Author's Note: Guys! Thank you so much for reading every single freaking chapter that I wrote (I hope that you would have, if you're at chapter 11…)! But alas, my fun with this story is ending. Honestly, I'm not sure where else I could take this story, because I couldn't keep within the whole "Bruises" thing. So this is the last chapter, but wait! I'm writing another story right now! It's going to be called Together and if you have me on author alert, then you'll know when it's up! Honestly, you can just read Together without having read this entire story, but that's no fun! So yeah. This is a really long author's note. But I really think you guys will like Together a lot. I think it's starting pretty good. But yeah, enjoy the last chapter of Bruises!
"McNally, if you're dumping me, we can just go back," Sam started. Andy stopped him from talking by kissing him again.
"I'm not dumping you." She said when she was finished. "I need you to know that I want this to work. I don't want to run away when I'm frustrated anymore. I don't want to feel like I have to. We can't just keep dancing around this thing like it's gonna burn us," Andy explained.
"We're both going to get burned, Andy." Sam spoke.
"But I'd much rather come to you when I am, not Callaghan." Andy said.
"I'd rather you run to me when you do, Andy." Sam said.
"But we just need to choose each other, because you make me happy." Andy spoke.
"I love," Sam started, but Andy's hand went to his mouth.
"No, I don't want you to say it unless you're ready." Andy spoke.
"Andy, I love you." Sam took her hand away.
"Really?" Andy asked.
"Really. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met, and I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather spend my time with. There's really nothing keeping us from this, Andy. And I want to jump in to this with you. I love you." Sam said again.
"Yeah, you better." Andy laughed and hugged him.
"Do you have stuff to get here? Or do you just bring your boyfriends here to tell them you love them, or what?" Sam joked with her.
"Yeah, I'll be right back." Andy smiled and went to get her clothes. While she was gone, Sam went to her kitchen and found the drawer he'd put it in. All this time, she'd never found it. He stood on the carpet, nervous for when she returned. She came back out, mumbling about where else she needed to go. Andy looked at Sam, and he got down on one knee, opening the little black box.
"Andy, would you marry," Sam had to stop talking because she had already jumped into his arms.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Andy shouted at him.
"Well you never let me finish the question…" Sam smiled at her.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Finish," Andy breathed.
"Andy, would you marry me?" Sam asked her.
"Well I already said yes!" She shouted. Andy started kissing him; all of a sudden she couldn't get enough of Sam. She wanted to touch him everywhere, comfort him everywhere. She would never let him slip through her fingers again. Andy slowly stopped kissing him because she remembered that she had a ring to put on now. Sam took her hand, kissed the inside of her palm, turned it over, and slid the ring on. It was perfect. The ring was completely Andy, and Sam knew he had done well.
"I love you, Sam," Andy smiled at him.
"I love you too." Sam picked her up and swung her around, kissing her the entire time. Now, it seemed, her bruises didn't even matter. No one mattered for Sam except her. No one mattered for Andy except him. They knew each other completely, and chose to overcome their bruises for their happiness.