Welcome, welcome guys! Ready for the first alternate ending?

This does NOT have to be read if you are waiting for a Pence ending. There is no Pence in this, just like there isn't Vinwell in the third chapter. Just a chapter for everyone's preference.

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Enjoy the chapter, I do not own The Cape.

Boy Meets Girl v Boy Meets Boy: Chapter Two- Vinwell Ending

There was no denying that Vince and Jamie were in love. Each party knew their own feelings, but neither of them could find the courage to spit it out. Jamie was shy; Vince, well, he was just Vince.

Close to a year had passed and neither had spoken up yet. The brunette was getting rather irritated that her boyfriend hadn't picked up on the hints she had been dropping for months.

The sandy blonde's problem wasn't that he didn't notice his girlfriend's hints, but that he refused to believe that she was actually wanting him to make a move. He figured she just wanted to take things slow. Vince had no problem with that… he was so in love with his girlfriend it wasn't even funny.

Jamie's defense was simple. She loved her boyfriend, but she was so afraid of being rejected. Sure, they kissed and did everything else under the sun, but they had not been physically intimate. She didn't really care about the sex; that would come eventually. The brunette just hoped that Vince would finally break the ice and say those three suffocatingly powerful words.

-0-

On an early Wednesday morning, Jamie sat up on her bed, busily working on her thesis paper for school. She had afternoon classes, but she figured, why waste the time she had on pointless stuff? It's not like her body ever let her get much sleep anyway.

A steady chime sounded from the nightstand next to the brunette. Blindly, she reached for her cell phone to see who in the world would be texting her at six in the morning.

The brunette smiled to herself as Vince's contact popped up on her touch screen phone. Of course, he was crazy enough to text her at six in the morning; he was really sweet, though.

She unlocked her phone and read the content of the message.

"Good Morning my beautiful girlfriend. I think I may be turning into you. Didn't get much sleep last night."

Jamie frowned lightly. That wasn't good. Her boyfriend always got sleep, not to mention he was dead to the world when he was sleeping. The brunette shook a smirk off of her face as she punched in her reply. "How come, honey? Is everything alright?"

She waited about a minute after sending the message before she received one herself.

"Nothing much, just got something on my mind," he replied.

Jamie's heart sank. "Want to talk about it?" she punched in as her reply.

Another minute passed before receiving a reply.

"I'll just come see you, I want to talk about it in person."

She took in a shaky breath as she read that. "Okay. I'll see you soon." As soon as she sent that, she threw her phone onto her pillow with a groan. Could this be any worse? He probably wanted to break up…. A guy going a year without sex? Unheard of…

She groaned again, saving the contents of her document onto her hard drive. Maybe it was time for her to woman up and be the first to make a move.

The brunette flopped back against a pillow, smothering her face with another. God, why did love have to be so friggen' complicated?

-0-

When Vince was led into the Fleming home, the couple tiptoed upstairs, mindful of her sleeping family.

They settled down on her bed, both noticeably nervous. The sandy blonde wasn't there for what the brunette suspected. He was there to tell her how he felt about her. Vince knew that he had to man up and say those three little words. He meant them; he really did.

Jamie settled down onto the pillow next to her boyfriend and spared him a little smile. "Now that we can talk… how are you?"

Vince propped his head up on his elbow, leaning forward to give her a tentative kiss. As he pulled back, a grin formed at his lips. "Right now? I've never been better."

"Oh really?" the brunette smirked. "Care to share why?"

The sandy blonde took his free hand and linked his and the brunette's hands together. "I'm here with you. Do I need another reason?"

Jamie ducked her head into the pillow she rested her head on. "I guess you don't."

Vince chuckled at the shy brunette. "How are you?" he asked, his blue eyes piercing into her.

She picked herself up, propping her chin against an elbow as well. "Well," she sighed, a light frown in place. "I'm kind of worried about what you wanted to talk to me about."

"It's nothing to worry about, I promise, Jamie," the sandy blonde began.

Jamie fixed nervous brown irises onto him. "What is it, then?"

Vince took a deep breath, not really sure how to go about it. "There's something I really need to tell you, but I dunno how to say it." He had never loved a girl like her before; God knows he didn't want to screw their relationship up.

The brunette squeezed her boyfriend's hand. "Just say it. You said I have nothing to worry about, so it can't be bad, right?"

The sandy blonde returned a smile to his girlfriend, despite his overall perplexed expression. "I know, I'm just really worried that it's too soon to tell you."

Jamie opened her mouth to respond, only to have Vince scoop her up and place her on top of him. It was his turn to start dropping hints. Maybe he would knew then if it was worth his while to say that he loved her.

Vince gave her a gentle kiss to start out with. He slipped his arms around her waist, securing her in place. The sandy blonde was pleased when the brunette took it upon herself to deepen the kiss.

The two of them had it on the tip of their tongue. They wanted to get it out; it hurt that neither of them could just say it! Why couldn't they just say I love you?

In the meantime, Jamie's fourteen year old brother, Nathan, decided to peek in on his sister. He was famous for barging in at all the wrong times. Including this one.

The dark haired boy opened the already cracked open door, standing in shock at his sister's heavy make-out session.

When the doorknob bumped against the wall, the brunette ripped her lips away from her boyfriend and picked her head up to see Nathan.

"Nate, what are you doing?" she snapped.

Still in shell-shock, the fourteen year old blinked back heavily. "I came to see what you were doing up so early," he looked at Vince, wide eyed. "Does dad know he's here?"

"No," Jamie whispered, climbing off of her boyfriend. "If you breathe a word of this, we'll both be in trouble."

Nathan held a hand up in defense. "Believe me, sis, I'm looking for a spoon to gouge my eyes out…"

"Okay, now get out!" the brunette whispered fervently. When he just stared at her, she pitched a pillow at his head.

The fourteen year old shrugged. "If you'll excuse me, there's a spoon calling my name. Maybe some brain bleach…"

Once the door was shut, Jamie leaned against her boyfriend's knee. "God, my brother is such a brat sometimes."

Vince picked his head up and grinned at his girlfriend. "Well, your brother isn't who I want to think of right now."

The brunette didn't need to hear anymore. She settled herself next to her boyfriend and fell into a kiss. Their passion pumped through their veins, a boost of adrenaline accompanying it.

As their lips disconnected the first time for air, Jamie spoke up breathlessly. "Vince, there's something I need to tell you too."

Vince smiled back at her, executing a quick kiss. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Well, you brought it up first," the brunette prompted.

"No, I insist. Ladies first," the sandy blonde grinned uncomfortably.

They both took in deep breaths, staring back at each other intensively.

"How about we say it at the same time?" Jamie suggested.

"That's actually a really good idea," Vince began, sitting up against the headboard.

In turn, Jamie took her boyfriend's hand, neatly threading their fingers together in her lap.

The two figured it was now or never. What the other had to say would just have to wait. Vince had to know that Jamie loved him, and Jamie had to know that Vince loved her.

Their eyes met once again, lips parting in anticipation. The brunette counted to three with her free hand.

"One. Two…" she paused, a hitch getting caught in her chest. "Three."

"I love you," the two began simultaneously. As one's words registered with the other's, their eyes widened.

"You love me?" Vince struggled to get out.

"I do. More than you could ever understand," Jamie replied calmly, squeezing her boyfriend's hand.

"God," Vince breathed out. "That's a relief. I was so worried that I was taking things way too fast."

"And I just thought you didn't feel the same way," the brunette began, her heart hammering a mile a minute.

"How can I not feel the same way?" the sandy blonde asked. "Whenever we kiss, all I can think of it how right it feels, and how much I love you."

Jamie rested her forehead against her boyfriend, millimeters apart from her boyfriend. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that."

Vince smiled back at the brunette affectionately, running his fingers through her long hair. "Yeah? Tell me how happy."

"I'll do even better than that," the brunette paused to fill in the gap in between their lips. "I'll show you."

Well folks, next up is the Pence alternate ending. Like I've said before, both of these chapters can be read as a stand alone.

So, how was the chapter? This is Orwell, signing out.