Hey guys:) This is the LAST chapter to this story, finally. I'm starting the 3rd chapter of my Cody fanfiction[Once Upon a Time today--probably after this last update. I know you want to know what the plot is, but let's just say, the thing is not to judge a book by it's cover. That kind of thing. You'll see.

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---Chapter 9[After all this Time

Dylan and I ran from all of the paparazzi. They kept on chasing us with their cameras, all of them flashing behind us, like a ball of light. We kept on running, until we found a tiny shack, and the paparazzi got confused and eventually died down.

The shack we were in was barely enough room for one person, let alone two people. It was only about 3 feet by 3 feet. I don't know what they needed a shack like this for, maybe for umbrellas, who really knows what goes in here.

We both ran in a closed the door to the shack, grateful to get away from all of the photographers chasing us. We both panted from running so hard and fast. We didn't say anything for a couple of minutes either. "This is so---"Dylan said, stopping to pause before saying something else. "What? So what?" I asked him, anxious to know what he was about to say to me—I loved everything he said. He turned his head to the side, and swallowed.

"This is just so crazy." He finally said, laughing a little, a little bit annoyed with what had just happened down by the beach. I was a little bit confused; I guess he was annoyed with the photographers or something. I really didn't get it.

"I know, those photographers are crazy. I'm definitely going to have to get used to that every where I go. They're crazy." I said to him, not knowing if that is what he was talking about. I guess it was, I mean, what else could he be talking about. It was getting hotter and hotter in the small shack. "No, it's not that." He said, going up against the wall across from the wall I was standing against. He was looking into my eyes again, like some sort of odd connection that we've had since we met.

I was kind of confused again. I mean, if it wasn't the paparazzi, then what could it be? "Well, what is it then…?" I asked him, looking up at the ceiling of the small and hot shack. "You want me to tell you what's so crazy?" He asked me, taking 2 steps closer to me. Now he was in the middle of the shack, and I was up against the wall, only a foot away from him now. I could tell that he was still a little bit annoyed and laughing under his breath.

"Well, yah I would want you to. You know that you can tell me anything, you know that. So, tell me." I said to him, leaning more up against the wall. The atmosphere was getting hotter and hotter in the small space we shared together.

"Ok, well, there's this girl, you see. I've basically fell in love with her, ever since the first day that we met. It seems like everyone won't let me kiss her. It's crazy, because I love her so much I could go insane right now just talking about it with---" He said, stopping right before the last word, leaving me hanging on by a whim, wanting to know more.

"…I'm talking about all of this, with her, right now. You're the girl in this story I'm telling. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I love you, and I'm not just saying that, it's what I feel." He said, making all the pressure to tell him just float away from me. I smiled at him, and he came closer to me in the tiny and hot space.

"I love you. Finally, you were the one to say it first. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself, telling you that." I said to him, smiling, only inches apart from him by this point in time. He smiled back at me.

We both just stood there, only inches apart, in the hot and cramped small shack. I just looked into his eyes, in the minute that we were both silent. I sighed, and then said, "So, what do you think we should do now? I mean, we both confessed."

He smiled towards me, and then said, "Well, I think I should do something I've wanted to do forever, and should have been able to a LONG time ago, without any interruptions this time either."

He got as close as he could to me, and I smiled. He smiled down to me, since he was a couple inches taller. He leaned in to me, and then it FINALLY happened, our lips touched. He put his hands up on both sides of my head, almost pinning me to the wall.

The paparazzi opened the door, I guess they were still looking for us, and then started flashing with the cameras. We didn't care at all. I wanted to tell the world that I'm in love with him, and he loves me too. And that's all that really matters.