Notes: This was just a fun little chapter I wrote to torture the readers. I probably didn't need it…actually…I did. Ha-ha. Even before I wrote these chapters, I knew I'd have to post them together. Tomorrow the last three chapters will be posted! Ah! It makes me so sad to see this story finishing! Ignore the errors.
Warning: Language and Violence.
Summary: They were her boys. She was their girl. They were all best friends. Together forever. After the Ray Brower adventure, then what? What happens after? Find out here.
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
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Feels like I have always known you
And I swear I dreamt about you
All those endless nights I was alone
It's like I've spent forever searching
Now I know that it was worth it
With you it feels like I am finally home
-Speechless, The Veronicas

I woke up a morning sometime in October feeling really weird. I felt like something was going to happen, I just didn't know what.

It was Wednesday. That Saturday was the Homecoming dance, so that meant that Friday was the game, which also meant the school was going crazy about it.

"Are any of you going to the dance?" Gordie asked us that morning before homeroom.

We all shook our heads no. Gordie blushed and I couldn't help but smile. "You asked Molly!!"

Gordie blushed even darker. "Do you have to tell everyone?" He demanded.

I actually clapped my hand over my mouth and giggled. I could have died.

"And now I have to go alone. Why couldn't one of you guys go too?" Gordie complained.

"Because none of us were asked." Teddy said. "Or we were rejected." We all figured what he meant. Sabrina Parker had turned him down…again.

"Excuse me, but I was asked." I butted in, regretting those words the minute they left my mouth.

"By who?" Vern asked.

"Todd Kirk-"

"After what he did, he had the nerve to ask you?" Chris interrupted, sounding angry.

"Arthur Pierce-"

"Two guys asked you?" Vern looked shocked.

"And Jacob Magee." I finished.

"Why would three guys ask you?" Teddy said rudely.

I glared at him. "Because I'm amazing."

"And you aren't going with anyone?" Chris asked.

I looked over at him. "Nope."

"Why?" He asked, his eyes, like, burning into mine.

I swallowed hard and willed myself to stay calm. "Because the right guy didn't ask me."

He nodded slowly as the bell rang for first period. Chris was still walking me to all of my classes. I liked to pretend we were together and he loved me as much as I loved him.

Daydreaming is fun.

Nothing happened until third period, when everything seemed to go wrong. I was sitting there, reading my science book and doing my homework, like I should have been doing, when a girl named Elizabeth Reid, who sat across the aisle from me, leaned over to me and went psst!

I looked over to her. "What?" I was almost done with my homework and I didn't wanna have to finish it tonight.

"Are you and Chris Chambers dating?" She asked.

A few people have asked, or assumed, that lately. I mean, I can see where they're coming from, I guess.

"No, we aren't." I told her, turning back to my work.

"But you two are so cute together!" She got a dreamy look on her face.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your daydream, but Chris and I are just friends. We're best friends."

"You guys would be the perfect couple though!" She insisted.

I shrugged. "I guess we'll never know."

Elizabeth finally let me go back to my homework. When I turned, Gordie was looking at me funny.

"What?" I demanded.

"You are so dumb." He told me.

I raised an eyebrow and looked to the side. "Thanks?"

"You and Chris would make a good couple. You're perfect for each other."

I sighed, feeling myself get depressed. "We're friends Gordie, you know that."

"Oh please." He rolled his eyes. Teddy turned around to listen when Gordie said calmly, like he knew everything, "You both want to be something more. You're just too stubborn to see it."

I could feel myself blush. I couldn't believe he said that. I looked down. "Whatever." I mumbled.

Later that day in Gym, Gordie came up to me, looking little worried. "Don't be mad." Was the first thing he said to me.

"About what?" I asked, feeling confused.

"Promise you won't get mad first." He said, holding out his pinky.

"I'm going to get mad if you don't just tell me already." But I hooked my pinky with his and we shook on it.

"Now tell me." I insisted.

He gave me a regretful look, then looked down and mumbled, "Someone, who wasn't me, told Chris that you like him."

My eyes flew wider the ever before. "W-wh-wha-what?!" My breath seemed to stop and I felt lightheaded. I had to sit down. Gordie grabbed my arm and sat me down on the bleachers.

"Are you mad?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I'm…scared."

"This'll work out."

"No, it won't!" I cried out.

He put his hand on my shoulder. "Yes, it will. Trust me, okay?"

I took a few deep breaths. "Whatever. I don't think I'll be able to face him at all today."

But our next period was lunch. And all through it, there was such a heavy, awkward silence over us. We kept looking over at each other when we thought the other person wasn't looking. It was so horrible, I could have died. If I could have self-combusted right then and there, I think I would have.

After twenty-five horrible, never ending minutes passed, I couldn't take it anymore and stood up. Without saying anything, I threw my stuff away and left.

I had math with him after lunch, which could be even worse because none of the guys were there to help force a conversation.

It was even more awkward than I thought it would be. We couldn't even look at each other. And every time one of us tried to say something, nothing happened. We couldn't do it. I had ruined a perfectly good friendship because of a crush that had gotten way out of hand. I had to fall in love with my best friend, and then ruin it somehow. I don't even know how I did it either!

In art, Gordie seemed to sense how I was feeling because he let me sit in silence as we worked on out art project together. It had to do with emotion, ironic isn't it? A few days before, we decided to make a little guide and have different colors represent different feelings. We had a big poster board and while Gordie did random things in yellow for happiness, I was sitting silently slashing the paper with black and red and blue, for fear, anger and sadness.

Even by the end of the day, after I had gotten home, I couldn't seem to forgive myself for loving Chris.

And I think a small part of me didn't want to.