Author's Note: Hey guys! So I'm new here of and I have to say very nervous! I have never done anything quite like this: uploading a piece of my own random work for random people [meaning no offence by saying that!] to read to their own content and then review.

However I am a crazy fan of ready FanFiction; I absolutely love it, and am forever on here to read other people's creations, which can I just say are amazing! Okay I am really veering from the point of this note and even from my story! SORRY! (Hopefully I'll get better.)

So yeah! This is my frist ever fanfiction...well published, and really my first one of which I feel fairly confident to post online for people to read. Please have fun reading! and If you have any constructive criticisms, please, please tell me! I love to better my work and read people's opinions.

This FanFiction is for the Last Song by Nicholas Sparks which I completely love. It's so truthful and emotional and altogether a lovely story. Therefore I couldn't help myself falling for the characters and thier stories. One point in the story: Where Ronnie goes along to Will's sisters wedding, however Marcus ends up joining them at the after party and causing a huge disaster leading to Ronnie leaving and in doing so "leaving Will". This moment I found very sad because their relationship is just so true, and it clearly cut both Ronnie and Will up, though the narration doesn't give a clear indication of this. So this is basically the inbetween moment!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Last Song, all compliments go to his amazing work.

Thankyou; Happy reading x

TOM

Tom slowly walked up the stairs to the first floor landing' he could hear Susan's voice breaking over into shouts of disgrace and frustration, the wedding that had taken so long to prepare, that had been perfected to every minor detail for their eldest daughter, only to be ruined at the last moment for, so far unknown and unexplained reasons. Rounding the corner, his wife's voice was being matched by Will's, sounding equally frustrated and rather exasperated as he tried to reason with her, but to no avail.

The last thing to be noticed when everything had fallen, was Will crashing into one of the grand tents which had been put specially for the wedding, and then Ronnie was standing a few metres away upon the boardwalk, just outside their family boat, a look of pure terror and shock plastered across her face. However it was, so far, a mystery as to how any of this had actually come to occur.

However, as he could clearly hear the raised voices coming from inside the library room, it seemed that Susan was sticking to her own conclusion that Ronnie was the one to blame, that it was all her fault. It probably didn't help the situation that moments before, she had ended up in conversation with the local judge, only to learn that Ronnie was currently on trial for felony shoplifting.

The door to the study was open, Tom leant gently against the polished oak doorframe into the room where Ronnie sat in the plush desk chair, squirming and grimacing at the shouts emitting from Will and his mother next door. She looked up cautiously to meet Tom's eyes for just a second before burying her head within her hair in despair. Ronnie looked up at him once again, her eyes pleading with quilt and sorrow

"I am really sorry, Mr. Blakelee," she started, sounding deeply apologetic, and in an obvious state of shock which still hadn't worn off. "I didn't mean to cause any problems."

"I know you didn't" he replied, but even to his own ears he could hear his disappointment and own sadness for the situation. After a moment of silence, which was probably wasn't longer than a mere few seconds, he sighed heavily

"Would you like me to drive you home?" he asked her, knowing that Susan could be quite persistent and that the fight next door would probably not calm down for quite some time, and then after that it would most likely be rather awkward, and anyway, he could see it within Ronnie that she no longer wanted to be here.

"It's pretty chaotic out there right now. Your dad might have trouble getting to the house." he added, after Ronnie didn't reply straight away; he carefully stood up straight in the doorway looking over to her nervous figure. In response, she nodded understandingly and quietly responded "Yes, please.", and with great sadness. She pushed up from the chair cautiously, into a standing position and proceeded to straighten her dress, of which the waist band seemed to be digging right in now making it exceedingly hard to breathe, and giving her a sense of dizziness. Tom stepped out the door, to one side and stretched out his arm as if indicating the route out; Ronnie looked up and walked out of the door and along the hallway. He walked alongside her and then started down the grand staircase, which led down into their homes entrance hall, Ronnie following slowly and carefully behind him. He stopped in the middle of the hall waiting for her to join him as she stepped down onto the tiled floor. Watching her, Ronnie turned her head to face backwards up the stairs from the way they had just come; and he knew that at that moment she was looking for Will, even if she couldn't actually see him. She was clearly making a decision and Tom could tell from her reluctance to carry on and her current body language that it was one she didn't want to make; but within herself, she felt that she had to do it. With the rising of her shoulders and then the droop as they sunk low, she turned back around in his direction and he nodded his head ever so slightly and opened up the front door, on which she followed after him and out of the Blaklee mansion.

Climbing into the car, he started the ignition of his land rover with a turn of the key, as Ronnie strapped herself in with a click of the plug down by her side. The car started to reverse out of its parking space, manoeuvring around guest cars, which were still leaving from the allotted parking areas. The journey was silent. Tom didn't feel as though he could muster the energy needed to talk, and even if he did, he knew Ronnie was not up for a conversation as he drove along the road to the more dusty tracks, which lead down further to the sea, and the line of beachfront houses.

As Tom pulled up upon the gravel drive of Ronnie's fathers old, and rather sad in comparison to the newly put up large beach houses either side, looking bungalow, the small rocks crunching together and against the tough tire surfaces, and then the engine slowed until it finally stopped completely as he took him foot off the pedal.

They were both looking straight out the windscreen in the direction of the small bungalow and outwards onto the sand dunes and then at the sea where the sun rays were bouncing off creating glittering lights just off the water's surface. He was just thinking how peaceful and wonderful it all looked, a large comparison to which the two of them had just driven away from, until he heard Ronnie shift in her seat slightly as her dress rubbed against the leather interior. She turned to him, sadness and emotion welling up inside her, clear in her eyes as they began to swim slightly before she blinked the inevitable tears away, but a look of determination upon her face;

"Would yoy please tell Will that I said good-bye, and that I won't be seeing him anymore?." She sighed deeply and had to look away from him, instead at the fabric of her dress. He nodded solemnly "Yeah" he said. "I can do that." Tom understood he must pass on this message to his son. With that, Ronnie drew a ragged breath, she didn't smile nor thank him, but she slipped from the car, shutting the door with a thud behind her and headed up into the bungalow. Tom sat there stationary in the driver's seat, hands on the steering wheel in front of him for a couple of minutes, just thinking, before silently and carefully turning the key once again and backing slowly out of the drive; back home.

The car door clicked shut behind him as he headed towards the front door; around two or so guests were still here, but as he walked up the front steps to the door they were getting ready to head off, as some climbed into their cars and drive off down the long driveway.

Standing on the Veranda that ran the length of the back of the house, Tom overlooked their large garden. He could see the pool which was covered with temporary but sturdy decking; beautifully coloured and ornate flower arrangements here and there across the lawn and upon the banister of the veranda; and the giant tents, which were now starting to be collapsed, with Susan working and organising right in the midst of it all. She currently seemed to be pointing in one certain way, clearly directing people in the ways they should be going. On the boardwalk down by the river's edge stood his new Son-in-Law Daniel with his daughter Megan leaning into his arms, both smiling contently, thrilled with the day despite the big mishap earlier. Then he turned his gaze back to the lawn where the large ceremony tent still stood; inside he stopped Will who had clearly been ordered to help clear away the chairs. With a sigh, Tom started down the steps and onto the concrete patio, across the lawn, and in the general direction of his son. He knew this wouldn't be easy and especially hard on Will; for he knew that Will had loved Ronnie dearly, and she had done so him; but now it had come to this moment in time and it couldn't be put off.

"Will" he called out as he neared him "Do you have a moment?"

After coming back to this stor to finally get round to cross-ference the correct speech spoken between Tom and Ronnie, I have realised in the book, that Ronnie actually tells Tom to let Will know she says Goodbye as they are leaving the house; however I have written it as she gets out of the car. - Sorry about that! I did think about changing it, but I personally quite like the structure of her goodbyes?