Doug and I made it back home and I went straight to the backyard and over to the shed. The McGowans, excluding Doug, who was behind me, and Finn were sitting next to it and all looked up when I approached. A bang and a sound of paper tearing came from inside the shed and everyone winced at the sudden noise.

"Any luck," Doug asked. They all shook their heads.

"He's refused to come outside," said Evan.

"Or let anyone in," sighed Regina. I walked carefully to the door and knocked.

"Finn," my voice came out quietly, almost a whisper, "open up."

"Megan, is that you?" Finn spoke almost as quietly as I had.

I smiled slightly, "Yeah, it's me." There was a sound of shuffling as he moved objects away from the door which then flung open. My heart broke at what I saw.

"Oh my God," I gasped, "Finn, what happened?" Looking past his tear streaked face, which in and of itself broke my heart, I saw canvases, broken and torn, scattered around the shed-all except one. The portrait that I looked at just before I left, the one of me, was still there, sitting on an easel. Before anyone else could get up to see what I was talking about, Finn grabbed my arm, pulled me into the shed, and then barricaded the door again. The McGowan boys pounded on the door and yelled, trying to get Finn to open the door again, but to no avail. However, that wasn't really my concern at the moment, because Finn was standing very close to me; barely an inch away.

"You left," he accused. I looked down, a bit ashamed now. "Why?"

I looked up shocked, "You told me to go," I whispered. His forehead wrinkled in confusion.

"When?"

"When I went to your room and tried to talk to you, and you said it wasn't easy for you with me being here. I said that I would go and you agreed," I reminded him. He laughed, a soft, short laugh of understanding, and, I guess, relief.

"I meant my room, not the western hemisphere," he said with a slight grin. I looked into his eyes then and my heart skipped a beat.

"So," I paused, thinking that it couldn't really be happening - he couldn't actually feel the same way for me that I did about him, and then I cautiously continued "you want me to stay?" He closed any distance that we had between us and cupped my face in his hands.

"Of course I want you to stay," he said breathlessly, his lips getting dangerously close to mine. "The only painting I have ever finished, or have ever been happy with, is of you."

"Then why did you say that I should go," I asked, finding it hard to concentrate with him so very close to me.

"Because I'm supposed to stay away from you, keep my hands off of you," he said, while one of his hands moved from my face and tangled into my hair, "but it's impossible when you're anywhere near me, Megan. Because whenever you're around, I can only think of one thing."

"What's that," I asked, my voice trembling slightly with anticipation.

"This," he breathed, before closing the distance between our lips and giving me the most spectacular kiss I have ever had, or anyone has ever had probably. After what could have been hours or just a few seconds, we broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Wow," I said breathily, a huge smile on my face.

"My thoughts exactly," he said with a smile matching my own. I knew then, that even though it would be tough to navigate around the rule that we weren't allowed to even think of each other as anything other than brother and sister, that there was no going back. Finn and I were going to figure out a way to be together someday, even if it wasn't right now, or even in the near future. Even though there would most certainly be obstacles and it would be hard to resist one another in such close quarters, that we would make it through; because that's just what you do when you're falling in love.