Author's Note: Sorry it took longer than expected for this chapter. It's not my fault! I had it all written and then I gave it to my loverly editor and she told me that it needed to be... well, spiced up five notches haha. So I tried to deliver that, but you have to let me know if I succeeded or not as I'm inexperienced in this sort of writing. For my more innocent readers, stay away from this chapter and just be happy knowing what you know thus far. I think this might warrant an M rating, but as of now I'm keeping it. If I get back up on changing the rating, it'll be done. I know this is pretty short, but I thought it got everything across pretty well. This is the last chapter of this story and the end of the whole You Again?/You? series, though Serena/Darien are featured some in Mina's story Unwritten. Sooo with no further ado: Read, rant, review!

Previously on You?

In case you've forgotten because fall3nros3s (ie my AWESOME, dumpster diving editor) informed me that she did when she started reading this... what you need to know about the previous chapter is that Darien's side of the second day meeting revealed that he likes calling Serena Meatball Head so that she'd turn all red and he'd imagine pervy things lol. Remember that and you're good to go. Now for realz... Read, rant, review!

You?

Present Day - Back to Serena's POV

"THAT'S what you were thinking when we first met?" I asked incredulously as I got out of Darien's hold once he'd finish his side of the story. I sat up more fully on the bed, glaring down at him. I smacked his head just for emphasis.

"Hey! You can't fault me. I was a teenage boy!" He didn't seem repentant as his smile hadn't been displaced at all and he lightly rubbed his head where I'd hit him as though it was merely a tickle.

"Wow. THAT's your excuse? Really, Darien? Boys will be boys? What a stupid boy." I crossed my arms. Of course I wasn't really mad, but somehow we always end up in these tiffs when we're not really upset. I guess our dynamic will just never change. Not that I mind.

"You love this stupid boy." He replied with a wicked smile while raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Uhhuh." I replied nonchalantly as I got up.

"What? You're leaving?" He asked incredulously as he sat up too.

"Yes; I'm starting to rethink how I could've married such a stupid, pervy boy." I was almost laughing, but tried to contain it. His face had turned so pouty. An instant later there was a new glimmer in it.

"Fine, be a meatball head. Like usual." He said it so nonchalantly but I could see that wicked gleam in his eyes. It was so easy for me to recognize now; I can't believe I thought it was from mockery once-upon-a-time. Nope, he's just a stupid, horny boy deep down. With this in mind as well as my knowledge of his reasoning for calling me "Meatball Head", I just smiled in return.

"You know, there's an easier way to get the result you're looking for now."

His smile quirked up at that as he crawled to the end of the bed where I stood cross-armed. He didn't make a move at all - just looked at me with an upturned brow.

"Is there now?" He asked, still just kneeling there in front of me.

"Mhmm," I replied nonchalantly, still standing in my position.

"And what might that be?" He was going for innocent with that remark. The funniest part is that he can actually pull that off. He'd make a great actor.

"You'll just have to figure that one out for yourself." I answered nearly letting out the repressed laugh I held for his pouty expression.

"But I'm a stupid boy. You can't expect me to figure this out on my own!" He pouted again, more pathetic than ever.

"I think you have some idea."

"Not a clue," he shot back quickly with innocent doe eyes.

"Oh, well, never-mind then," I replied shrugging nonchalantly. It was getting even harder to contain the laugh. The look on his face….

"What? No! Don't never-mind me," He said and I squealed in surprise as he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down on the bed then rolled us over so that I was lying precariously beneath his hovering body.

"If you don't know, I can't help you," I managed to get out as one small giggle escapes because of his ticklish breath fanning my face.

"No, no! Help me!" Then he smirked, "You know you want to." He gave a quick wink that made my smile even more foolishly wide and with that let himself drop more fully against me so that I could feel every incredibly hard contour of his body. I couldn't control the moan that escaped when he nipped my lip at the same time as he pushed himself against me in the lightest, most teasing grind. My eyes definitely just rolled to the back of my head, but he's not winning this one.

"Maybe, maybe not." My voice was strangled and it took all of my effort to smile mischievously instead of just groan at the persistent action of his hips. "But as the best wife in the world I'll give you a clue." At the same time as I let my hips rise off the bed to meet his own I leaned toward the small inch separating our lips, but at the last second turned to nibble lightly on his ear. I felt him shudder slightly at the touch. When I let my lips trail down to the hollow of his neck as I bucked desperately beneath him again he let out a moan. Point one for the Meatball Head! I smiled and brought our eyes back to equal level, though it was getting increasingly hard to keep my eyes open.

"I love my wife," he muttered and was about to swoop down… But before he could do anything more I let go of the laughter I'd contained earlier. I couldn't help it. I don't know why but this man is so ridiculously funny to me.

"You really are a Meatball Head… This isn't supposed to be funny!" He said, pulling back from the kiss to give me a mock-glare.

"But it is." I replied from beneath him, still laughing. He rolled his eyes at me but I could tell he didn't mind. He was just smiling.

"Fine then. I'll just have to shut you up myself." He barely mumbled this before leaning down and capturing my lips so that they were too busy to laugh. He took full advantage of my laugh as he invaded my mouth immediately with his tongue, leaving me utterly breathless. And all humor fled my body as he began to run his hands over my figure, stopping to trace my breasts over my thin tank-top with a feather-light touch. All my gasps were merely drowned into Darien's mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting one hand grasp his hair roughly to bring him closer if at all possible, and relaxed into his hold, no longer laughing but infinitely more amused. This is definitely a point for Jerk Extraordinaire, possibly more. When he came up briefly for air I was smiling like a fool, but I couldn't find the breath to speak my thoughts.

"What?" He asked only mildly curious as he trailed a path of butterfly kisses down my neck while his hands wandered beneath my tank top. I let out a small gasp as he barely brushed the underside of my breasts, making me lose my train of thought and shudder. "You were saying?" He asked again smirking from his position which was getting dangerously close to where his hands were still teasing.

"I was just thinking," I began, and as hard as I tried a moan escaped me as his mouth was now right between my breasts and inching closer and closer to its goal, but I managed to preserver. "If you weren't such an idiot you might've gotten the results you were looking for in this better way over a decade ago." He brought his face back up to eye level for a second, looking deep in thought. I nearly cried in protestation, wanting to bring him back to his previous ministrations.

"Yup, you're right. I am an incredibly stupid boy." I laughed at his comment and pushed him off, not able to handle his teasing anymore. Before he could complain I was straddling his hips and made quick work of discarding his shirt, pushing it up over his head and tossing it carelessly. And even though it wasn't the first time, my mind reeled at the sight of his toned chest barred for me to see and touch. If his mischievous grin is anything to go by, he doesn't mind my mute fascination. With lidded eyes I took my time to feel every contour of the body I already had memorized, trailing my fingers down until I reached the hem of his pants. I let my fingers graze there for a bit, enjoying his sharp intact of breath at my light touches. Shaking my head slightly, I tried to regain some focus.

"That's good you found such a forgiving Meatball Head like me to put up with you then," I said grinding into him for emphasis and letting out a cry as he deliberately, roughly pushed up against me in the most frustratingly amazing way. Using all my effort, as my muscles had turned to mush, I lifted up both my shirt and bra off and threw them overhead. He thrust forward again, letting out a strangled curse... Oh my God. I opened my eyes just slightly and saw his eyes darkened as he let out another strangled groan from frustration and pleasure. With a feral growl, he quickly wrapped his legs around my waist and pushed me back under him. Who's getting points here? Oh, hell. All I care about is that somehow in under a minute both of us didn't have a stitch of clothing on and I could barely breathe from anticipation. How he managed that I'll never fully understand.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, going in for the kill.

And the last coherent thought before my brain turned to complete, lusty mush was: And so the Meatball Head and her Stupid, Jerk Extraordinaire lived happily ever after.

Oh yeah.