now Derek (Romeo, of course) had just 'killed' Tinker (Tinker amazingly got the role of Paris and he played the part very well). I would be out soon for our final kiss and our deaths. That sounded absolutely lovely, huh? 'Our final kiss and our deaths', great.

It would work out perfectly and we would be applauded, handed roses, asked to star in a new Romeo and Juliet movie. I could see it all happening right now. Well, maybe the staring in a new Romeo and Juliet movie is a little over the top. Okay, so it was way, way, way of the top, but everything else could happen, right? Right.

Well, I was lying on my 'bed' that was inside my 'tomb'. Derek hovered over me, looking as perfect as he always did, and spoke some of Romeo's last lines, "And, lips, O you, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, a dateless bargaining to engrossing death."

Derek leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I know it wasn't suppose to be a big, long kiss or anything you'd see in...I don't know, Sixteen Candles or Pretty in Pink, but something came over then, I'm not sure what, but it took over, like, well, like something that takes over things really fast.

I reached out and gripped his head, wanting it to stay right where it currently was and I deepened the kiss. I heard far off gasps that must have came from the audience. Derek grabbed at my hips and clothing and climbed on top of me on the 'bed'.

I was surprised that this makeshift bed could handle our combined weight. I was waiting for the moment it would break and Derek and I would come crashing down onto the nice wood floors of the stage.

We continued kissing and there was silence all around us. I'm guessing that we traumitized everyone in the audience. I wouldn't be surprised if people had to be rushed to the hospital because of so much shock. I know, big change, big change.

Fighting one day, kissing in janitor's closet the next, then yelling our feelings to each other later that same day, then start making out on the makeshift bed in the middle of the Romeo and Juliet play. Oh, the love-hate relationship that we share. Lots of hate, lots of love. Most people just see the hate, I think.

Fortunately, the bed didn't break underneath us, but Derek and I rolled off of the bed and on the stage floor in front of the bed, kissing for the whole audience to see and gasp. This must have been better than the play. To me, it sure was better than the play. But, that's just me.

We struggled to pin each other down, rolling over each attempt, continuing with our rapid kissing. We kissed and rolled and rolled and kissed. We ended up rolling and kissing our way right off the stage completely and onto the hard, cold, linoleum floor of the auditorium.

This made us pull apart from each other, panting rapidly from the heavy, heated kissing we just exchanged. We stared at each other for quite some time. Then, hearing Emily shout, "I knew it!" we jumped up and pulled away as fast as we could, looking at the stunned audience sheepishly, a blush flushing my face and probably flushing Derek's face as well.

I looked over at where our family was sitting. George's eyes and mouth were wide open. I think I could see his tonsils. Nora had her hands covering her face partially, shaking her head. Edwin and Lizzie both had there eyebrows raised and were smirking. Marti had a look of joy plastered to her adorable, little face.

From my right, I could hear Sam lean over to Ralph and say, "Told ya so. That's 15 bucks. Cough it up."

Mrs. Joanna came out from the side of the stage dramatically. She wailed, "My play! It's ruined! My play is ruined! Oh, no!" She sobbed and continued repeating those words. Soon, I couldn't even figure out if she was saying the same thing; her sobbing had caused a disturbance in the words, jumbling them all up.

About half of the people in the audience who were students had their mouths wide open in shock. The other half, however, looked at us as if they had suspected it. Which, with hearing the news of the janitor's closet, they probably did have suspicions still, even if the questioning did stop.

Derek and I glanced at each other and quickly back to the crowd. So, whether we liked it or not, people knew. Man, did people know, now. I shifted from one foot to the other nervously, trying to drown out the whispering and Mrs. Joanna's constant wailing.

Some random person in the audience stood up and started clapping rather loudly, a big smile planted on her face. She looked like she was in tears or about to be in tears, anyways. A few people turned towards the person like she was crazy, while a few other people smiled, stood up, and joined in the clapping.

My eyebrows pulled together. Why were they clapping? We had just totally ruined the whole entire play and I don't think this would be something that people could just forget about. I can imagine what high school reunions were going to be like.

"So, Casey, I remember that play that Derek and you totally screwed up. Are you guys still together?" Some random person would say and I would just nod, smiling, then answer in whatever way.

Then, another random person would say to me, "Man, I laugh everytime I remember screwed up moments from high school. I immediately think of what happened at the play between you and Derek. By the way, are you two still dating?" I can imagine that happening in 10 years from now. It will happen, I bet.

Soon enough, nearly everyone in the auditorium was up on their feet, clapping and smiling their pretty, little heads off. These people included my family and friends. I was so shocked. What is going on?

Mrs. Joanna stopped her blubbering and took on the same confused look as Derek and I. Derek and I glanced over at each other and he shrugged at me, turning back to the crowd. I did the same. Odd people these days.

Mrs. Joanna called us on stage and each other cast members came out. She instructed us to bow and we did, smiling confusedly at the still clapping, still smiling audience. Maybe everyone's just gone a little nuts.

The curtain was pulled and it covered us. We stepped away and several people looked at Derek and I with raised eyebrows, shaking their heads slightly. I flushed once again and rubbed my arms, trying to get my hairs to stop standing on end.

Mrs. Joanna congradulated us awkwardly and then said goodbye to us, signally us to get the heck out of there. Derek and I walked relunctantly to the family, staring at the ground the entire way. Once, we reached them, their eyebrows shot up at us questioningly.

I avoided everyone's eyes, looking at every little thing except them. I looked up in surprise when they all burst out laughing, doubling over slightly and shaking their heads at us. I looked at them in confusion.

Yeah, they've lost it. They've officially lost it. They turned around and started heading outside to, what I guessed, the car. I looked Derek who just shrugged, obviously just as confused as I was. We followed them out and saw they were heading to the car.

We piled into the car, Derek and I still shooting confused expression to everyone in the car. They were all still chuckling a bit. I noticed that George looked in the rear view mirror several times, glancing between Derek and I several times before turning back to the road, waiting about 2 minutes, and then repeating the cycle.

Derek took my hand in his about halfway home and I shot him terrified looks. He just shrugged at me in a 'what the heck, it clearly doesn't matter anymore' kind of way. I smiled a little and noticed that George was now staring at our joined hands through the rear view mirror.

We reached the house and headed inside, hanging our coats on the rack and awkwardly going and sitting on the couch. We sat in silence for several minutes. Nora and George put up the other kids and came back to where we were.

"So," Derek said awkwardly.

"How about we never speak about it, okay? Just pretend that it's completely and utterly normal to us?" Nora said, smiling a litte. We all nodded furiously.

"Okay, well, umm, you guys did great with the play. Umm, good night," George said, still feeling awkward, and pulled Nora with him to their basement bedroom. Derek and I sat there for a couple minutes before heading upstairs and to our rooms.

I followed Derek inside his room, closing the door behind me. Derek turned and faced me, smirking. Oh, gosh, what now?

"I believe you owe me a hundred dollars," He said and I huffed in return. I stood there staring at him and then a smirk crept onto my face.

"Actually, the deal was if you could make it all the way through the play. Seeing that we didn't, you lose. You owe me a hundred dollars," I said, my smirk growing bigger on my face. His smirked dropped and he moaned.

"Do I have to pay you a hundred dollars?" He whined.

"No, but that doesn't mean you get out of this with doing nothing."

"What do I have to do?" He asked, looking a little down.

"What do you think? Kiss me, you fool!" I said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards me, my lips immediately crashing into his. He pulled me close to him by circling his arms around my waist. My hands moved from his shirt to his neck.

Derek backed up slowly and sat on his bed, me sitting comfortably on top of him, deepening the kiss. I pulled away abruptly, smiling down at him. He looked up at me in a half sad, half confused sort of way.

"Why'd you stop?" He asked as I got off of him.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," I smirked. "Besides, it's getting late."

"Oh," He said, looking a little disappointed. I leaned down and kissed him quickly on the lips and turned away, heading towards his door. I pulled the door open and stopped, turning to him, smiling.

"Good night, you fool," I said.

"Good night, Spacey," He said.

"It's Casey."

"Right."

I turned and left, closing the door behind me. I sighed once I was outside and leaned against the door. Wasn't he just so perfect? Even if he did call me Spacey.

Suddenly, the door opened from behind me and I fell against the person who had opened the door: Derek. I looked up and saw him staring down at me, looking confused as I was still there.

"Why are you still here?" He asked me.

"Why aren't you going to sleep?" I asked, confused.

"I need to use the bathroom."

"Oh, well, good night," I said, kissing him on the cheek and walking to my bedroom.

"Good night, Casey," He said, smiling. I smiled back at him before I walked into my bedroom, collapsed on my bed, and stared at my ceiling.

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Well, I'm terrible with endings, but I tried my best. And I know it's not as long as I really wanted it to be, but I can't seem to make it any longer without it being really, really boring. I'm so glad everyone liked this story so much. Please review your thoughts on this chapter! Thank you so much!