SLAM!

I watched Jonesy shut the little door, lock it with the key, and put her back against it, sighing and panting in relief. I did the same and sat next to her.

"So...I-is it over?" I asked shakily, rubbing my still-aching head.

She nodded. "Yeah...It's over now. For good."

I looked outside the window, the weather looked the same as when I got pushed down the well. In fact, it was still night. I heard a familiar noise and smiled at the skinny black cat trotting up to us, its tail held high as it dropped a dead rat at our outstretched feet.

I could've sworn the rat had buttons for eyes.

Coraline starting petting the animal, and it was purring like a motorboat. I looked at the dead rat in front of me. It was a big, grayish brown with an ugly pink tail, and sand was slipping out of two holes in its neck.

I shuddered. "Who would make something like that? That's disgusting."

Suddenly, the cat hopped away from Jonesy's grip and picked up the rat in its mouth. Giving us a blink with its blue-orb-eyes and a slight nod, it bounded off to enjoy its dinner

"He doesn't like rats at the best of times..." Coraline muttered absently.

"Huh?"

She rolled her eyes and punched me in the arm. "Out of it much, Wybourne?" She teased as I rubbed my arm.

I laughed nervously. "Right Jonesy. Hey, what are we going to do about the key? A-and the...y'know..."

"Well?"

"Yeah. That..."

"We can always burn the key with your blowtorch. And then roast marsh mellows with the fire."

I chuckled. "We could make s'mores! They're geat."

"That they are, Wybie. That they are."

We both stood up and I stretched my hands above my head. "What an adventure."

"What a nightmare."

I shrugged and looked around, realizing how dark it was outside."Gee Jonesy. Looks pretty late. I'd better get home and make sure Gramma's not too worried."

Coraline nodded. "You better....Wait a second!" She called. I stopped in mid stride to the door and turned around. Jonesy started walking up to me until we were feet apart, with a confident smirk on her face.

Inches apart, now.

I could literally count the little flecks of black in her hazel eyes.

"T-too...close for comfort Jonesy," I breathed.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, Wybourne." She said, and then pushed her lips against mine.

Time froze. I swear it did. We were the only ones in the world. It was our moment, and no one could take it away from us.

Not the Other Mother.

Not her evil hand.

Not even the cold black key Coraline had in her hand. The Other World- it was ours now.

I slowly made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I couldn't wake Gramma up even if I tried, so I decided to get some sleep.

I walked into my bedroom, smiling at the old white paint on the walls and the junk on the floor. Home sweet home.

I glanced around and saw something laying on my bed.

It was green, with black, vertical stripes, with my name at the top in my loopy writing.

It was tattered, but not burnt at all. It was almost brand new. I smiled widely and picked it up. It was my journal. I flipped through the pages and heard that familiar meow again. The cat sat beside the journal, licking its paw knowingly as if saying: You're welcome.

"Hey, you," I mumbled as the cat looked up at me. It yawned widely, revealing its long, pink tongue.

"Did you...did you find this for me?" I asked the feline. It blinked its blue eyes once. Yes.

I scratched it behind its ear. "Good kitty..." I murmured as he purred in content.

There was one new page that I realized wasn't blank. It was at the very end of the journal and said only two words:

Dear Wybie.

I smiled and glanced out my bedroom window. It was a full moon tonight. The stars were little pinpricks of light speckling the sky. I stuffed my journal away and made my way out of my room. I could go to sleep later. Right now, I was gonna star gaze.

Coraline stared out her window at the night sky. It was the perfect night for stargazing, and she was sure that's what Wybie was doing. She smiled at the thought of what she wrote in his journal. How do you like that, Wybourne? Dear you?

She could hear the faint sound of Wybie's motorbike in the distance and decided to go out and watch the stars with him.

I folded my hands over my stomach as I watched the velvet blanket sky. I knew almost every constellation out there. I sighed in content. This really was the life. Just watching the stars, brightening up the sky like little nightlights.

It reminded me how small people really are. Compared to Earth, we're just little ants on a giant anthill.

I jumped slightly when a voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Mind if I join you?"

I smiled and looked up at Jonesy. "...Stalker," I smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "Let it go Wybourne." She said, sitting next to me. I sat up on my elbows.

"What're you doing out here anyway? I thought you were asleep..." I stared at her.

"Well, I figured you'd be out here, since it's the perfect night for stargazing." She informed me.

"Ohhh. Yeah..." I smiled and turned my head to look back up at the stars. "Aren't they great?"

"What?"

I rolled my eyes. "The stars. Aren't they great?"

"Uhhh...I guess?"

I sighed again. "I mean, aren't they just...Magical?"

Jonesy raised an eyebrow. "Magical?" She repeated.

"Yeah! Y'know, they remind you how small we really are in the world. The sun can fit one thousand Earth's in it. That's, like, over three billion people on each Earth."

"That's some good math, Wybie," Coraline rolled her eyes and laid in the grass beside me.

"Why thank you, Caroline." I remarked, smirking. Jonesy punched me in the arm. I yelped a little and rubbed the sore muscle. "Gee, thanks. I really deserved that."

"I know you did." She replied.

We laid in silence for awhile, our eyes scanning the night sky. Soon, I was yawning. I slowly stood up and brushed the dirt off of my jacket. "Well...I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.

Coraline nodded, standing up, too. "Sounds like a plan, Wybie."

I started walking off before spinning around. "Hey, Jonesy, what's with this?" I questioned, pulling out my journal and showing her the Dear Wybie. My blue-haired friend shrugged.

"I just felt like writing it. I found it on my bed and just...wrote. Then the cat took it and gave it to you, I guess."

I nodded. That cat seemed to have a lot to do with our relationship. "Yeah...I'll, uh...See you, Coraline," I smiled as her face lit up.

"You said my name right, Wybie!" She exclaimed happily.

"You said mine right, too." I replied.

"Well..." She avoided my gaze. "You deserve to have your name said the way you want it to be for once."

I nodded slowly. "You deserve to have your name said right, too. I mean, everyone calls you Caroline..."

"Ugh, don't remind me."

I cocked my head to the side, and then smiled again. "You're crazy, Coraline." I concluded.

The girl rolled her hazel eyes. "I know. But yet, you still follow me with your stalkerish tendencies."

I sighed. Would she ever believe me if, for the thousandth time, I told her that I wasn't a stalker?

No...My subconscious told me.

Shut up, dummy. I told it, then turned to Jonesy and yawned. "I'll....I'll see ya, Jonesy." I muttered, walking over to my bike.

Coraline looked a little sleepy too. "Okay, g'night Wybie." She smiled.

"G'night," I replied, putting my mask on, kicking up on the petals, and riding off towards home.

Coraline smiled. "I love you, you dork." She whispered.

I sat in bed, page-flipping through my journal. There was only one blank page left. I wasn't really ready to go to sleep yet, so I looked around, found an old, black pencil, and began to write something that I had written ever since I found out I was in love.

Dear Jonesy...

The End.

A/N: Suckish ending, much? xD

Well. I really needed to get this story done. Sorry if it seems rushed. D:

I have two more story ideas, though. I think they'll turn out really good. :D

So, I hope you enjoyed this story! Thank for all my reviews, too! 65...Man. I love you guys. This was only my second story. Tell me what you all liked about this so much next time you review! It'll help me out next time I write.