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This is the final chapter! I'm cutting the story short.

Megamind

I scrambled over the black couch, searching for a clean tissue among all of the used ones. The sound of the TV blasting through the small room, in an attempt to rid myself from all sour thoughts. Yet, the thoughts still lingered, and they resulted in steamy tears running down my pale blue cheeks.

"Where are the damn tishoos, Minion!" I cried out of frustration.

"I'm coming, Sir!" He replied in a rush to get to my aid.

I blamed my temporary funk on Roxanne; though, I was really the one of fault. I had tricked her and for a stupid reason too. I should have never pretended to be Bernard. I was the reason that I laid in my footie pajamas, on my couch, watching silly cartoons. There was no one else to blame, it was my entire fault.

"Here you are, Sir!" Minion yelled as he burst into my room, raising the box of tissues high in the air. He stared at the mess I had made, in shock. "Er. . . Sir?"

"Yes?" I answered nasally, rubbing my irritated red eyes.

"How in the world did you manage to do all of this in the past fifteen minutes?" He asked.

I studied my room. Wow. . . It was a bigger mess than I had thought. You couldn't even see the floor. I guess between my constantly running nose, and my little spaz attack on the bed, I managed to turn my bedroom into a toxic waste dump.

"Just hand me the box!" I snapped.

He sighed and handed it to me without any further question.

I regretted being harsh with him, but I wasn't in the mood to be criticized. I was seriously hurting, last night I screwed up big time. More than ever before; which is saying something. I've had a lot of screw-ups, but this one was by far, the worse. I hurt the woman I love, and ruined any chance I had to have a normal relationship with her.

I sat up straight, and blew my nose into one of the tissues.

"Do you mind!" I shouted when I noticed Minion's worried eyes watching me.

"Yes, I do mind! This just isn't healthy, Sir! How long do you plan to hide in your room like this?" Minion questioned.

"As long as I want!" I answered.

"You can't hide from the world."

"Can't you just leave me alone? You don't know what you are talking about! No one understands! NO ONE!"

"That's not true."

"Ha! Who could possibly know what I'm feeling?"

"Roxanne."

I licked my lips angrily. She was the very person that I was trying to forget.

"Her situation is entirely different!" I stated.

"You're right. She has it much worse off than you."

I glared at him, and he back at me. That hit me really hard. I hadn't even considered that she might share some of my feelings, too. And if she was, her's were much worse. She was the victim. She was the one that had been tricked, not me.

Tears started to fill my eyes and I curled into a ball, smashing a pillow in my face, trying to block my companion out of view. "Uhhh. . ." I groaned.

"Confront her."

"What?" I asked lowering the pillow from my face.

"Go talk to her."

"Are you crazy?" I asked, falling off the sofa, "she'll kill me if she ever sees me again!"

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, Sir. But this is just ridiculous! You want things to go back to normal, don't you?" He squinted his amber eyes at me, "well, do you?"

"I. . . I don't know!" I whined, shoving my face back into the pillow.

He sighed like a frustrated parent, and left the room, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I hated when he did that.

I fumbled around for the remote, and shut off the TV.

Should I try?

Roxanne

I snuggled deep into my big wooly blanket as I watched The Princess Bride.

I called into work today, sick. It was a total lie, but anyone who saw me would probably be fooled. I wore a baggy T-shirt and cute pink pajama pants. I didn't have any makeup on, and my hair was a mess. To top it all off, my eyes were bloodshot red from crying. I could definitely pass for ill.

I sat up on my couch, and pulled over the big bowl of ice cream that I prepared, stuffing my face with it.

The ever constant flow of tears had seemed to come to a sudden stop. It felt as though I had ran completely out of them, not that the pain had ended. The pain hadn't ended, all feelings remained. Feelings of anger, angst, and even those of love that had me utterly devoted to Bernard. I couldn't shake them. He had put on such a brilliant show. He presented such a kind, loving, passionate person; I couldn't help but feel something for him. I had fallen in love with nothing; thin air. Images of Bernard laughing still haunted my memory, making more sobs spill across my face, no matter how emptied I felt of all tears.

Why didn't I see it before? How could I not tell who he really was?

I dried off my face, and promised that that would be the last of the tears.

No more crying over him. That's what he wants. That's all he ever wanted; power. Power over me, Metro Man, and the city. I will not let him win. I am not his play toy.

I tuned into my show, and let my mind go blank. I soon realized that the "chick flicks" were making it worse. They all had fairy tell endings. Their love continued. Mine wasn't even real from the start.

I was surprised by a knock on the door. I told my doorman to tell anyone wanting to visit me; that I wasn't home. I decided to just ignore it; they'd probably give up soon enough.

Wrong! Soon the soft occasional knocks on the door, turned into fists pounding nosily.

"I'm getting in the shower!" I yelled in an attempt to waver them.

Boom!

The door literally flew off of its hinges in a cloud of smoke. I leaned back on the sofa, as far as I could. The terror quickly turned into rage when I saw a blue skinned alien cautiously walk into the room.

"Roxanne, I-"

"Get out of here!" I screamed, getting off the sofa.

"Roxanne, just listen-"

"Get out of my house!" I grabbed a pillow, and raised it above my head threatening to fire.

"No!"

"GET OUT NOW!"

"Just give me a chance-"

"I've given you plenty of chances!" I yelled, marching toward him, "I am not ever going to play your little captive, again!"

"Well, what if I don't want you to be my captive!" He challenged.

"Oh! I'm sorry! Did you decide that now that you've kissed me, that I'm boring?"

"No!"

"Winning just wasn't enough for you, was it! You, brilliant mastermind of all eeeviiil, just has to have it all, don't you? You just have to see me cry over you!" The words felt like poison on my tongue.

"Stop it!" He cried gripping my shoulders, staring me straight in the eye.

His eyes were bright red too, and his face looked as innocent as a puppy dog's. I looked down at the rest of him. He was wearing footie pajamas.

"I. . . I just wanted to say. . . I'm sorry!" He sobbed, breathing heavily.

A tear rolled down his blue cheek.

"Why? Why did you do this to me?" Dammit! Now I'm crying too. . .

"I don't know," he muttered softly, releasing his grip on me.

I turned away and plopped down on the couch. That wasn't a good enough answer. He did know.

I groaned softly.

"I. . . I'll just go. . ." He took slow steps towards the door.

"Don't."

He looked at me, confused. He expected rejection. He'd probably come accustomed to it.

"Stay," I invited. I didn't want to be left alone again. Not now. I wanted him here; there were still things that I needed to say to him.

He gulped, and tediously walked toward me. I found it hard to avoid staring at the villain as he sat beside me.

What are you doing? I questioned myself. I was letting the most hated criminal in Metro City, sit on my sofa, and watch a movie with me. Not to mention that he was the person that I had utterly loathed, but I wasn't so sure anymore. I'd never heard him say sorry to anyone. I wasn't sure that he even could utter the words.

"Roxanne, I want to sincerely apologize for what I did to you. It was wrong, I let my feelings run me. I should never have let it get that far."

I kept my focus on the TV, and away from him. I couldn't look him straight in the eye.

"Please, don't be frightened when I tell you this, but you deserve to know why I did it. . . I've had certain . . . feelings for you for some time now. And. . . . I don't know, I guess I just wanted a chance to be with you without being . . . me."

I swallowed my tears as I thought back to last night. . .

"Well, let's look at the contents then, shall we! You kidnap me against my will to play your stupid games, you terrorize the city, and then. . . You actually go me, to care about you!" I screamed, pushing him back towards his car, "Why? Why are you so evil? Tricking me! What could you possibly have hoped to gain?"

I felt the tears roll down my cheeks that stopped as I realized the answer.

"Wait a minute," he looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and gulped, "did you really think, that I would ever be with you?"

"No," he answered so softly.

The tears started to flow again when I realized what was going on. He loves me. Megamind loves me. And the kiss. . . Those feelings couldn't have been faked. He wasn't acting.

"I just want things to go back to normal," he mumbled sadly.

"It's too late," I responded, finally having the guts to face him eye-to-eye.

"Don't say that!" He whined.

I sighed, and decided to ask the gutsy question, "Do you . . . love me?"

I needed to know for sure. I needed to hear him say it.

He froze, his mouth open, and one eye bigger than the other. "Wha- What did you just say?"

"You heard me," I answered sternly.

He slumped down, and hid his face with his long blue fingers.

"Can't we just skip that question?" He asked.

I laughed a little, but then returned to the seriousness of the moment.

"Do you?"

He sat up again, looked me straight in the eye, and said, "more than anything in the world."

I smiled softly. I'd never heard anything so sweet directed to me. One day, I thought someone would feel that way about me, but never did I expect it to be him. He always seemed so cold, and so unapproachable, but it was all a show.

He was Bernard. He was that same kind man I'd been dating for weeks. I didn't fall in love with nothing. I fell in love with him. I fell in love with Megamind.

On an impulse, I grasped the collar of his pajamas, and pulled him in for a kiss. At first he was shocked, but he loosened up.

It was everything that it was last night, and more.

His lips were so soft, so tender. I was eager to embrace them.

He lay back against the coach and I fell on top of him laughing. We were both wholeheartedly laughing.

"You know, you're a pretty good kisser," I added playfully as we sat up.

"Temptress." He smiled, but then his face fell. "What are we doing?" He asked.

"What is it?"

"Roxanne, this isn't right. I'm still the villain," he added.

There it was. The big problem. This wasn't right.

What are you doing, Roxanne? I asked myself. I should end this, right now. Right where it began.

But how could I? I studied the blue alien before me. How had my opinion of him changed in a matter of moments? I loved him, the way he looked, and the way he acted. But I still despised what he did. I hated the villain of the city, but I loved him.

Tears, yet again, swelled in my eyes. I lay down and curled into a ball, letting of few more tears leak out. I felt his hand wrap around my waist as he laid beside me, cradling me.

"I love you too," I whispered softly into his ear.

THE END

I have made a sudden desicion to END THE STORY. Let your imagination take it from here. Feel free to write something based off of this, if you'd like. No need to ask.

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