Hey! 2 more chapters! ;-;

Someday I might clean up this series... Maybe make it an original series? The whole thing is kind of sloppy, so it sucks in a lot of ways, but I loved writing it. :)

Enjoy!

"Oh, you're still our friend even though Simon's gone?" Rylan scoffed, shifting his backpack on his right shoulder.

Josh smirked at him. "I was friends with you guys before he and I started dating."

Haley flicked Rylan's ear and rolled her eyes, the pizza emojis glinting under the light in the school hallway.

"Where do you get these contacts?" Josh asked with a chuckle.

"I know a girl," she shrugged, pulling a sketchbook out of her purse. "Here, Simon wanted me to give this to you. I know, he acted like he was dying and he needed to will this to you, but you know him."

"He just wanted me to have something to remember him by." Josh nodded, his lips twitching as he flipped the sketchbook open, the first sketch being one of his dog.

Danni kicked her feet up onto the desk next to her in the front row of seats in the History classroom.

"Are we allowed to hang out in here after school?" Sarah asked warily.

Danni waved her hand dismissively. "Of course. Louisa's boyfriend wouldn't mind—"

"He's not my boyfriend!" Louisa hissed.

"—and no one's coming in here anyway. We'll head over to the coffee shop in a few minutes."

"Leo's testing for his green belt this weekend," Fiona gushed proudly. "He's so great at Tae Kwon Do."

"I've seen him practicing. He looks like he has a lot of fun with it." Danni said, unwrapping a piece of bubble gum and popping it into her mouth. She held the pack out to her friends, silently asking them if they wanted a piece.

Sarah took one and the other two politely refused.

"So what's going on with Mr. Dillon, Miss Clarke?" Fiona asked slyly.

"Yeah, we want all the juicy details." Danni smirked.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but…" Louisa took a deep breath. "I fell in love with him the first moment I saw him."

Her friends remained silent.

She looked up at their shocked faces. "I honestly expected more of a verbal response to that."

"Um, babe," Danni pointed toward the front of the classroom.

"You know," Luke begin, pulling some papers out of his desk, and Louisa clasped her hands over her mouth, mortified, "when I said that I'd like to keep our personal lives out of the classroom, I meant it."

Sarah perked up. "Oh, I just remembered, I have to meet Jacob at the coffee shop."

"Oh, yeah, Leo's going to be there," Fiona pretended to realize.

"Wait for me, guys, I'm avoiding Eric," Danni joked, following her friends out of the classroom with a quick pat on Louisa's shoulder as silent support.

Louisa stared at Danni's seat and then slowly stood up from the desk. "I have to go."

"Louisa," Luke acknowledged before she could scurry out of the room.

"You know it's your fault," she snapped, turning around to glare at him.

"My fault?" Luke laughed, sitting on the edge of his desk and crossing his arms over his chest. "Enlighten me, Louisa, how is it my fault that you fell in love with me?"

Louisa scoffed. "You just drop into town and save my life, not to mention my daughter's life—"

"Anyone would have done what I did," Luke said easily.

"—and then you turn out to be our substitute and you're sweet and handsome and smart and funny—"

"Handsome?"

"Oh, and conceited I see." Louisa sighed.

"You're the one that said I was handsome, I'm just making sure I heard correctly."

"I said no such thing." She squared her shoulders proudly and continued on her way to the door. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Louisa," Luke gripped her arm to stop her. He leaned down a little so his head was beside hers. "Love, wait until my time as your substitute is over, and then we'll talk."

Louisa swallowed a gasp when his lips brushed against her cheek, and when he let her arm go, she hurried out of the room, trying to hold back a giddy smile.

"I can't do this," Michael shrugged, standing outside of the visiting room.

Emily cocked her head to side, looking at him thoughtfully. "Shouldn't I be the one nervous about this?"

"You want to see him, I don't. You forgave him, I can't." Michael said simply.

"Can you try to understand him?" Emily asked, taking his hands and entwining their fingers. "He was scared and angry and hurt, and he did something he shouldn't have. He realized what he was doing was wrong and tried to fix it."

"What are you saying?" Michael sighed.

"I'm saying that you two are a lot alike. You were scared and you made a mistake, but you fixed it. He did what he thought would make it up to me after all those years of pain: he let me go. Michael, I know you don't forgive him, and you didn't forgive yourself for a long time, but you will forgive him. Please, do this for me?"

Michael took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

Emily smiled brightly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him down so their lips could meet. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he murmured, letting her pull him into the room. They sat at one of the tables, and Lawrence walked through the door on the other side of the room.

"Emily," he breathed, his eyes wide as he sat down, as if he couldn't believe she was there.

"Hey, dad," she smiled, placing a hand on Michael's shoulder. "This is Michael, my boyfriend."

"Hello, son," Lawrence held out his hand over the table.

Michael stared at it, contemplating whether he should shake it or not, when Emily gently jabbed her elbow against his arm, and he took Lawrence's hand reluctantly.

"I'll come back, dad," Emily promised.

"I love you, Peachy Girl," Lawrence said.

"I know."

"Michael," Lawrence said as his daughter made her way to the door after their visiting time had run out.

Michael swallowed and turned back to Lawrence slowly. "Yeah?"

"Take care of her for me?" He sighed, his eyes flitting back to Emily, waiting for Michael patiently. "I let her down, I let her mother down. Please make sure she's safe and happy. She trusts you."

"That's what I live for, sir," Michael nodded once, already heading back to the door.

Emily slipped her arm around Michael's back and his rested over her shoulders as they walked down the hallway to the building exit. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I didn't say anything."

"What did he say to you?" She asked gently.

Michael kissed her temple. "He asked me to do what he never could, but what he's always wanted for you: to be safe and happy."

"And what did you say?"

"I promised. Darling," he stopped walking in the middle of the parking lot, taking her shoulders in his hands, "I live for you. There will never be another—this is it for me. I'm done. Making you happy and keeping you safe and waking up to you every morning and falling asleep beside you every night is all I want to do for the rest of my life. I wouldn't ask for anything else."

"What are you saying?" Emily murmured, holding his gaze with her emerald orbs.

"I'm saying," he said as he draped his arm over her shoulders again and continued to their car. "That when the time is right, when we're in the right place, I'm going to propose."

"This isn't the right place?" She laughed.

He smirked. "Who wants to be proposed to in a prison parking lot?"

"I wouldn't really mind." Emily shrugged.

Michael pulled her to a stop again. "Alright."

"What?" She whispered, watching him sink to one knee as he reached into his jacket pocket.

"Emily Beth Finley, almost four years ago, even though I was too much of an idiot douche to realize it at the time, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you blush. I fall in love all over again every time I see you blush, every time you kiss me, every time you laugh. Every time I lay eyes on you, I think, 'I want to spend the rest of my life with her.' You're the reason I strive to be better in everything I do. I've made mistakes, and I'll spend forever making them up to you. I'll do anything I can do make you happy and keep you safe. Will you make me the happiest man in the world? Will you marry me?"

"Yes. Of course, yes," she said, waiting patiently for him to slip the ring onto her finger before kissing him deeply. He stood up slowly and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground and spinning, causing her to laugh fondly against his lips.

I didn't really plan for that last part to happen...it just sort of...did.

There will not be a Mimily wedding!

Maybe I'll write a oneshot or something though.

I do, however, have a oneshot planned for another couple that'll be like a bazillion words long and I've been putting off writing it until after WAYN is finished just because.

"We're only kids, honest and true, we're free to swing from the rope they try to hang us on. And swing from the rope, the rope that bound. And try to remember in our darkest hours that they can't, no, they won't keep us down." -Swing, Juliet Simms

-Rachel