Thanks to everyone who reviewed that last chapter. I'm sorry it was so short, but I'm glad you liked it; kitkat1488, ChelleLew, AliceJericho, nattiebroskette, xSamiliciousx, Sadisticdarkstar, Mandamirra10, Rossi's Lil Devil, DeeMarie426, AyeBlaney, Khaaaaaaan, inksy5967, Megamoo, AddictedFanfiction, MetalMayhem, and IRENELOVE83.

Regarding a sequel; I have nothing in the works now for this one. Maybe in the future I might come back to it. Of course I'll let you know.

Here we go, the last chapter. I hope you all have enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Dear James,

It's been two months since you passed away. Every day it gets a little bit easier, but the knowing that you are no longer with me still crushed me daily. I know you'd tell me to move on, because you're in a good place, with people who love you. I want you to know that I'm trying.

When my parents died, I remember looking up this article about what I was supposed to do to help me kind of let go. The first thing was that I should write down everything I remembered about them. I never did that, though... You know know I hate writing. I don't even like to make grocery lists, let alone lists of things I remember about my parents.

I guess this time I'll give it a whirl, because I feel like it's something you would like. You're probably laughing at this stupid attempt right now, and that's fine. You used to laugh at everything that I did, and I miss that.

Let's see, where do I begin? I guess I could start at the earliest memory that I have of you. You were the only kid on the street that was my age, so we ended up kind of being stuck together. We went to the same church, that's what I remember first was being in Sunday school with you and playing Memory. Then we went to the same schools for our whole lives, and had a lot of the same classes. Everyone thought we were dating or going to get married because we were so close. I feel like everything changed when you told your mom that you were gay. Not in a bad way, obviously, but I feel like we got even closer.

I remember when my dad bet me that one time that if the Predators won I would have to go fishing with him, and I was so sure that they were going to lose because they were on a losing streak, but they won. So I dragged you out with me, and it was pouring down rain in the middle of the summer, and we were soaking wet, and fishing. Then I fell in the river because I slipped in the mud. You laughed so hard, and I hated you for it.

I could never hate you, though. Not even when I thought I was never going to speak to you again, like when you told Jared that I liked him. Or when you "accidentally" knocked me off the tire swing at church and I broke my arm. You were always my number one, through thick and thin. You never let me down and you were always there for me. I don't think I can say the same about myself. I don't feel like I was there for you at all, and I'm sure I let you down more times than I can count. Especially lately...

But I don't regret moving to Vegas. I know you wouldn't want me to regret it. It may sound weird, given all that has happened, but I think moving here was the best decision I ever made. Violet and Kyle are my family now. They're dating, too! They make the cutest couple, James, I wish you could see them. I'm still with Dean, in fact, things have been better than ever. Saying that I love him isn't enough. I can't describe it, James. It's so overwhelming and powerful. That sounds cheesy, I know, but it's the truth.

We moved in together, back in his little apartment. One day it'll be a house, I'm sure, but right now one bed room is all we need. It's just us, for now. I never got to tell you about the baby. Little Jackson James, after you and dad. It didn't exactly go as planned and I ended up losing him. Or her. I didn't get the chance to find out. It's okay though! If Dean and I ever want to start a family we can always adopt. Alex gave me the book you wrote. I read every single story. One day, I'll be able to read them to my baby, and they'll know just how much you would have loved them.

Speaking of Alex, he's coming to visit in a couple of months.

I miss you more than I can say, and I will always miss you. There won't be a day that goes by where I don't think of you, and smile because I remembered something stupid you did. I know I'll see you again, so I'm not worried about the future, you're up there looking after me... And you're not alone, I'm sure.

Say 'hi' to Mom and Dad for me, and tell them I said 'thank you'.

With all my love,

Callie.

"You ready to go?" Dean asked as he sat down on the couch next to me. His hair was still damp from the shower he had just taken. Earlier he told me that he had a surprise for me, and not to make any plans for the day. Violet already had me covered, giving me the day off. I'm pretty sure she was in on it. However, I had no idea what was in store.

"Yep," I replied as I folded up the letter I had written to James and slid it into the children's book he had written for me. I leaned over to Dean, puckering my lips as he met me for a short kiss. "I'm a little nervous, though. I have no idea what all this is about."

"Don't be nervous," he replied as he took my hand to pull me off the couch. "You're going to like it, and that's all I'm sayin'."

"Is it a house?" I asked. "Because I just finished unpacking all of my crap from Violet's."

He didn't answer me, though. Leaving me to spend the entire car ride guessing where we could possibly be going. It had to be a house. That's the only thing I could think of that would be big enough to where he wouldn't tell me or even give me a hint. That or he was going to propose, which was doubtful. I'm sure even Dean would think of a more romantic way to propose than in the middle of the day on a Tuesday.

I texted Kyle to see if he had any idea what was going on, seeing as he and Dean had become pretty good friends in the last couple of months. However, he sent me the emoji with the zipper over it's mouth. Violet also swore herself to silence, which baffled me. She was usually the first to fess up if she knew something.

Whatever this was, it was big.

Finally, we pulled up outside of the salon. Dean smiled at me, telling me to stay where I was. I figured he was going to go get Violet, or something, I don't know. At this point I was no longer guessing, and just decided to go with the flow. It was the only way I could calm my nerves down. He rounded the hood of the car and opened my door for me, taking my hand as he guided me to the sidewalk.

"Tada!" He said, holding his arms out. The only thing in front of him was the salon and an empty store-front that had been up for rent for the past four months after the Hallmark moved to another location. Someone must have bought it, though, because the signs were gone.

"I'm not following you." I said to him. "You brought me to work?"

"Shit," he mumbled. "I forgot this." He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a key on a red ribbon. He held it out to me, dropping it in my hands. "Tada! You are now the owner of this space. It's yours to do what you want with it. I think it'd make a pretty good bookstore, though. Don't ya think?"

My eyes widened at him instantly, but he just stood there with a cheeky grin on his face. "You- Wait, y-you rented this space for me to open up a bookstore? Right next to the salon? Are you serious?"

He nodded, seeming proud of himself. I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. "I love you, too." He mumbled against my lips.

Dean sat me back on my feet and I bolted for the front door of the shop. It had the layout of a Hallmark still, but also had the layout to be the perfect bookstore. I walked around, picturing where everything would go, what it would look like when I was finished with it. I gushed to Dean about where I wanted everything; the fantasy section, adventure, romance, mystery novels. To him, I probably looked like a huge nerd. I can see him telling his friends now, "my girlfriend, the girl who owns a bookstore".

"And over here is where we'll sell coffee and stuff, and Violet's cupcakes or whatever she wants to make." I said as I pointed to where the cash registers should go. "We can put some couches over here. You know, make it really comfortable. I don't want it to be like any other bookstore. I want it to stand out, you know?" Dean just nodded his head and smiled.

"So you're happy with it?" He asked.

The question took me off guard. Of course I was happy with it. "Why'd you do this for me?" I asked, moving to stand in front of him. My hands immediately found his belt loops, hooking my fingers in them to pull him close to me. "And don't just say it's because you love me."

He took a step backwards, pinning me between himself and the checkout counter and lifted me up to sit on it so that it was easier to meet his height. "I did it because I knew this would make you happy." His eyes were as soft as ever. He placed a kiss on my cheek. "Because you deserve the world." He kissed my other cheek. "And because I love you." He finally kissed my lips.

"You're too good to me." I told him, my hands tugging at the back of his hair.

He nodded in agreement. "So, what do you say? You want to break this place in?"

"What?" I asked him with a smile.

"You know." I knew exactly what he was implying.

"You just ruined another perfect moment because you're a horny, old man." He kissed down my neck, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. "Besides, there are windows." I told him, motioning towards the wide open windows that shined the bright sunlight into the store. "Anyone could see."

"There's a back office." He replied with a smile in his voice.

I looked over his shoulder, just to check and see if there was anyone outside. I didn't want them thinking that two crazy kids broke into the old Hallmark just so they could have sex. "I mean, it is my store now." I said. "Oh, what the hell, let's go."

Cue the overly used, cheesy love song about stealing someone's heart... The screen fades to black... The End. I hope all of you enjoyed this ending and this story as a whole. I really loved writing it for all of you. You guys have been so great and supportive, and I couldn't thank you enough for all of your kind words.

1. Small Memory - Jon Hopkins

2. Stolen - Dashboard Confessional

Thank you all so much.