A/N-hey people :) Callie here. Okay, before you start screaming your asses off at me, I'm really really, truly sorry I haven't updated in...er, three months. I have three logical, true reasons for it. Here we go:

1) Writer's Block.

2) Summer Vacation.

3) School Starting.

See? There ya go. :) Anyway, sadly...this will be the final chapter. At the end of this page, there will be a summary to the new sequel, which is still un-named. Sorry. Although, I'll probably name it Breakaway. I don't know, I like naming my stories after songs. "Everywhere To Me" is a Michelle Branch song. "Strawberry Wine" is a Deanna Carter song. "Breakaway" is a Kelly Clarkson (my idol) song. Either that, or Don't tell anyone, which is by my boys, and the loves of my life, The Jo bros...or Hold On...which is exactly the same. Anyway, enough with the OOC. Let's get on with the finale of "Everywhere To Me". Hehe, that rhymed. xD

Disclaimer: I own Andie and this plot. That's all.

Dedicated to Rickey Tribble and Miranda Balko.

Forever young.

I rolled over in my bed, and cracked my eyes open. 3:15 am. I sighed, and brushed the sleep from my eyes. As I did this, I glanced down at a strand of hair. Its-Its...BLONDE! Holy...I jumped up, and ran to the mirror. What? How am I blonde? I specifically remember Caelie helping me dye my hair...Wait, Caelie. Hold on a second. Had I been dreaming the whole Britanica-dying thing? I sat down, trying to remember everything that happened. Let's see, I saw Britanica kiss Mitchel, then Caelie came to apologize when I sat outside on the curb, we became friends, then I went inside the house and...went to sleep! That's right. The whole thing was a dream! Everything about me killing Britanica...and...and...fleeing the country...it was all just a dream!

I took a look at the calendar on my cellphone. July 3rd. It was just one day after my birthday. I pulled open the door to my room, and stepped into the hallway. I looked inside Marc and Mason's room. Marc looked so innocent lying there dazed into slumber. I peaked at the top bunk where Mason lay. He was awake, flipping through his cellphone. He caught my stare and smirked. "Have fun at your party?" He whispered.

"Yeah. I didn't see you."

"I couldn't come." He said. "Aren't you leaving today?"

"Yep. After three. Shh, don't wake up your brother. I'm gonna go see Mitchel. Goodnight, Mase face."

"Right back atcha, Andie Wandie."

Okay, so we have really cheesy nicknames. Sue us. I walked further down the hallway and stepped inside Mitchel's room. I looked on his pillow. There was a note, but no boyfriend. I picked it up and read it.

Andie,

Sorry about everything that happened. I didn't mean to hurt you. Really.

If you wanna talk, come see me. It should be pretty obvious where I'm

at. Just think of Galatea.

Mitchel.

Galatea. Why does that sound so familiar? Wait. Hmm...Galatea! I remember now! Our star. Star...our star...sky...open field...the tree house! He's at the tree house! I slid on some running shoes, and ran out the door. I almost forgot how to get there. I ran so fast, I was almost a shadow jetting across the ground.

I reached the open field, and walked slowly up to the tree. I climbed up the ladder, and stepped inside the large tree house. He was huddled in a corner, and shined a flashlight on my face. "Whoa, I surrender." I joked.

He laughed. "Did you just come in?"

"Yep. About three seconds ago. How long have you been here?" I asked, sitting down across from him. "Since after the party." He admitted.

I smiled. "It's okay. Caelie explained to me about Britanica. She's...alive, right?"

He narrowed his eyes. "...yeah?"

"Oh, thank God!" I nearly screamed. He chuckled. "So, you're really leaving today."

"Yep. My plane leaves at four. I have to be at the airport at three thirty." We both looked down.

"I'm gonna miss you, Andie. A lot." He took my hand.

"Me too. Promise me you'll write me. Every weekend. When summer comes around next year, I'll pray mum will let me come back. This truly has felt like home. I love everything about America. Everything. Especially you." I smiled, on the verge of tears. He wiped my eyes. "Don't cry. Please. You'll just make it worse."

"I love you." I whispered.

"D-did you just...say what I think you said?" He asked, laughing the end.

"I love you too, Andrea." He whispered back. I smiled, and we melted together into one final kiss.

-x-x-x-

Mrs. Musso was crying, just the way my mom had the day I left. They are so much alike. I hugged her, and Mr. Musso. Then I leaned down to hug my little brothers, and then finally, I hugged Mitchel tightly, then kissed him a tiny peck on the lips. I grabbed my bags, and Mr. Musso walked me out the door. He climbed in the truck, and I looked back at Mitchel standing at the door. A tear ran down his cheek, as he waved a small wave, and smiled softly, put painfully. I tried to contain myself from crying, and it worked the entire ride. Mr. Musso and I sang 99 bottles of beer on the wall while we were riding to the airport. We'd gotten all the way to 37 bottles, when we pulled into the airport parking lot. He asked me if I needed assistance, and I said no. It would only make things worse. I got out of the car, and shut the door. That's when it happened. I burst into tears as I watched the tail lights zoom out of view in the pouring rain.

Sadly, I turned in my luggage, and my tickets, and boarded the plane.

"Final call for passengers boarding the plane to Wales, England."

I sat in my seat, and stared out the window at the pouring rain. Then, I saw his face in my head. Those chocolate brown eyes staring into mine. That award-winning smile. His soft, tender, tanned skin.

Even though we'll be miles and miles apart, Mitchel Tate Musso will always be...Everywhere To Me.

.THE END.

A/N- wow, can you believe I'm actually crying? Anyway, I expect at least 33 reviews for this final chapter. Even though I know I'll probably only get 30 or 31. Prove me wrong? I'll give you a dollar!

Anyway, here's the trailer for the sequal, entitled, "Don't Tell Anyone"

Andrea Hucklebee. The girl you all know and love is back, and still heartbroken from having to leave the love of her life, Mitchel Musso. She's back home in England now, and she's eighteen, and competing in the "Miss Teen Wales" beauty pageant. But what happens when one of the celebrity judges just happens to be her ex-boyfriend? And, one of the competitive contestants sees them kissing after a fight in the hotel room. Rumors will be spread about Andie sleeping with a judge to win the contest. Will Andie be disqualified? Will Mitchel and Andie get back together? Or will the competitive contestant tear them both apart, so she can win. After all, winning is everything. You can sleep around and kiss a judge to win, but shhh! Don't Tell Anyone!

There ya go. I know it sucks, but it was a last minute-summary type thing. Hope you'll read it. Keep checking back on my page to see if I've uploaded it! Until next time, my wonderful readers.

callie.carsonx3