Okay. I lied. The next chapter will be the last chapter. I'm still working on that, but this is just for all you guys that wanted Savannah and Tyler to get together!

The next day, I felt weird. Like a part of me was missing. I confided with Savannah, telling her all of this.

She smiled. "You're in love."

"Come again?" I said to her.

"You heard me," she laughed. "Annabeth's in love!"

"Shhh!" I said, covering her mouth. "Mom could hear you."

"Does this mean you're agreeing?" she said, a taunting smile n her face.

"No, I'm not agreeing." I crossed my arms.

She shrugged. "Whatever. You can quit lying to yourself."

"I'm not lying to myself!"

"Sure you aren't."

I threw a pillow at her.

"Shouldn't you be smooching it up with your boyfriend?" I said to her.

"Tyler is not my boyfriend!"

"Whatever," I said.

She rolled her eyes.

"You can call him you know," she said.

"I don't have his number," I countered.

"I could get it for you," she said standing up.

"Don't!" I reached for her.

She opened the cabin door. Tyler was standing there.

"Oh! Tyler! How's it going?" she asked.

"Savananh, I want to stop playing games," Tyler was holding a guitar.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Savannah. I need to sing this song to you. And you need to listen to the words."

"Okay."

He started to strum his guitar.

"My oh my, you're so good looking. Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends. But, I've not tasted all your cooking. Who are you when I'm not looking. Do you pour a little something on the rocks? Slide down the hallway in your socks? When you undress, do you leave a path? Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath? My oh my, you're so good-looking. Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends. But I've not tasted all your cooking. Who are you when I'm not looking? I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know. Do you break things when you get mad? Eat a box of chocolates 'cause you're feelin' bad? Do you paint your toes 'cause you bite your nails? Call up momma when all else fails? Who are you when I'm not around? When the door is locked and the shades are down? Do you listen to your music quietly? And when it feels just right, are you thinkin' of me? I wanna know, I wanna know, I wanna know. My oh my, you're so good-looking, but who are you when I'm not looking?"

Savannah stood there for a second.

Then, she flung her arms around his neck.

I slipped out the back door, because I knew they wanted their privacy.

This song is by Blake Shelton by the way! It's AMAZING so check it out! Last chappie's coming soon! Review!