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HERE WE GO, THE LAST EVER CHAPTER OF THE FIVE RULES OF BEING PSYCHIC: The Epilogue: Happily Ever After

Inspired by: What Boys Want by Surfergurl14

The Five Rules of Being Psychic

Rule Five: UNKNOWN

Epilogue: Happily Ever After

Ten Years Later…

"Hold still, will you?" May reached over to straighten her husband, Drew's, tie.

"No," Drew ducked out of May's grasp, dodging her as he scrambled to loosen the tie.

"Drew, you'll look stupid if you don't have a nice tie!"

"I'll look fine!" Drew protested, moving to the other side of the bed to space himself away from his wife.

"No, you won't!" May yelled, readying herself to climb over the bed any second, "You will be morbidly underdressed!"

Drew shot her a cocky smile, "I didn't know you knew such big words, sweetie."

May, in heels and a rather short dress, jumped on the bed, crawling to attack her cocky husband. Drew ran to the other side. Sensing this, May crawled to the middle of the bed. "You have no where to run, Drew." She hissed.

"Uhm, yes I do." Drew smiled at her, "Out the door!"

"Don't you dare!" May jumped off the bed just a second too late, and Drew had already gotten out the door and was now holding it shut. May banged on the door, yelling loud, rude terms at him.

"That's not very ladylike!" Drew's mocking tone slipped through the door. The voice only made May angrier.

"Screw you, Drew Hayden!"

"Well, May Hayden, you have."

He had her there. May stood on the other side of the door, her mouth opening and closing like a fish as she tried to think of a good comeback. Drew's laugh sounded, making May only feel angrier.

"This is no way to act on our anniversary!" May finally retorted, sliding down to sit with her back resting on the door.

"It's not our anniversary," said Drew, sounding a bit frightened. He had only made that mistake once, missing their anniversary. And what a horrible mistake that had been. He wasn't allowed back in the house for a whole week, and he wasted almost all of his paycheck on buying 'please forgive me' roses. It had taken May a whole month to speak to him again, even after she let him back in the house (though Drew was still trying to decide whether the silence was a blessing or a curse).

"But it is!" May replied, "Well, not our anniversary, per say. But the tenth anniversary of when we all got together! You know, we always celebrate it."

"Oh, right." Drew wondered how he had forgotten. The eight of them always got together once a year to celebrate the day that they were finally all together and happy and all secrets had been set free. They usually met at a nice restaurant – ergo, the tie – and at dinner and had laughs and were all-around happy.

The friends met up more than just once a year, but this was the big occasion. The big day. Drew suddenly felt like pig and opened the door, allowing May to get up and straighten his tie.

"Sorry about that…" Drew watched the floor as May fixed his tie, "I forgot."

May kissed him, pulling his tie so he had no choice but to lean in and kiss her. "I love you," She whispered, "You got that?"

Drew smirked, pulling away, "I got that."

Dawn was talking loudly on her phone when May and Drew arrived. Paul was behind her, looking annoyed. The scene made May smile, like nothing had changed.

"Mommy loves you, honey. We'll be home soon … Yes, yes. I know ... Well, you have got to stop bothering Mia! You can't call us every time we go out! Mia is a lot of fun! You know how much fun you have with Mia ... Tell you what, you can have a soda. Just one! Tell Mia you can only have one! ...Yes, and you can watch The Little Corsula… Yes, you can have popcorn. But only one soda, you hear me?"

"You're giving into her?" Paul asked from behind Dawn.

"Shh!" Dawn waved Paul away, pressing the phone harder to her ear. "Yes, tell your brother. Okay, Mommy's got to go. I love you, Erin. Tell Lea and Damien I love them too! …Yes, I'll stop in and give you all kisses when I get home. Daddy loves you too! Night!" Looking confident, Dawn hung up the phone. "See," she turned to Paul, "Handled with love."

"That was just giving in." Paul grunted back, "You did nothing to handle the situation."

"I did too! I handled it quite well, thank you very much!"

The two began bickering, Dawn repeatedly slapping Paul in the shoulder, as if this would help her prove a point.

May and Drew stood, feeling horribly awkward, staring at the couple. Suddenly, the bickering broke off, and it was made very clear to May why Dawn had gotten pregnant so shortly after her marriage.

When they broke apart, Paul wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders, still looking quite gloomy. Despite the gloom, though, you could see how much they loved each other.

"Oh! You guys are here!" Dawn's face became slightly red, and she slapped Paul in the side, "Did you know? Why didn't you tell me?"

Paul rolled his eyes, and Dawn slipped out of his arms to run over to hug May, squeezing her as hard as she possibly could. "I've missed you so much! Sorry you had to hear that little conversation, Erin was having a fit about Mia, the babysitter, again. I swear, she does this every time! Damien is perfectly fine being home alone…given, he's only two. But Mia's a great babysitter! I don't know why Erin acts up! Oh, sorry." Dawn let go of May's neck, "I'm rambling again."

Dawn and Paul had gotten married first, three years ago, when they were twenty-two. It rained, of course, on their wedding day (Dawn had checked the weather constantly, swearing that if it didn't rain, she would bring in a rain machine). Everyone got soaked, which was why Dawn had written "Bring a chance of clothes! It'll be wet!" on the invitations. Dawn herself had bought two dresses, anticipating the event. Erin and Lea, the twins, were born a year later, with Dawn's hair and Paul's eyes. A year after that, Damien was born, exactly like Paul in both looks and temperament. May was extremely happy to see them; she even braved giving Paul a hug, which wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. Drew and Paul man-hugged and, together, the couples waited for the rest of their friends.

Misty and Ash were next to arrive, Misty with Ash in tow. Surprisingly, they had been second to get married (no one had thought Ash would be able to propose on his own). He shocked everyone – especially Misty – by proposing on Valentine's Day at a nice restaurant and managing to only screw it up by misplacing the ring for all of five minutes, before finding it sitting on the table and slipping it onto Misty's finger. She had been so excited, she literally screamed right in the middle of the busy restaurant. Despite all of this, they had been congratulated by almost everyone in the restaurant and given free dessert (that was Ash's favorite part and probably the only reason he truly remembered the day).

Greetings and hugs were exchanged. May looked at everyone, intermixing, sharing stories and laughs, and felt a pang of nostalgia, for back when they were teenagers. She smiled, embracing the memories as they flooded back to her.

May and Drew had been third to marry, only because Drew wanted to settle down and get a career before he started a family. May worked as a pianist, giving lessons and playing in restaurants or department stores. It was a lovely wedding, May thought. She loved it, and it was the happiest day of her life. She loved him, she really loved him.

Last in line to marry – still not yet engaged – were Leaf and Gary. As they walked through the door, you could tell by Leaf's face that she had just gone through yet another failed attempt at getting Gary to propose.

"Afraid of commitment," She muttered angrily as they walked in the door, obviously not talking to Gary.

"Failure?" Dawn asked, wrapping her arms around Leaf. Leaf nodded briskly and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I swear, he's just an idiot. We're practically already married, living together and all. He's just afraid of commitment. I lost him once, though. I'm not going to lose him again." Out of all their relationships, May knew Leaf and Gary's was the most unstable. There had been many a night when Leaf called up on a four-way conference just to cry about how she really was going to break up with Gary. They never did though. The worst was a six month period in which Gary was kicked out of the apartment he and Leaf shared, and the two didn't talk, period. Until Gary came crawling back on his knees, begging for forgiveness. Leaf gave in, of course, she always did. May knew Leaf couldn't stand to be without him. She loved him that much.

"It'll be alright, hon." Misty sympathized, "He'll propose soon; if he doesn't, I'll send Ash on him."

"We'll send all the boys on him." May agreed, "But, now that we're all here, LET'S EAT!"

Ash heartily agreed with her, pushing past the people in line to state their reservation and get their table, so they would eat sooner.

Misty shook her head at her husband, who was telling the waiter to hurry up and get them to their table.

"He does this everywhere." Misty whispered to May, who laughed, "It's one of his flaws. But, I guess I have to live with him."

"It's your fault for marrying him." May teased back.

"Yeah, I guess it is." Misty shook her head, "But it also means that I don't have to wait very long to get my food."

May laughed, smiling as the waiter gave them their table and menus and then left to hide, surely, or force another waiter to wait on their rambunctious table.

There was a piano, directly in front of their table. A small elderly woman with long, wrinkly fingers placed a delicate melody. May watched her, memorizing her movements and instantly recognizing the song. On the table, her fingers matched the woman's – a habit she had never really gotten rid of.

The food came, and there was talk and laughter and Misty shouting at Ash for talking with his mouth full. Wine was given out, but Misty refused. Everyone looked at her.

"Why not?" Leaf asked, taking a sip from her own cup, "You love wine."

"I'm not drinking alcohol, actually." Misty looked at her friends happily, "I'm pregnant!"

Ash spit out his food, making Misty shriek. "Why the hell did you do that?" She yelled, slapping him, "You've known I was pregnant for as long as I have!"

"Oh," Ash wiped his mouth stupidly, "I forgot."

"He forgot." Misty muttered to herself as the others congratulated her, "He freaking forgot."

Dawn squealed about how she wouldn't be the only one with kids anymore, and started telling horror stories of her pregnancies and how much her back hurt and how it was really all worth it in the end, until Paul said, "Would you shut up, Dawn?" Rather loudly, too.

May loved that Paul hadn't changed one bit (though she wondered how he acted around his kids) and that Dawn still acted the way she would when they were back in high school. She put a piece of meat on her fork and shot it at him, happily.

Instead of retorting, Paul rolled his eyes and went back to his food.

May looked around at all her friends: Dawn and Paul and their food fight, Ash's forgetfulness about his wife's pregnancy, Leaf and Gary and Gary's stubbornness and Leaf's annoyance, and she realized that she never wanted life to change. If this was how everyday could be, bring it on. She could deal with this. She loved this.

She didn't realize the music had stopped until someone tapped the microphone. May looked around the table; everyone else looked pretty confused too. Except for Drew. May did not like the way he was smiling. What was going on?

"Hello, everyone." A man, possibly the owner of the restaurant, smiled at the ground. He was short and balding and rather plump. Everyone looked at him, slightly annoyed for the disturbance. "Sorry to interrupt your dinner, but we have had a special request for tonight. A young man wanted to sing to his wife, I believe. So if that young man could please step forward, thank you."

"Aww," May smiled, turning to Drew, "Isn't that sweet? Some man wants to play for his – where are you going?" Drew was getting out of his seat and heading towards the stage. He kissed May on her head as he walked past her.

"You'll see." He whispered against her hair.

If May's jaw could drop any further, she would be shocked. He husband – her Drew – was going to get up in front of the entire restaurant and sing to her. What. The. Hell.

May wasn't sure whether she should be happy or very, very scared.

Drew grabbed the microphone from the owner, the microphone catching a brief thanks and broadcasting it to the entire restaurant. "Hello, all." Drew ran his hand through his green hair, smiling at the crowd, "I'm Drew Hayden. My beautiful wife, May, is over there."

May's face went bright red.

"Ten years ago, today, she got up on our high school stage and sang to me. I wanted to return the favor, this year, by singing her our wedding song. I love you, May."

The restaurant chorused an "Aww" that made May's face go as bright as her fire truck red dress. She pressed a hand to her mouth to keep from crying. Sweet, she decided, this was so incredibly sweet.

"Don't worry," Drew muttered into the microphone as he settled into the piano bench, "It won't last long. Then you can all go back to enjoying your dinners."

The restaurant laughed, and May smiled, still fighting back tears.

May was still laughing, smiling hugely at him. It was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.

Drew gave her a look, and then sat down at the piano. He stretched his fingers, and the started the first few notes:

"I remember what you wore on the first day. You came into my life and I thought, "Hey, you know, this could be something" Cause everything you do and words you say, you know that it all takes my breath away. And now I'm left with nothing" Drew had a nice voice, but his piano playing skills were lacking. It came out choppy and under rehearsed, but May didn't care. She loved it. Every second of it. She put her hands to her mouth to keep herself from crying, smiling widely at him.

"So maybe it's true, that I can't live without you. And maybe two is better than one. But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life. And you've already got me coming undone. And I'm thinking two is better than one." May was the first one to clap, loudly and violently. She rushed out of her chair at him, practically jumping on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

Glasses and forks met in a wild symphony. May's face got even redder, but Drew kissed her again, and again, and again.

She was crying. She was ruining her makeup. But she didn't care.

"That was…that was the single best thing anyone has ever done for me." May kissed him again, "The single best. You are amazing."

"Eh," Drew shrugged, "I just love you."

I remember every look upon your face. The way you roll your eyes, the way you taste. You make it hard for breathing. 'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away, I think of you and everything's okay. I'm finally now believing.

Everyone could feel it. The way May looked at Drew. The way Drew looked at May. It was love. Real, true, raw love. Everyone – even Paul, if only just a little – was smiling. It was one of those moments that meant everything. The fairytale book endings. Happily ever after, close the book, smile at the paper. It was perfect. This was how it was going to be from now on. This was where it started. Life. May prayed that everyday would be like this. So happy and full of love and joy and bliss. This was how she wanted it to be.

It was one of those moments you read about in fairytales; the one where the beautiful heroine finally gets the guy of her dreams, after all the perils. Love wins. Love always wins. And what Drew and May had, it was love. No doubt about it.

That maybe it's true, that I can't live without you. And maybe two is better than one. But there's so much time, To figure out the rest of my life. And you've already got me coming undone. And I'm thinking two is better than one

"That was seriously the sweetest thing I have ever seen," Leaf said, "I say we toast! We toast to Drew and May and loves that last a lifetime!"

"To all of us!" Gary chimed in.

"To all of us!" The rest of the table repeated, clinking glasses together and sloshing wine and water all over the table.

"Why don't you ever do that for me?" Dawn asked Paul curiously.

"You'll be the death of me, woman, you know that, right?" Paul looked at his wife, "The death of me."

I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"

Maybe it's true, that I can't live without you. Maybe two is better than one. But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life. And you've already got me coming undone.

And I'm thinking, I can't live without you, 'Cause, baby, two is better than one. But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life. But I'll figure it out, when all is said and done. Two is better than one. Two is better than one.

The group ordered desserts, and Ash ate both his and Misty's and asked for seconds for both of them (Misty, being pregnant, now had the stomach the size of Ash's, and was not very happy when Ash had eaten her dessert). May and Drew shared, while Dawn skipped ("I'm dieting!" She told them) and called her kids to make sure they were in bed, and Paul didn't like anything on the menu. Gary and Leaf had kind of gotten over their earlier fight, but not completely. But Gary had the nerve to order for Leaf – which she hated more than anything, even though she only ordered the same thing – and so the stony silence had reappeared.

He was now coaxing her to eat it, even though she had refused simply because he had ordered it.

"Please, Leaf, one bite and it will make it all better."

"I highly doubt that." Leaf had her back turned to Gary, arms crossed.

"Seriously. Leaf, if you don't do this I will have to force feed it to you."

Leaf turned around and glared at him, lifting her spoon and digging it into the ice cream. She patronizingly put the bit in her mouth, and then looked at him, "Happy?"

"Not yet." Gary looked back at her dessert, "And neither are you."

"What are you talking about, you imbecile -" Leaf's soon-to-be rant was suddenly cut off when her eyes trailed back to her dessert. Her eyes grew very wide, and her mouth formed a perfect 'O'.

Confused, the rest of the group leaned in to see what exactly was so shocking about a hot fudge sundae.

Leaf pulled out a shiny, round object form the ice cream. "Oh my Mew!" She shouted, "It's a ring! An engagement ring! Oh, my Mew!" She threw her arms around Gary, unable to put her joy into words.

A huge smile broke out on May's face. She grabbed Drew's arm and got him to look at her, remembering when he had proposed to her. Drew caught her eye, thinking the same thing she had, and kissed her.

May was never, ever, going to get over the feeling she got when Drew kissed her.

"Leaf Green," Gary took the ring from Leaf's hands, and slide onto the floor, "Will you marry me?"

"OH MY MEW, YES! YES! A MILLION TIMES YES!" Leaf let Gary slid the ring onto her finger, and then she kissed him.

Ash called over a waiter, "Do you think we can get a free desert?"

Misty hit him over the head.

May couldn't stop smiling. First Drew and his piano, and now this. This day was perfect.

After the excitement died down, the boys went out to bring the cars around front and the girls were left at the table to chat.

May liked being surrounded by them, her best friends, her sisters.

"Sam and Joey get back from their honeymoon soon." Dawn said absentmindedly, fiddling with her phone as if waiting for a phone call, "Isn't that sweet?"

"Extremely," Misty nodded, taking another sip of her water, "Mew, some days I miss you guys so much."

"Me too," Leaf agreed, admiring her ring, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Remember those rules we made?" May asked, suddenly, as she saw the boys enter the restaurant again, laughing about something. "Back in high school?"

"The Five Rules of Being Psychic!" Leaf cried, "Of course! How could I forget?"

"I still have it!" Dawn smiled, "I made a smaller version, though, and it's on my nightstand. Remember we couldn't think of a fifth rule?"

"Yeah," Misty sighed. Drew pushed Paul over, almost knocking him into a waiter, after Paul had made a comment – probably a rude one – to him.

"Well, I think I finally thought of the fifth rule of being psychic." May smiled.

"Uhm, is it something cheesy? Like, Your friends are always there for you?" Misty gave May a look. May stuck her tongue out at her.

"I got it! It's Life is full of sweet surprises!" Leaf answered, looking at her ring.

"Nah, it's Everyone has a happy ending." Dawn said dreamily, watching Paul narrowly miss a breadstick Gary had thrown at him.

Ash nearly knocked over a waiter and, while trying to apologize, succeeded in the task, causing the poor waitress to spill wine all over the floor. "I can pay for that!" He announced, pulling out a check book.

Drew said something to Paul, which resulted in Paul throwing his head back and laughing hysterically. He looked from Drew to Dawn. And when he looked at her he laughed even harder.

May smiled, watching the boys. Her family, her husband.

She looked at Drew. She looked at everything they went through those ten years ago. She thought about everything they were going to go through, now that she was Mrs. May Hayden. She knew that it was only going to get better. Because they were together. They had each other.

"Well, you're all right." May started, "But I was thinking something else."

"What?" The group asked. May looked at her best friends, her sisters. She took in their smiling faces and she knew: This is what life is about.

"Happily Ever After is right here, right now." May looked up at the lights, smiling "Live it."

END OF PART SIX

This concludes the story of The Five Rules of Being Psychic. I hope you enjoyed the journey.

THE END

AWWW GUYS. It's over. It really is. Over and done. I shall switch the "In-Progress" to "Complete" and my Saturdays are going to be filled with NOTHING. Why, you may ask? Because Doctor Who is over. And now this story is done!

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Songs in this chapter:
- Two is Better Than One (Boys like Girls ft. Taylor Swift)

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