*So this is technically the last chapter, but the Epilogue is next! I'd also like to apologize for how short this chapter is.

Chapter 21: Well Duh

Annabel's POV

I sat up in bed to see that Simon had left. I frowned and glanced around the room. I could tell it was most likely sometime in the afternoon by the bright light shining through my window. I climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen for a nice yogurt breakfast. I had really missed my favorite dairy product.

I wasn't really surprised to see that Simon wasn't hiding out in the kitchen. I figured he must have left, he needed to get that confrontation with his parents over with after all. I was surprised however to see a note on the fridge. I never pinned him as the note leaving type. I slid the magnet over and let the thin paper fall into my hands.

Left to see my parents. I might come back later today if I'm not under house arrest.

-Simon

I smiled to myself and threw the note in the trash, no reason to keep it around after I'd read it, right? I grabbed a yogurt from inside the fridge and then wrestled a spoon out of the cluttered silverware drawer. I headed for the living room, hoping a mystery movie would be playing on one of the many movie channels.

I was in luck and made it most of the way through the movie before the doorbell rang. I wasn't angry about missing any of the program because I was positive that the murderer was the gardener. It was just so obvious. I walked down the long hallway that led to the front door and opened it to reveal Simon.

"So, not under house arrest?" I asked. Simon smiled and shook his head.

"My mother was furious, she eventually just left the room, claiming she couldn't handle me anymore," Simon replied. I moved aside so he could enter my home. I locked the door back up and walked with him down the hallway, back to the living room.

"And your dad?" I asked as we sat on the couch.

"All I had to do was say that I had a fantastic week with a wonderful girl," Simon replied. "I suppose he assumed we slept together a lot during our time together, because he mentioned something about not supporting me if I ever got a girl pregnant as he left the room."

"Lets never mention that I was the girl you were with during that week if I'm ever around your family," I stated.

"Oh, why not? They'll only think you are a bit slutty," Simon teased. I rolled my eyes. Simon glanced at the TV. "Oh, I've seen this. The husband was the murderer."

"What?" I asked, a bit shocked that my presumption had been wrong. "But why would he do that?"

"The gardener and the wife were having an affair," Simon replied. "Why?"

"Well, I thought it was the gardener," I stated. "I can't believe I was wrong."

"You can't always be right," Simon said. I shook my head as if his statement was preposterous.

Simon's POV

Annabel looked a bit put off at the thought that she could possibly be wrong. I grabbed the remote to the TV and started going through the channels. I figured she wouldn't mind much considering the movie was almost over and I had told her the ending.

"What are you doing?" Annabel asked. "This is my house and my TV, I get to choose what we watch next."

"But I'm your guest. And my mother always says guests come first," I replied.

"That's what my dad said," Annabel muttered. "That's why we have an awful cheery bathroom and a comforting guest room."

"Yeah, that bathroom is awfully cheery," I laughed. I remember that all the yellow had hurt my eyes the first time I went into that room, the second time wasn't quite so bad.

I put an arm around Annabel and pulled her closer to me. I picked out a different movie, one that wasn't about murders and cheating. A happy chick-flick.

"So, Simon, am I like your girlfriend now?" Annabel asked tentatively. She cast her brown eyes up to look at me. I smiled easily and ruffled her hair slightly.

"Well duh," I stated. A smile spread across her lips as I leaned down to kiss her.

A/N: I'm not at all happy with this chapter but I give up on it because it's not all that important.

The last chapter will be added on Monday…probably around noon or whenever I decide to turn on the computer.