This is also a pretty long chapter, but it's the last one, so...that's an excuse, right?
Saturday, June 8, 8:58 AM
Danville Hospital
Vienna watched, struggling not to laugh, as Adyson stared at the car seat that was on the hospital bed, instruction manual in hand. She had been attempting to figure out how to actually put someone in the seat, and so far, she had had no luck. "Adyson, are you sure you've got this?"
"Quite sure," Adyson snapped. She returned down to glaring at the car seat, fingering one of the buckles and looking at it like she was in a life or death situation and having to figure a complicated puzzle out in order to live. "Though, I will admit...this is a hell of a lot more complicated than I thought it would be."
"Just wait for Isabella to get up here. She, or her mom, will help you put the baby in so you guys can actually, I don't know, get going."
"I just feel so pathetic," Adyson said, biting her lip. "I can't even buckle my daughter into a freaking car." She sighed. "This really proves how good of a mom I'm going to be, isn't it?"
"It proves that you're still learning," Vienna informed her. She sat next to her friend on the bed. "You never meant to be a mother. No one does at our age. But, in this case...it happened." She shrugged. "So, of course you're not going to know how to do the most basic things. You're not supposed to."
Adyson turned and saw her friend giving her an encouraging look. "I guess you're right," she sighed. She stood up now, rubbing her eyes and wondering how she was going to make it through the rest of the day.
"What...the hell...are you doing?" Ginger asked in bewilderment as she walked into her boyfriend's bedroom to see him sitting on the ground, surrounded by various school supplies. All of them looked new, but, knowing Baljeet, Ginger knew that he could have had some of these prepared for years. So to see him looking so disorganized was really...strange.
Baljeet looked up, and his face brightened up. "Oh, Ginger," he sighed, raising his hands up in the air. "Thank the heavens you are here. I am in what you could say is a bit of a dilemma at the moment."
She raised her eyebrows, sitting down on the floor as close as she could to him. Which...was not very close. "Oh? What kind of dilemma?"
"I am running low on school supplies." He took in a very deep breath, and she once again raised an eyebrow, grabbing two of what had to be nearly fifty notebooks off of the top of the large pile that had started to collect dust. She blew it off to try and get it off without using her clothes, but it unfortunately didn't work.
"I beg to differ."
"I am serious," he pleaded as she placed the notebooks back. "Are you aware of the notes that are taken in universities? You practically teach yourself a majority of the time, which I practically do every year, anyway, but they actually require it now!" He continued to ramble as Ginger stood up, rolling her eyes and starting to make her way through the school supplies over to him. He didn't notice this. "I will have to take more notes than ever, Ginger, and with a steady amount of notebooks and pencils, I can be easily assured that it will go along without much conflict..."
By now, Ginger had gotten through all of the notebooks and was now a foot away from him.
"...but now, I do not have any compared to the amount I normally have, and with starting to go to Phineas and Ferb's every summer day, I will not have any time to go to a stationary store and pick anything up, and this means that-"
Baljeet was interrupted in his monolgue by his girlfriend leaning down and kissing him mid-sentence, thereby making him stop talking, obviously. A few seconds afterwards, they parted, and he blinked. "Well, he said, feeling the heat rise up onto his cheeks as Ginger smirked. "That was a very overly-cliched way of doing it, but..." He hesitated, then smiled. "That was a nice way of telling me to keep quiet."
Ginger felt herself smile back as Baljeet placed his arm around her. There they were, surrounded by too many school supplies as they were sharing a romantic moment. She should have thought this was ridiculous, yet, she did not. "I know," she replied, head resting on his shoulder. "That's why I did it."
"Katie, for crying out loud," Savannah groaned as her friend lay on her back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was still in her pajamas, as well, and she hadn't bothered to eat breakfast, claiming to not be hungry. "It's been more than a week. Get the hell over it and go back to being friends with this guy. It's not hard."
"Uh, yeah, it is," Katie shot back. She groaned, still sitting in the same position. "There's no way I can go to dance class tomorrow. I'll be way too mortified to see him. In fact...I'll always be too mortified to see him."
"See, this is why love sucks," Savannah proclaimed out loud, and Katie couldn't tell if she was talking to herself or to her, so she kept quiet. "It messes you up, and it makes you feel emotions that you don't want to feel. Then, you're miserable and a complete bitch to the person that was your friend if it isn't reciprocated and/or it doesn't work out, and then it messes them up, too. Then you're just depressed all of the time."
Katie decided to respond, even if she wasn't supposed to. "Well...sometimes it works out...I guess."
"You're right," Savannah agreed. "It does, sometimes. However, in cases like yours...it doesn't."
"But that's the problem," Katie groaned. She finally decided to sit up, but to sit back on her pillows so that she didn't have to put a lot of effort into it. "I...don't know whether I like him or not. It's just...too weird to think of being...his girlfriend." She shook her head. "Yet...I like it, too. I don't know..."
Savannah scoffed. "Well, I don't know why you're talking to me about this, first of all, since I'm never getting into this relationship crap. Second of all...I can't decide that for you. It's up to you, really." She pulled the hood of her gray hoodie back up onto her head. "Now...if you'll excuse me, I'm getting out of here. I've had enough of talking about this."
Candace, who was visiting by herself for the weekend, frowned at the sight of seeing her brothers sitting on their stomachs right under the tree in the backyard, both examining a blueprint. Ferb was pointing to some things on it, and Phineas was nodding and smiling, pulling a pencil out from behind his ear and making a mark on it. Candace hadn't tried to bust them for several months, now...maybe this would be her chance. "Hey," she said as she walked out into the open. "What are you twerps doing?"
"Hey, Candace!" Phineas said in his usual cheerful manner. He spread the blueprint out even wider so that she could see it. "We're currently coming up with ways to make a baby shower even more awesome than they usually are!"
"Phineas, neither of you have ever been to a baby shower in your lives," Candace pointed out, rolling her eyes. "Other than mine for Amanda, but that one was lame."
"I wouldn't necessarily say it was lame," Ferb began, speaking slowly as if she couldn't understand him. "Just that it was in need of some drastic improvements that one could have easily done."
"Putting anchovies in a freaking cake is not something that could have been easily fixed," she snapped.
"Well, either way," Phineas interjected without realizing. He was still smiling, so Candace had to wonder if he had even been paying attention to what she had been saying. Though, he was a pretty happy person in general, so she couldn't tell. "This is still gonna be awesome!"
Gretchen stared at her house as her mother pulled them up to it, stopping the car once they had reached the driveway since the inside garage was currently being painted. She hadn't seen this house in ten months. Even though she had lived there her whole life...it looked now like a completely foreign object.
"I know this is strange for you," her mother said quietly as she unbuckled her car seat and slid out from the driver's seat, also turning off the radio in the process. "Which is completely understandable."
"It is," was all Gretchen replied with, rubbing the corner of her eye and being careful not to smear her eyeliner, which she still wore a lot of. Yet, she still looked a lot different from the first day that she had stepped into the doors of the psych ward for the first time. Her hair was longer and dyed a darker brown than its natural color, and her clothing wasn't all black; there was some gray, too. Though it wasn't a drastic transformation in terms of a physical change, it was enough, at least for her. She knew that she would never go back to being the preppy, studious girl she had been. Too much had changed in practically no time.
"Well," her mother sighed after her eldest had gotten out of the car and they just stood there, staring at the house. "Let's go in."
"So, how are you and Darren doing?" Django wondered as he sat down at the dining room table. The phone was sitting next to him and was on speaker so that his cousin didn't have to hear him chew his cereal. He really wasn't in the mood to be insulted for eating like a dog.
"Fine," Lilly replied. He could picture her shrugging. "But you already know that. What's the matter with you?"
"What do you mean, what's the matter with me?" he asked indignantly.
"Django." He heard her sigh, as well as something screech, like a chair. "When you call me, it's never just for the hell of it. It means that something else is going on with you, and you don't have the balls to tell anyone else what that is, so I have to be the peacemaker."
He closed his eyes in irritation, knowing that it was all true. "Okay, fine. It's Adyson. I don't know where we stand. I'm confused. My cousin is making me sound like a wimp, once again." He glared at the phone, not that Lilly could see it. "Happy?"
"Quite, thanks," she said sarcastically. "So...what's your problem? So Adyson doesn't want a relationship. So what? She's got a hell of a lot more obligations than you. No offense."
"None taken," he informed her in a somewhat sarcastic tone. "And...I know that, and I get that. My problem is that I don't know if I'm her friend, or her boyfriend-in-waiting...or what."
"My God," she groaned. "Ask her, dammit. This is real life, not an episode of some stupid teen drama." She paused. "Well...it's not supposed to be, anyway. But yeah, just ask her at that baby shower Phineas and Ferb are throwing later. Everyone'll be there. Just talk to her quietly and ask. Bam. You're welcome."
"I appreciate it," Django dryly told her. He hung up before she could reply, glancing down at his cereal, which had gotten soggy. Of course.
"Mom, can't you see what they're doing?" Candace cried to her mother, who was sitting down in a chair and reading the newspaper. The twenty-three year old attempted to grab her mother's attention, but to no avail. Linda just ignored her. "Mom."
"Candace, for crying out loud," Linda groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're out of college. You're married. You have a two-year old daughter. Can't you find a better thing to do around here than to try and bust your brothers?"
"No." Her daughter glared at her. "No, I cannot."
While their sister continued to ramble inside to their mother about how she had to look outside and see what the boys were doing, Phineas was looking down at the blueprint and frowning. "Ferb, are we going to need two-inch screws or one-and-a-half-inch for these tables?" He held two out, and Ferb lifted up his mask that protected his face against wood chips away to look, pointing at the former. "That's what I thought, too. Thanks, Ferb."
"So...what exactly are you lot making?" Emily, who had arrived minutes before, asked her friend and boyfriend. "I know you're holding a baby shower, and it's just a typical one, only...more awesome-"
"Exactly," Phineas interrupted, grinning. "It's gonna be awesome, but it can't be too awesome, because a baby's going to be there. They don't like too much excitement, according to Ferb."
Emily looked at Ferb, who nodded. "Well, that's cool. Anything I can help with?"
"Hmm." Phineas thought for a second. "Do you know how to bake a cake?"
As they were driving away from the hospital, Isabella and her mom in the two front seats and Adyson and Vienna in the back, the last two and Isabella were looking down at the little bundle in the car seat. She was fast asleep, and had been since the night before. "She sleeps just like you," Isabella teased her, and Adyson rolled her eyes.
"Hardy-har-har."
Until Adyson would be able to afford to have her own place, since she had gotten a part-time job at a local bookstore, she would be continuing to live at the Garcia-Shapiro's, having a little basinette for a bed for the baby. Her mom had actually tried to make contact with her after hearing the news of the delivery from a fellow parent, but Adyson had ignored her offers of coming back. She wasn't going to go back there. Not after what her mom had done to her.
"It's crazy to think of all that happened in these past nine months," she continued, biting her lip as she looked down at her daughter. As of right now...Hope Sweetwater was a completely innocent person, which would eventually change once she came to the realities of life and started to live them the way her mother had to. "You guys know what they are."
Isabella and Vienna both nodded, grim looks on their faces. The latter looked away, since her conflict with Buford still had not been resolved.
"But...would I take back anything that led me to her?" Adyson wondered. She rocked the car seat just a little bit. She shook her head. "No...I wouldn't."
Just a few months before, Holly couldn't have imagined being in the same room as the two people she was currently talking to, let alone sitting with both of them in a cafe at the same table, she and the one person getting coffee and the other a cup of milk with various flavors of syrup in it.
"I'm glad we're all good," Holly informed Irving and Aubrey, nodding and holding her mug between her hands. Even when it was summer, it still felt good.
"Same here," Irving said. He glanced down at his phone after hearing a beep that signaled the fact that Phineas and Ferb were doing something new, and his eyes widened in excitement. He said nothing, however, just grinning, taking out his giant scrapbook from nowhere, and writing down the new information. Both Holly and Aubrey chose to ignore this the way they always did, just smiling at each other.
"I'm glad we're friends again," Aubrey told Holly as she licked a corner of her lip and giggled at the way it tickled. "I was tired of not being your friend. Friends are good."
Holly nodded, knowing now how true that was. She clinked her mug against Aubrey's. "Yes, Aubrey. Friends are good."
Milly sighed, trying to be patient as her best friend since kindergarten was talking in absolute hysteria to her about her best friend from dance class. Gretchen was supposed to come over in a mere few minutes, and while she liked talking to Katie, this really wasn't the best time to do so. Also, with her sister learning to walk, nothing was going well in her house, with everything made baby-safe and having to climb over those stupid gates at every stairway since she couldn't figure out how to open them. "Katie-"
"I just don't get it, Milly," Katie cried. "I-I mean, h-he's never showed any kind of...like for me. But, I don't know, I think I might like him, too. But what if it doesn't work, or what if something else happens, or-"
The doorbell rang. "Listen, Katie, I have to go. Gretchen's back now from the psych ward," Milly told her as she stood up, prepared to step over the gate. "But just think about one thing."
Katie sniffed. "What?"
"Is it really better for you to be in this misery?" she asked quietly after stepping over, since she was now getting closer to the door. "Can you risk losing both the friendship and the potential like you have going on here? You don't want to live your life wondering, What if, do you?"
"Well..." She hesitated. "No. But-"
She didn't get to finish, because Milly had already hung up.
An hour later at the shower
"Oh, God," Adyson said in disbelief as she looked at the Flynn-Fletcher's backyard that Isabella had conveniently led her to. There were...a lot of giant balloons just kind of floating in the air, not going anywhere, and below the tree were some other things that Adyson couldn't yet see since she was right at the gate. She could see her friends and sort-of friends, on the other hand, some there to greet her while others were farther away, just talking to each other. "What in God's name is this?"
"A baby shower since we forgot to hold one for you before the baby was born," Phineas said, shrugging. "Oh well."
"Oh my God," Adyson said again, shaking her head as she looked down at the car seat she was holding. "You guys...are insane. But...what's up with the giant balloons?"
"Oh, you'll see," Emily told her, nudging Ferb, who tried not to laugh out loud and pretty much succeeded except for a snort that came out.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Candace was still having no luck on getting her mom to come out and see the giant balloon things that were out there. Linda was well aware of the fact that there was a baby shower, and she said she would come out later to attend. Later was the key word. "Mom. For crying out loud, just look out the window!"
Linda looked out the window, only to look at Candace wearily. "I see nothing."
"But..." She trailed off, seeing that a giant white sign was in front of the view of the balloons. The sign didn't even say anything; it was just there. "Oh, come on."
"Please tell me Buford is coming," Vienna pleaded to Baljeet as everyone else went over to have a turn to look at the baby. V had already seen it, obviously, and Baljeet said that he would have a look later since he did not care to wait in a long line. "You've talked to him, right?"
"No, I have talked to him, left." He smirked, and Vienna rolled her eyes
"You're so hilarious," she said sarcastically, placing her hands on her hips. "Seriously, is he coming?"
"I do not see why not. Buford does not miss a thing that Phineas and Ferb do. And if he does...that is very strange."
"Well, tell me if you see him, okay?" She didn't hesitate to say any of what she was about to say. "I was a total jerk to him, and I need to apologize for being so. I know he wasn't the one who wrote the article. I know that it was your girlfriend, and I know that she told you. You knew all along."
While Vienna did not know this, Buford was there, and he had listened to their entire conversation. As soon as she walked away and joined her other friends, he poked his head out of the tree that they had been standing by. "She...knows?" he said, astonished.
"I believe she made that clear, Buford." Baljeet stole a chip from a bag, beginning to munch on it.
"Well then, why hasn't she said anything?"
"Girls are complicated creatures, Buford," his frenemy informed him as he groaned and slapped his forehead, also unknowingly losing his balance on the tree limb he was perched on. "Whenever you think they do not know anything, it turns out that-"
He was interrupted for the second time that day, but this time, it was from Buford falling and landing on him, making them both crash to the ground.
Gretchen gulped as she led Isabella and Emily into the house, where they could be in a private place, which, in this case specifically, was the hallway upstairs so that Linda and Candace wouldn't hear them. After ascending the staircase, she took a deep breath. "Okay, look," was the first thing she said after they had all gotten comfortable. Both Emily's and Isabella's eyes were wide, and Gretchen couldn't tell who was the most afraid of her, right now. "I just want it to be clear: What happened was nobody's fault except for mine." When Emily opened her mouth, she cut her off. "Yes, the two of you becoming friends began the snowball, but I dealt with it not by breaking up that snowball, but...just letting it continue."
"Did you get my letter?" Isabella blurted out. "Because, well...everything I said on there is true."
"I'm sure it is." Gretchen nodded, looking at Emily. "But...I can never be your best friend. It's clear that the two of you are the real best friends, here. I can't break that up."
"But you were the best friends, before..." Emily said quietly, trailing off at the last syllable.
"Perhaps, but...this has been going on for eight years. Eight. Years. People change in eight years, and sometimes, not necessarily for the better. But in this case...it was." Gretchen shrugged. "I'm not mad at either of you. Yes, we can be friends again, but...we just have to accept the fact that it won't be the same, and you also won't be seeing me as often this summer."
They looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?" Isabella said quietly. Both were starting to look more calm, now.
"I'm taking courses this entire summer so that I possibly have a chance of going to college the year after you guys do. Since I screwed my entire year up, the school is giving me one more chance to redeem myself, so, obviously, I'm taking that last chance."
"That's good." Much to Gretchen's surprise, Isabella was smiling, now, and smiling in the way that she hadn't for a very long time. "Actually...that's great, Gretchen. You deserve to have your life back in order."
"And I know you say you don't want it, but I'm sorry," Emily told her. "I never thought that you had become the way you had become...I should have known how close the both of you were before I barged in."
"You didn't barge in," Gretchen said. "And...thanks." She started to smile. Finally, her life was drama-free. And, best of all...she had her friend back, as well as another one that came along with her.
"You're being ridiculous," Lilly snapped to her friend, who was staring with wide eyes at the guy who had just walked in through the gate and was clearly searching for her. "I told him to get his ass over here so that you could shut the hell up and quit annoying everyone here."
"But I'm not ready," Katie whispered, biting her nails. "I just-"
"Katie?" she heard her best friend say, and her eyes squeezed shut. She prayed silently for this to not go horribly before opening them and turning around.
"Yeah?" she wondered, pretending like her heart wasn't beating like crazy and that she wasn't going to faint. Lilly rolled her wheelchair away after this, scanning the area for Holly before finding her and going over.
"Look..." Drew hesitated. "...I'm sorry, okay? I know you still like Phineas, and that I...probably really startled you. I'm...sorry."
"I don't still like Phineas." She said this matter-of-factly, as if he was supposed to know or had figured it out. Though, by his facial expression, he had not.
"Um...what?" He blinked. "Why wasn't I told about this?"
"I don't know." She shrugged, being sure not to look directly at him. "I mean...no. I...really don't like him anymore. And I don't know why."
He raised an eyebrow. "Don't you?"
"No...I mean, um..." Katie was well aware of how stupid she was sounding, but she didn't how else to say the words she was trying to say. "Look, I-"
"Katie." He said this so quietly and in such a mysterious tone that Katie stopped talking. "When I told you liked you...I wasn't clear on what I wanted, and I think that's what freaked you out. What I wanted...was to be honest with you. Not necessarily have a relationship."
"Really? But...I mean..." Her head was starting to spin with confusion and...dread?
"I was tired of not being honest with you." He shrugged. "That's all."
"But..." She trailed off again, not knowing how to reply. Not that she needed to, since he had already left the party, walking out of the gate. It was as if he had never even been there and had just been a hologram. For all Katie knew...he could have been just a hologram.
Sighing, she crouched down against the fence, watching the party. Everyone laughing at whatever game they were playing, couples snuggling up against each other, friends punching each other in the arms playfully. While watching all of this, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Startled, she fished it out, typed in the password, and read the message, in which her eyes widened.
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Adyson had decided beforehand that it wouldn't be such a good idea for her to participate in any of the party games, just watch and laugh at everyone trying to do something, whatever they were doing. She was sitting under the tree, her daughter beside her, still in that little car seat that Adyson had had a hell of a time with earlier. All Adyson could really do at this time was to stare at her, the person that had changed her life forever.
She heard someone sit down next to her at the tree, and she turned to see Django. "Hey," she said quietly, not wanting to disturb the baby. Not that Hope would wake up, anyway.
"Hey," Django said in reply. She noticed that he was staring down at the baby, as well, and that his facial expression had changed upon the first sight of her. She saw him gulp and put his hand up over his mouth. "Oh...my God."
Adyson's brows furrowed. "What?"
"Ad...she looks just like you." Now his eyes were on her, and he was smiling. "I mean...just like you. She's like you, in general."
Adyson blinked. While she had gotten many comments on how cute the baby was...she had never gotten that comment. She expecially wasn't expecting that comment to come from Django, of all people. "Are... you serious?"
"Very." He smiled back down at the baby again, who yawned once. He laughed a little. "She's gonna be a lazy one, and..." He hesitated a bit on saying this next part. "She's going to be just as pretty."
Adyson felt herself blush. "Heh. Well...um..." She wasn't sure how to reply.
"Look, Ad." He adjusted his seat, leaning back against the tree trunk. "What are we?"
"What...are we?" she echoed.
"Yeah. Are we friends, or...what? I'm...just confused." He cleared his throat, just to clear some of the awkwardness that was rising in the air, and she sat there, thinking. "I get that you don't want a relationship right now, which I get, don't get me wrong. Again, it's just that I'm confused. Am I always going to be a friend to you, or are we going to try again soon, or-"
He was interrupted by a tap of the shoulder. He turned his head slowly, only to be the victim of the surprise kiss this time. After several seconds, she broke it off, going back to her original position while he sat there, stunned. "That's the last one you're getting for a while," she said teasingly as she slowly rocked the car seat. She was smiling, clearly proud of herself for pulling it off. "Do you understand?"
He sat there, grinning goofily. "Yeah..."
Vienna groaned as the last party game was finishing up, as well as the actual party itself. Much to Candace's dismay, the giant balloons had mysteriously disappeared, so everyone, including her mother, had never gotten to see what they would have done with those.
Throughout the party, Vienna still hadn't seen Buford, which truly pissed her off. And in twenty minutes, everyone would be leaving. Meaning that, soon...she would have to leave, too, without apologizing to Buford. Grumbling under her breath, she went over to the tree, which, for once, had no one underneath it. Everyone else was looking at Perry, who had just appeared out of nowhere, like he always did. "Oh, there you are, Perry!" she heard Phineas exclaim. "Gosh, you missed all the fun."
Not all of us had fun, Vienna thought bitterly as she took a seat on a nearby plastic chair and sat in the shade. In fact, some of us were hoping for a certain person to show up. By some of us, I mean me.
"Look, Buford," she sighed. She didn't care that no one was there to hear it; she just had to say it. "I was a total bitch to you about that article. I...should have known that you didn't want to break up with me, and that the person was Ginger, who apologized, but I still don't think I can forgive her. But, either way, we're not the two main characters in a drama, though I certainly made it seem like we were. We have our differences, but...I've always loved you." She shrugged. "There really is no better way of saying it."
"I know."
Vienna shrieked, jumping out of her chair out of fright, and Buford, startled by this shriek, once again lost his balance and fell right where she had been sitting from the tree. She stared at him, shocked, as this happened, and watched him sit up and rub his head. "Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked worriedly, helping him up. "That had to hurt."
"Meh, not really." He brushed himself off, and V just looked at him. This was the first time they had had a conversation since she had broken up with him, and she was now starting to feel uneasy. But Buford just continued to talk. "So...how've ya been lately?"
"Fine." She swallowed. "Look...there's something I have to tell you-"
"Ya don't have to." He shrugged. "I already heard. Every lil' thing ya just said." As her mouth dropped open, he placed his finger on her lips, and she grew silent. For several seconds, they both just stood there in those positions, just staring at each other.
"You know," Vienna said quietly, taking his finger off, "You can be a real romantic when you want to be, and you don't even try."
"Really." He raised his eyebrow, an expression that V had always loved on him. "Maybe I should actually try for once. Get on that chair and stand on it."
Vienna smirked at him as she did this. "Oh, I see how this is supposed to be."
"I'm glad ya do." With that, after she stood up on the chair, she leaned down and kissed him, making their make-up official.
As everyone said their goodbyes to Phineas, Ferb, and Perry until the next day, in which they all would arrive just the way they did on every summer's day, they all thought about how much had happened in the past year that ultimately led them to this baby shower in the first place. So much stuff had happened, all of it completely unexpected, and not a whole lot of it had been pretty.
There had been drama in relationships, crushes, in friendships, and how relationships, crushes, and friendships came together or even disappeared, some to reappear after.
There had been drama that involved pets.
There had been drama with parents.
There had even been drama that didn't involve another living thing.
But all of this drama had happened, even though none of it had been planned. Life wasn't planned in general, which all eighteen teenagers had come to realize. Overall, they had come to realize that in life, they were to expect the unexpected.
And, perhaps...that was the very best thing that they could have ever come to learn.
~The End
Wow...that's it, you guys. That's...frickin'...it. Seven and a half months and fifty chapters later...it's done. I can't believe it.
Okay, so to start off this long ass author's note that you all are going to hate me for, since it requires even more reading, I just want to thank all of you for reading, because, well, I kind of have to thank you for even bothering to click on the link that led to the first chapter of this story, which really was just an author's note that probably scared you into even starting, not that I would blame you. That thing is huge. But, again, thank you for sticking with this story, leaving feedback, offering me ideas. I appreciate all of it.
As for what I'm going to be doing after this story...there's Savannah's little spin-off thing that I'm going to be starting this summer about her summer out of town, having to not be around her friends for their very last summer all together in Danville. As to when this summer I'll be starting it...I have no idea. XD So don't ask, because I don't know. After that, I'll be holding off on big projects for a while.
I'll also probably do some one-shots, though I doubt they're all going to be for PnF. So look out for me possibly doing some of those, since I haven't written any in a while.
So, now that this story's over...I want to know what you guys thought of it, in general. What was your favorite/the best storyline, and what was your least favorite/most boring storyline? Same with characters, or whatever else you can think of...I'm genuinely curious.
All right, so...I guess you'll hear again from me eventually. I hope you enjoyed reading this story, and now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go sleep since this story took me forever to write.
