This is the last chapter. I know the end seems a bit rushed, but I feel like the story would just be a boring drag if I continued.

They both looked up at the mistletoe and back at each other. She looked into his familiar eyes that were studying her carefully. His pupil growing in size, then shrinking again. She clutched her laptop to her chest and her breaths grew heavy. He moved closer, cornering her even, so that her back was pressed against the side of the doorway. His hands rested on either side of her and their lips met. It was a smooth, familiar feeling for the both of them.

Mara's head was pushed back into the doorway farther with Jerome advancing on her. Her eyes reflexively drew shut and her hands were still clutching her laptop to her chest. She took it all in, the familiar taste, feeling, and smell of him. It was intoxicating. She brushed aside the consequential thoughts and kissed him back with full force. They stayed like that for a few moments until Mara finally realized what she was doing. She pulled away and whispered,

"You're dating-"

"Joy," he finished her sentence. The two stared at each other in silence until Mara slipped past him and went up to her room. Mara collapsed onto her bed, her lips swollen and tingling from their kiss. Her mind was whirring. No matter how hard she'd tried, she still loved him as much as she had before. She didn't want to seem like all of those other stupid girls who always run back, but she couldn't help but want to. But then she realized that that kiss had probably meant nothing to him. It was just a mistletoe kiss after all-it's not like he wanted to. He's with Joy anyway.

Jerome remained in the spot where they had just kissed minutes ago. Oh how he had missed her. The sweet scent of her-like chocolate and strawberries (A/N: justkeeptyping always says she smells like that, ha.) The all too familiar feel of her lips against that gave him shivers down his spine. The softness of her smooth tan skin. Her glistening raven black hair. Everything about her. Somehow, it had all made sense back then. She was too good for him-he didn't deserve her. He let her go so she could have a better life-without him. But now, all he wanted was to just have her back. Unbeknownst to Jerome, Alfie walked in to the kitchen and found Jerome looking like he'd been frozen in time under the mistletoe.

"Eh mate, I wouldn't be standing under that if I were you," Alfie joked, startling Jerome,"Who knows who you'll get stuck having to kiss under there?" Jerome followed Alfie's advice and moved out from underneath the the tiny plant that was beginning to cause him an internal hell. He needed to break up with Joy-and he needed to do it now. He sprinted up the stairs to Joy's room and burst in, not bothering to knock. Joy was seated at her desk with her back to the door.

"Joy," he announced,"We need to talk." She turned around, beaming up at him,

"Jerome," she said,"I thought you were going to sleep."

"We need to break up." he stated shortly. It was for him easier if he'd just rip the bandage right off.

"Jerome," she laughed,"Don't be silly, we've been over this."

"No, Joy, I didn't mean to hurt you, but we need to breakup." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she spoke,

"Bu-but-"

"I lied earlier-when I said I didn't love Mara." Tears were beginning to well in her eyes. Was I not enough, Joy thought, first, I was second best to Fabian and now I'm not even good enough for Jerome. Through the silence, Jerome could practically read her thoughts from the look on her face,

"It's honestly not you, Joy. Its just Mara-its always been her," Jerome told her softly, gently, not wanting to hurt her too bad though she was obviously immensely hurt,"I never meant for this to happen." He silently slipped away, leaving Joy to her thoughts.

After a few moments, Joy gathered herself, got up, grabbed a coat, and headed downstairs, intent on going for a walk to clear her head. She was barely looking at where she was going when she reached the bottom of the stairs. She bumped into something or someone hard and strong. Someone who always carried the familiar scent of minty toothpaste and sweetness.

"Joy, have you been crying?" the Raven haired boy with emerald green asked in a worried tone. He wrapped his arms around for comfort. She nodded sadly and rested her head on his shoulder. He didn't even bother to question her further, for he could easily guess the reason for her tears.

Mara struggled with her confused emotions and decided to go down and speak to him. She needed to speak to him. It was either now or never. She reached for the door just as someone from the outside had. The door pushed forward and Mara was left staring up at a beautiful blue-eyed skyscraper. Her beautiful blue-eyed skyscraper.

"Hey," he whispered, his eyes sparkling.

"Hey," she whispered back.

I'm afraid that's all. I really hope you've all enjoyed this. This is my first completed fanfiction-its quite an accomplishment. I threw in a little bit of Jabian for those of you that asked for it. Thanks for reviewing~ JustLieForMe.