Author's Note: Just a little one shot about how things should have ended in the book, with some changes of course :D
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Savannah's POV:
My eyes flick open as I register the distant ringing of the telephone in the living room. I instantly feel an urgency to throw up, not a surprising reaction, seeing the amount of alcohol I had consumed the night before. I throw up at the foot of my bed, get up and walk off groggily towards the bathroom, where I throw up once more. I get myself cleaned up and finally make my way to the living room, where the phone is still ringing.
This irritates me, is it some other distant relative or some pesky little neighbor checking up on Tim? Like they don't know about his terminal condition.
I pick up the phone, speaking in a forced sweet voice. 'Hello', I say.
'Is this Ms. Savannah Lynn Curtis? I am speaking from the hospital. We have grave news, Tim Wheddon has passed away'. Her voice gets strained at the last part, like she thinks she said too much too fast with little compassion.
There is silence on my part. And all I think is Just shut up and hang up, bitch. She seems to misunderstand this as shock and speaks in a much kinder voice ''I'm really sorry for your loss. I will leave you to prepare for the necessary arrangements''. She pauses for a moment, hesitating, and thinking of adding something else. She doesn't. I hang up.
Oh, I gotta call my parents, I think and pick up the phone to dial their number.
My mom picks up. 'Mom, Tim's dead', I say in a bored voice.
'Oh honey, we are so sorr—', my mother begins to say before I hang up. Let them take care of all the ''necessary arrangements'', I think.
I run out of the house and find Midas. I take him for a ride. The only thing I can think of is how free I am now. Tears of joy start pouring out of my eyes. Tim's gone, he's dead. This means… I can go back to John. The thought of John makes me grin. I finish riding Midas and give him a good slap on the back. This makes him neigh in agitation.
'Oh, Shut yer trap, you whiny horse', I say to him and walk towards the house. I see Allen, Tim's brother at the doorway. I run up to the doorway and push him aside. I let out a snicker as I see him falling down and his head hits the window sill and a pot falls over his head. I don't care, I'm too gleeful. I run up to my room, grab my cell phone. I laugh at the message from John last night. We both were texting while drunk.
I call him. He picks up and asks what time it is. I just laugh. I tell him Tim's dead. He shouts out hysterically, 'Shut up'. I only giggle in response.
'I'm gonna fucking marry you right now', he says.
I sigh happily and say, 'I just can't wait'.
We talk for a while, discussing plans. Then, when I hang up, I go to the beach where I surf for hours. Things are finally the way they were supposed to be. I smile as I drift off to sleep on the soft, warm sand.
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Author'S Notes: LOL! I did this just after my exams to blow off steam and let go of frustration. I wanted to write a parody fan-fiction and this is what came to my mind. I have nothing against any characters or poor Allen. This could offend a LOT of people so apologies people!
PS: If you're seriously pissed off then don't review