mmhmm. :) yay for the final part of this series! :D

alright. to finish up some old business, the song from the epilogue of The Hybrid Saints was All Day by Cody Simpson. meh. don't really like it, but the words fit, soooooooooooo, yes. that was what it was.

now, now. this is the final part. sorry, but i can't keep going with this forever. it has to end some time, some how. i'll be working more on getting some other fanfics going, like one where Gazzy is actually the main guy looking for some love of his own. :) That's all I have to say about that. It'll be up relatively soon, actually. Called Dirty Little Secrets. :)

Now. Anyways. Here's the prologue to the newest and final segment of the All-American Girl series. :)

FIRST! R&R. SECOND! I don't really like the "All-American Girl series" thing it's got. if you can come up with a catchy name for the entire series...review and lemme know what your idea is. :) I'll look into it. if it wasn't for the fact that these would be 150+ chapters, i would just combine everything, buttttttt, since it would be, they stay separate. lol. at any rate, think of a good name for the entire series? lemme know your idea. :)

now you may read on. :D

The stars will cry
Their blackest tears tonight
And this is the moment that I live for
I can smell the ocean air

So here I am
Pouring my heart onto these rooftops
Just a ghost to the world
That's exactly, exactly what I need

From up here these city lights burn
Like a thousand miles of fire
And I'm here to sing this anthem of our dying day

Her breaths were coming out loud and heavy as she pushed herself through the cold, wet night—or morning, technically, but it was dark, so she still considered it to be night.

She had to get away.

Her head was pounding, and her legs were screaming for her to quit. To just stop and breathe a little. Her lungs would've appreciated the air.

But she couldn't. She was alone. There was only once she remembered being this terrified, only a few years ago too, but she wasn't alone then. She had plenty of people around her to help her get through the massive predicament.

This wasn't as big, not to her anyways. But she was alone.

"Leave me alone!" she cried out in fear, tears staining her cheeks as they rapidly slid down to fall on the ground below her.

She heard a husky laugh behind her that sent chills creeping down her spine. "No can do, your—"

"No!" she screamed. And suddenly, she began growing weaker, and everything was so dim. Her legs began to shake, and then, she felt her face hitting against the concrete, and she was rolling through the cold puddles, her legs and arms sliding and scraping as she went.

And as the dark figure approached, she was whimpering a little and scrambling backwards, barely even sitting up.

"Leave me alone!" she tried again, but of course, the man simply pulled out a knife and duct tape.

"When your heart stops beating, I will," he promised her, and then he lunged forward.

But when he did, his eyes grew wide, he let out a pained grunt and fell forward, a rugged dagger sticking out of his back.

Dead.

She gasped suddenly and looked at the dark figure, the dim light of the moon barely making out his chiseled face. "You...you saved me."

He kept his face calm and serene, impassive, as his dark brown hair fell into his blue eyes as he continued gazing at her. "It's what I do."

And before she knew it, she was kissing him, and one thing led to another. And then that led to something else.

Then when morning came, she was wrapped up in a stranger's arms, all warm and close.

Oh no.

...

Confused?

Good. :) You're supposed to be. :D It'll all get explained very soon, though. I promise. Well, not soon, necessarily, but in this last part. :)