A/N: Sadly, this is the last chapter. It's been such a wonderful time, reading all of your lovely reviews and writing all these chapters for you. Thank you so much, guys.

"In my life,
she has burst like the music of angels,
the light of the sun.
And my life seems to stop,
as if something is over.
And something has scarcely begun."

- Les Miserables

Chapter Ten

Avoiding my father wasn't easy, but at times it was because he was beginning to work over his usual scheduled time. Maybe he was avoiding me too. Either way, I know I had let him down. I had thrown all the chances of getting into any good colleges down the toilet with my grades. But is it really my fault that I honestly couldn't focus during the time? At all?

Some things...can't be helped.

Most people, nowadays, don't realize that.

But I find it ironic how just when Carson wakes up from his coma, something goes wrong with his grandmother. I had held Carson an entire night from how scared he was of losing her, regardless of the fact that she doesn't remember him.

I sat there, on his bed beside him, my arms wrapped around him as he just nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. In hopes that it soothed him, I had softly brushed his hair back from his face, even though it kept falling back into place every time.

When morning came, he sat in his bed, staring out the windows of the room that was still new to him. He was still unable to get over the fact that his room had changed along with the size of the bed. But he had constantly thanked me for making sure it was close to how his old room was.

I made breakfast for him. I wasn't much of a cook, but I was so used to making breakfast for myself that I was sure I mastered the arts of some cheddar scrambled eggs and some cinnamon sugar toast. Breakfast in bed was definitely a must-have for that morning.

His mother called to tell him that she'd be at the hospital all day, perhaps all night as well, saying she wanted to be there before and after Carson's grandmother's surgery. That left the house free to Carson and I.

After breakfast, I had ran home to freshen up, change into clean clothes, mumble to my dad that I'd be with Carson, and then I had hurried back to Carson.

I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair, my backpack on my shoulder, filled with some pajamas and beauty products for preparation of needing to stay the night with Carson. I wouldn't dare leave him in the house on his own. He needed company.

Most importantly, he needed his girlfriend.

I was just walking to his bedroom, when the bathroom door opened down the hall, I froze and turned to look at Carson to find him just walking out, water droplets trickling down his body from a hot shower, steam leaving the room, and a towel draped around his waist dangerously low.

My heart began slamming continuously against my chest as my breath caught in my throat. I had never seen Carson topless before.

And let's just say...I wasn't expecting how well the sight was.

He was toned just enough for his lean body-build. But it made him...all the more attractive. Attractive to the point that I found myself blushing hard.

He had froze, a handtowel to the back of his wet hair as his eyes fell on me. He read my face and a small, knowing smile stretched across his lips.

"Uhm..." Awkward. What do I say?

He was chuckling as he walked over to me, passing me as he walked into his bedroom. I was frozen.

He closed the door before me, but he left it open by a crack. I heard him open his drawers, I heard the sound of rustling fabric...

Then the door opened. Carson wore only his pajama pants, which, like his towel, were hanging from his waist dangerously low.

"What?" he asked as I felt him grab my wrist and pull me inside.

"I...uhm..."

"You're flustered." He looked proud.

Then his face turned serious. "Angel...I need to tell you something. And if I make you uncomfortable of any sort, let me know," he said softly.

It was just sunset, shining in his room. He had no lights on, but there was a small need for his nightstand's lamp to be turned on for how dark it was.

I could still see everything, though.

And maybe that was what terrified me after what Carson said next.

"I want you."

For a moment, I was paralyzed by shock. He wanted me. He wanted me. Like that. And to know that someone, even Carson, wanted me like that, I didn't know whether to be filled with glee or...what.

"I want you too," I murmured.

He reached forward and unzipped my hoodie slowly, slipping it off and leaving me in my tank top. I had kicked off my sneakers earlier.

My breath had hitched and I began shaking when he leaned in and kissed me hard, pinning me to the door behind me.

That night, my boyfriend Carson took my virginity. And it was the happiest day of my life.

3 Months Later...

A loud laugh erupted from me when I felt the warm water of the ocean hit my side. I looked over at Carson, who was laughing that beautiful laugh I loved. He had his hands in the water, giving me proof that he had just splashed me.

Part of my hair was now wet, but I didn't mind. I was too worried about getting my bangs out of my face to realize that Carson was making his way over to me. Just as a wave came in to hit against my hip, he had wrapped his arms around me and twirled me around in the water. We laughed together.

He set me back down, my feet sinking into the warm sand. I turned around and immediately captured his lips quickly, teasingly, as I soon leaned back and laughed again.

He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to him, pecking the tip of my nose.

"I love you," I heard him murmur.

Since he took me those months before, I had heard him tell me that constantly.

"I love you too." I tapped his nose as I pulled away from him giggling as I headed for shore. "And don't you forget it!" I yelled at him, turning around to see him standing where I had left him, laughing with a big, toothy grin that made his eyes crinkle up.

When we decided to dry in the sun, we had grabbed our towels from his car and found our own little spot. We laid out our towels, helped each other with our sunscreens, and then sat down, just talking like we did at times like this.

Groups, couples, and children populated the beach that day. The sun was high in the sky, sending a scorching heat into the atmosphere. Carson had a whole case of water bottles stashed in his trunk.

"Angel," Carson started. I looked over at him as I put on my sunglasses, smiling. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said softly as he reached out and took my sunglasses off, his eyes boring into mine.

I laughed out of joy and put my hand on his thigh. I did that whenever I was happy with things he told me and I had nothing else to say. He never minded.

I used my free hand to take my sunglasses back from him, tossing them to the sand by the tote bag with our water bottles and sunscreen. We had brought a small radio with us (how typical, right?) and it was playing the local station.

"I was so unhappy before I met you."

'Stay' by Rihanna was playing. How ironic. And just near the part that was the most ironic about this conversation. I laughed, tackling him down and singing along with the words to him.

"Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move, makes me feel like I can't live without you. Oh, it takes me all the way. I want you to stay. Ohhhh...the reason I hold on..."

He smirked and sang the next part. "Ohhhh...'cause I need this hole gone."

He turned us over so he was above me now. We laughed as we sang the next verse together. "Funny you're the broken one, but I'm the only one who needed saving. 'Cause when you never see the light, it's hard to know which one of us is caving." Carson had such a beautiful voice.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine before tumbling over beside me, now taking up my towel. We turned our heads and looked at each other and smiled.

"You saved me," he murmured as he reached over and stroke my cheek.

I shook my head, taking his hand that was resting against my cheek, holding it to my heart. "We saved each other," I corrected him.

A/N: A special drabble will be put up soon for Carson and Angel. But the drabble will be rated M for sexual content, if you wish to read it. I'm mostly just putting it up for my own amusement.