AN: Thank you all for following this story till the very end. Anyone who reviewed, alerted, and followed this story are amazing people. I would like to thank the people who reviewed yesterday and today and the people who have yet to review. As promised here is a HammerTime bonus chapter. You can choose to ignore this ending as the last chapter's ending is just fine or you can choose this ending if you enjoy it. It's sorta like a choose your won adventure in a way. Again, thank you to all you people on fanfiction and I hope you decide to spread this story around.

Under the Bed

Hours after the giant group hug that had ended with a certain Dave being almost suffocated, every one of the friends had parted ways from the Strider apartment. All except a certain Rose Lalonde.

She had made the smart excuse that she had left her jacket in Dave's room which was actually true. She had left it on purpose though as she needed to get beck into his room.

She gingerly opened the door and closed it slightly behind her as she walked in. She quickly made her way to the purple jacket on the floor but didn't leave once it was in her hand. Instead, she got on her knees in front of the bed and pulled out one lone paper.

It looked old and dirty. There where grey dirt smudges here and there and dust seemed to cling to it. Rose briefly wondered if he had wrote this in the medium but dismiss the idea since it was unimportant if he did so.

She stood up and quickly began to read the paper but without saying anything out loud…

"Red and Blue

My eyes are red,
Your eyes are blue,
I know I love youbecause you love me too.

Prospit is yellow,
Derse is purple,
Why don't we becomegod tiered together?

You are the Breath,
I am the Time,
I'll hold you closeand tell you you're fine.

You have the wind,
I have the paradoxes,
If anything goes wrongI'll have the fixes.

You are the Heir,
I am the Knight,
I'll help you throughall your hard times.

You are the shade,
I am the heat,
Let's stick togetherso we won't be beat.

You have a hammer,
I have a sword,
No one but uswill have the last word.

You have your movies,
I have my irony,
Seeing your facemakes me very happy.

You have your smile,
I have my cool,
With those I knowwe'll make it through school.

My eyes are red,
Your eyes are blue,
I know I love youbecause you love me too."

Rose smirked as she finished reading the paper. He knew that there was something between her two friends but she hadn't quite known till now. By the way John acted she could guess that Dave hadn't told him anything about this poem let alone told him about his feelings.

Maybe she could change that? Rose was about to pocket the letter when her blonde brother opened the door.

"Rose, what are you doing with that," Dave asked. His shades were off so Rose could clearly see his candy red eyes. They had always captivated her by their color. Rose briefly wondered if John knew about their shade.

Dave seemed to always wear his shades when around his friends. He didn't seem to wear them when he was around her or Dirk though and Rose couldn't figure out why.

"I was merely reading this last poem." Rose said this with no expression and no tone making her seem just as calm as Dave. Over the years getting to know Dave, Rose had picked up the strange ability to seem emotionless when you really weren't. Dave held out his hand presumably to wanting Rose to hand the paper over.

"That's not for you Rose. Hand it over. No one, not even John, was meant to see that letter." Dave was giving her a stern stare and Rose gave one back. His eyes were narrowed as if he dared for her to take it anyway and show it to someone else.

"Alright Dave, I won't tell anyone about this but if I may, you should tell him someday. You can't possibly know his feelings till he knows yours." With that Rose gave him the poem and stood up. He steeped to the side, allowing Rose to exit the room and then soon leave through the apartment door.

Dave looked calculatingly at the poem before he walked over to his computer. He promptly opened Pesterchum to see that John was online before he clicked his friend's handle. Un-folding the letter he began to type the word he had written both long and not so long ago.

By the end of the night two teens had figured out something they should have know a long time ago. That night two boys fell in love after years of waiting.

The End