The end *gasp!*

And the sequel is all planned; I even bought a special notebook in which to write it!

Thanks so much for reviews and such, and enjoy this last breath of The Broadway Channel!

THREE MONTHS LATER

Rachel hadn't realised before, but she loved not being in the papers. In the aftermath of her affair with Puck she had been in the Times at least four times a week, be it to criticise her fashion sense, compare her to another celebrity "love rat" or get some doctor in to analyse how her behaviour was a classic cry for attention (it wasn't.) Either way, it was never fun (she didn't really know why she kept reading it). However, consistently during the past fortnight, there had been no mention of her, or her "troubles with commitment." Finally, her mistake was old news!

So when she had gone shopping that day for a treat to congratulate herself on finishing her run in First Love, she had only been stopped twice. The first time was on purpose, when a couple of sweet teenage girls had asked for a photo. And the second – well...

She was in a department store, looking for a new makeup bag, when a huge crowd of screaming teenagers had scrambled past, knocking someone into her from behind, causing her to drop the product she was holding.

'Shit, sorry,' he muttered, bending down and retrieving it for her.

Rachel had sworn off men after what had happened, and her relationship with Lucas had fallen apart after a few strained meetings (with his mother present, which had not helped matters), so she certainly was not about to go checking out strangers in store. But it had been a while since a man had shown an ounce of chivalry towards her, so she let herself giggle a little. The trilby hat the guy was wearing obscured her view as he bent down, but if his face was as nice as his voice...

'Fucking teens...' He drifted off as he stood up and handed her the bag, and his eyes met hers. 'H-Hey,' he said softly.

'Hey, stranger,' she blushed, biting her lip as Puck held her glance. 'How are you?'

'I'm... yeah. Cool, fine.' He cleared his throat. 'You?'

'I'm good.' She nodded. They stood still for a moment, both knowing what the other was thinking, but neither willing to say it. It had been three months since the day they had last seen each other, when they had lost their respective other halves and had just sat in each other's arms in silence, all night, watching their coffees go cold in front of them. After that, Rachel would be lying if she said she never thought about him, but still somehow she'd kept herself from contacting him.

'Let's do this right,' he said finally. 'Turn around.' She did so. He tapped her on the shoulder. 'Excuse me?' She turned back, confused, to see him smiling at her, holding his hat against his chest. 'I'm Noah. I'm 24. I'm very single. Recently I made a mistake with a girl that led to heartbreak in all kinds of ways but now after sorting my head out I've realised that what I really want...' he nodded towards her. 'Is right in front of me.' Rachel smiled, blushing.

'Hi. I'm Rachel. I'm 23, and I'm definitely single. The aftershocks of my mistake are all gone now, and I think I might be ready to take on a new relationship one step at a time. As long as,' she took a deep breath in. 'As long as you're stepping with me.'

'Rachel, would you like to go for a drink with me later?'

'Noah, that sounds perfect.'

Shit, predictable ending.

But there's a sequel so it doesn't matter!

The sequel, "Boo from Monsters Inc." Will deal with repercussions from both their old relationships, and growing closer to each other. And I'll see if I can write Scarlett's mum in, since she seemed to be a readers' favourite!

Lovelovelove

Jeanie

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