A/N: Sooooooo Sorry I haven't updated u.u you guys must really hate me by now... I'm sorry. Well, this is the last chapter of this fanfic, I was unsure about what to do but, here it is. I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: Not mine...

Something is not right; something's definitely wrong… I don't understand what's gotten into Diana for her to be acting like this. I mean, I know I'm not her favorite person in the world, but she had never been like this with me, not even the times I deserved it. Hell! What am I saying; she has never been like this to anyone. She is always so sweet and that's why I hate her so much… that's why I love her…

"So, what is it?" she asks, dragging me back to reality while she looks around my house, looking desperate to leave… maybe she is. Maybe I should tell her that it isn't necessary for her to be here now, although it would be a stupid thing to say. It was me who told her to meet me here after all, wasn't I? Right. But there she is again, almost forcing me to tell her, like it's not important. Well, clearly it's not important to her; she doesn't understand.

"It's…ugh…Could you just give me a minute to put my thoughts in place?" I try to tell her so it gives me some time to figure out what to do next, but this situation is even worse than I had anticipated. Sure, I thought she would most likely reject me, but this? I never anticipated this.

"Alright, but hurry up. I take no pleasure in being here with you, you know?" she says, venom in her words, and it's like she is trying to hurt me on purpose. Her words are like a knife in my chest; I feel like I can't breathe. Maybe she really hates me; maybe she wants to humiliate me for daring to kiss her. Nicely done, Faye, you always do wonders with your decisions. I should have known that kissing her like that was wrong. She is mad at me now.

"This is all Melissa's fault," I mutter. After all, none of this would be happening if my friend wouldn't have texted Diana to meet me here. This was a stupid idea.

"What about Melissa? Come on, Faye, you are you. Don't blame her; it's you who are playing a twisted game with me. Why don't you just…" I don't let her finish. I figure she would just rant about how evil I am, and she really doesn't care about my feelings because, of course, I don't have any, right?

"Shush. Just shut up, would you? I don't know if you know, princess, but there are other people in the world that have feelings so listen to me. I'm not playing any game, so shut it, and let me, alright?" I try for the last time; this hurts… it hurts so much…

"Alright, sure, go ahead, Faye. That's why I'm here," she says, half-laughing at me; staring at me like she's proud of herself, happy about the way she is acting. I'm not going to allow that. She can be mean if she wants to, she can hate me, but I can't let her make fun of my feelings. I'm done with this.

"I don't understand what you're playing at, Diana. Why do you show up like this? I'm really trying here. It's hard enough having to say some things and you just show yourself like you hate me or something. Cruelty does not suit you, you know? So I don't even know anymore, and if you're going to be like that, I don't think I want to tell you. Sorry for wasting your time, you may go…" I half-command her to leave because I know I won't be able to handle this for long; a single tear is rolling down my cheek, and I don't want her to see me cry because of her. She doesn't deserve it. A few moments go by and I avoid her eyes. I don't want to see her face; I don't want to know she is still laughing at how weak I can be sometimes.

"Faye, I…" she starts but I stop her. I'm not letting her continue with this.

"Look, you don't need to say anything; just leave. You can think whatever you want about this, about me, because clearly you had made up your mind even before you came, just as always. I'm never gonna be good enough, right? For you, I'm just 'Faye the twisted one'. Diana, go. Please, leave," I tell her. I don't understand why she is still here; she clearly stated how much she hated being close to me.

She gets up and starts walking to the door, really slowly, and maybe she has some insult ready for this situation.

"I'm sorry, Faye, I was a jerk to you today. I was just scared," she says with sad eyes, like she meant those last words she said. I don't really want her to go, but she can't stay, not when she's being like that. Tears keep rolling down my face, and I hate it. I hate feeling this vulnerable. It ruins everything; I could have kept on being my usual self, but Diana had to mess everything up. This is all her fault. I look at her and there she is, staring at me with a hand on the door knob.

"The hell with it," she says and starts walking towards me, determination on her face. I really don't understand what's going on.

"Diana..? What do you think you're…?" I start, but she stops me.

"Ugh, just shut up, Faye," she says, smiling. Why is she smiling now? Then suddenly, she leans in and kisses me. She is kissing me, Diana is kissing me. I really love her lips. I can't think straight anymore. It's like a balm to any worry I had before. Well, this is more like it, Meade, I think to myself, while I kiss her back. Her lips are so soft; I need to claim them for myself, I need to know this isn't just a one-time thing. Then I just stop. Pulling away from her, a smirk on my face upon seeing how flushed she is. An idea just hit me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Meade?" I ask her. I can't just let her win like that, can I?

"What? I was just…" she trails off, clearly confused, which makes me chuckle.

"Just what, tell me, Diana. You think you can just come here, treat me like crap, and then kiss me and it's all alright? What do you think I am, princess?" I demand while I stare directly into her eyes, looking upset. First thing first, I need an answer.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry, Faye. It was all my fault, I thought you were making fun of me and I…" she starts saying, and I can see she is really sorry, and I almost understand why she didn't believe me. After all, I don't have the best reputation, I know that, but that's just half the story, isn't it?

"It really was… your fault, Diana," I say as I get closer to her, gently pushing her towards the wall.

She opens up her eyes, panic written in them. "Faye..?" she says my name; she has no idea what I'm about to do.

I take both of her wrists in my hands, placing them to either side of her head, making it impossible for her to move. Next thing, I lean in, feeling more confident than ever, and whisper softly in her ear.

"…and now you have to make it up to me…" I say, a smirk on my face while I get closer and closer to her face. I can sense the smell of her perfume and it's driving me insane. I'm not sure I'll be able to keep on what I'm doing anymore.

I start kissing her face, really slowly, tasting her skin, coming all the way down her lips, but instead of just kissing her I keep going down her neck, sucking and biting. Her skin is so smooth it makes me want to discover more. That's what I'm thinking when I listen to her, a soft moan escaping her lips and it distracts me. I stop what I'm doing to contemplate her; her eyes are closed and she is blushing like mad. I smile to myself, I think that was enough, so I return to her ear.

"You will have to make it up to me…" I repeat as I pull away to stare right into her eyes. "Right now and every day after that," I state.

She stares at me in confusion, unable to understand what I am trying to say, so she asks, "What do you mean, Faye"

"Aren't you slow, princess?" I say jokingly, laughing a little as I let go of her wrists and cup her cheek.

She blushes even more, if that's possible, looking cuter than ever, and stares at her feet. Then I act exasperated and lift her chin up, smiling at her.

"What I mean is, Diana Meade… Wouldn't you happen, by any chance, want to become my girlfriend?" I say, feeling my cheeks burn. I didn't expect that, but well, I guess it's a secondary effect of saying what I just did.

A few seconds go by and she frowns, and for a moment I freeze, thinking she may reject me, but then she smiles and runs her fingers through my hair and kisses me intently.

"Well, you know, Faye Chamberlain, as a matter a fact, I actually would," she says, a wide grin on her face. "What a coincidence, don't you think?" she states while she put her arms around my neck and I lean in and kiss her once again. This time is much deeper, full of feelings; this time we both want it, we both know what it means. It goes on so long that it makes me dizzy.

"You know what, Diana? I think you should start making it up to me right now, you know?" I say raising a brow, hoping she gets what I'm trying to say.

"I was actually kind of thinking about the same thing. What do you say if we go upstairs? For some reason I really want to see your bedroom now," she says with a mischievous grin that makes everything around me spin.

"I think it is a perfect idea, beautiful, right behind you," I reply as I bow to show her the way to my room. And for some reason I can't help but think that this turned out even better than I expected in the end. After all, she has just invited me to her world, and I'm not planning on going everywhere, not now…not ever.

A/N: So? tell me what you think about it n.n

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