Oks, last chapter, sorry if this wasn't as… well humorous as my first one… I just kind of winged this one! ^_^.. hope you enjoyed it.

Jareth didn't do that great of a job on the whole time rearranging thing. We missed school and Grace and I had missed show choir, which is going to resolve in some major chewing out of the ass

"Ms. Johnson's going to chew our ass' out for missing show choir this morning," Grace stated as we stood in the empty school parking. It was about 10:00 at night.

"My parents are going to freaking kill me," Carmen added, "We were suppose to go to Cat's tonight. My parents ordered the tickets like 6 months ago."

"That's my fault, I should have never wished you to the Labyrinth," I said guiltily, sitting down on the cool pavement.

"Well, I'm not going to hold it against you," Carmen said joining me on the ground, "That was quite an adventure." Grace and Trevor sat down also.

"I wonder if my parents remember me now…" Trevor said thoughtfully, looking sort of hopeful, "That would suck if I went home, and they were all "Who are you?"

"I'm sure Jareth took care of that," Grace assured him, patting him on the back. I looked at her questioningly and she shrugged in response.

You probably are wondering why we are complaining about getting in trouble with our parents yet still sitting around the school parking lot. I suppose we are all still taking it in. It will take a bit of adjustment to have Trevor back.

"Hey, my car is still here!" Carmen said happily, "Do any of you want to use my car phone?"

"Yeah, I should call my parents," Grace said, she stood up.

"Trevor?" Carmen asked.

"Nah, that's ok," He said, waving her off.

"Um, Grace you wanna call my mom for me?" I asked, smiling, "I don't feel like her interrogation." Grace knows how ruthless my mother can be, so I didn't expect her to say yes. She eyed me suspiciously.

"Sure," was all she said, and she and Carmen headed over to the car. I watched them both jog off and then stood up myself. Trevor watched me intently.

"Well, yeah… I am… uh... cold so I'll just sit in Grace's car," I said, slowly, dusting over my jeans.

"Wait a sec," Trevor said quickly, rising too.

"Yes?"

"I uh… well, I've had a lot of time to think over the year that I was in the labyrinth," He started, "I mean, I didn't really have anything else to do… but… I realized that what I did to you last summer, how I guess… I… well… basically just used you. And… and… and…"

"Yes, you used me, I got that part," I said, rudely, growing impatient. This was a touchy subject for me ok?

"Well…" It's hard for him to admit he's wrong I guess… but I didn't want to her it.

"Wait, Trevor, before you say anything more," I interrupted, anticipating what he was going to say, "I know what your getting at, and well, to be frank, its to late. I'm finally getting back into my old routine before I met you, and now, well, I can't handle it. Ever since last summer, I scrutinized everything we did, those weeks, or I guess, everything that I did to screw it up, I couldn't think of one thing that would make me deserve how you hurt me." *GRACE, HURRY* it was starting to rain, "I've been in love with you ever since I've met you. And just as I start thinking I MIGHT be able to go through life without having to care for my fricking broken heart, I am confronted by you again. OK, wishing you to the Labyrinth for a year was completely unfair of me and actually very cruel, and I am sorry. But its to late, I'm already back to square one just being here with you." Shit, I've said too much. I searched Trevor's face for a reaction. He just stared at me.

"Just the thought of you," My eyes welled up with tears, but I was NOT going to cry, "Would make me joyful and miserable at once. And now, your back, and you want to apologize for hurting me. But that's not going to take that pain away, Trevor, its just going to deepen it. Now, I'm faced at the fact of seeing you every day. Sure you're going want me to think you are sorry, so you feel less guilty, but I wouldn't realize that, because I'm too disillusioned by you, and that's just going to make me think about how your such a great guy for caring and all. The thing is, you really don't care." He looked like he was going to say something, but I stopped him, "Let me finish, you are going to come back like nothing ever happened, find another girlfriend or something. And that's going to kill me the most. So this is were I put my foot down." It was pouring rain now. My dark brown hair was clinging to my face, and I probably looked like I was hit by Carmen driving back to come get me, but I didn't care. I watched Trevor intently.

You know, under different circumstances, this would probably be really romantic. Standing there, with the guy I've been in love with (ok, maybe I didn't really let on about that earlier, but I'm good at masking my emotions) in the pouring rain. But in all honest, this fricking sucked.

Trevor said not one word. I started heading in the direction of where Carmen's car was. Where the hell were they anyways? In fact, I started running towards the direction of Carmen's car, tears streaming down my face. God, I hate when I get like that. I am such a sap.

Finally, I saw a lone car with the lights on. Carmen was sitting next to Grace, watching her as she talked on the phone. I knocked on Carmen's window. They both stared at me, soaking wet and sobbing, for a moment. I knocked again. Carmen hurriedly got out of the car, despite the heavy rain.

"What is it?" She asked, a worried expression on her face. I looked at Grace in the car, who motioned to us to wait one moment.

"I just spilled everything to Trevor," I cried, literally this time, "and well, I don't know if it was the right thing, because now he knows, Carmen, he knows." I put my head in my hands, and Carmen wrapped me in a hug. Grace rushed out of the car.

"Oh my god, what happened?" she asked, running over to us.

"She told Trevor everything," Carmen said softly, releasing me from the embrace.

"Everything?" Grace asked, looking at me.

"Everything," I confirmed, slowing my breathing. Her eyes were huge.

"What did he say?"

"I didn't give him a chance to say anything," I answered, "I ran to find you guys."

"You retard," Grace said softly, Carmen and I looked at her.

"Excuse me?" I said, sort of angrily.

"Katums, he's obviously in love with you," Grace stated, pushing some of her soaking wet blonde her away from her face.

"How would you know?"

"When I was with him in the Labyrinth, all he did was ask me about you," she responded, "Even though, you left him there, he was still very interested in hearing about you."

"I noticed the way he looked at you," Carmen finally joined in, "When we all finally got together, that is."

"I don't think it's what you guys think it is," I began, "He probably was only…"

"Katie!" Grace said, rather loudly, grabbing my shoulders, "You are NOT, I repeat, NOT going to analyze this one. Carmen and I know what we are talking about, and whatever you have assumed in that messed-up little head of yours, it is 100% completely wrong. YOU ARE WRONG!" I was speechless, for the first time in a long time.

"I'm going to have to go with Grace on this one, Pim (my nickname)" Carmen agreed. They both watched me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked finally. They both looked at each other.

"Well…" Carmen started.

"Uh…" Grace added.

"What?"

"You probably just fudged it up," Grace said finally. It hit me, right there, as I stood in the rain.

"Shit," I turn and ran back in the direction where I left Trevor.

"KATIE!" Carmen called, "Don't screw it up anymore then you already have!"

"Yeah! Let him talk this time!" Grace shouted after me. I just kept running.

I reached Grace's car, where I left Trevor. No sign of him though. What could I expect, I guess I was kind of mean back there. BUT WHY WAS IT ALWAYS MY FAULT? I have feelings too… I looked around, and in the distance, I could see a figure moving slowly down the road, walking.

"Trevor," I whispered to my self and took a breath, and then I ran after him.

"Ok, Katie," I said to myself as I ran, "Whatever your going to say, it better be good." What was I going to say? My mind went blank. "Shit." I was catching up to him, now I was only 5 or 6 yards behind him. I jogged a bit closer and stopped.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," I whispered steadily, "What now?" I guess he didn't hear my approach, because he kept walking.

"Trevor," I called, softly though, I suppose I was still trying to decide if I wanted to confront him. Did I say I'm not good at confrontation? He didn't hear.

"Trevor!" I called, now a little to loudly. He whirled around, water streaking down his face from the way. We just stared at each other. I think I have a staring problem.

"I…" I started, running my hands through my drenched hair.

"I… I would rather you hurt me one million times then I ever hurt you once," I blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

"I love you," He said, quite clearly actually, so I couldn't pretend he didn't.

*Ok, now what?* I thought to myself, then Grace's voice filled my head, "Run to him, you dumbass, you've seen enough romantic comedy's to know what to do." She was right, unfortunately, so I did just that. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around him. His arms encircled me and….



Ok, well this was getting sappy, so I'm just going to stop there. Sorry, but it was getting to mushy for me, even though I love this type of thing. But I guess it gets kind of… well.. weird when it actually happens to you.

Suddenly two cars drove up next to us on the side of the road, one Grace's and the other Carmen's. Both their windows were rolled down and both of them had the stupid "I was right" smiles on their faces.

"Hey, you to shouldn't boink in public ya know," Grace said, "It's considered inappropriate."

"NECK CHECK!" Carmen called, laughing.

"You guys," I smiled.

"I'd say the moment is officially killed, wouldn't you?" Trevor said, looking at me.

"Gone," I agreed.

"Katie, as much as I know you'd like to stay, we gotta go home. There is plenty of time for boinking tomorrow," Grace ordered, unlocking the car door for me.

"Trevor, I'll give you a ride home," Carmen offered, "Since its on my way."

"Thanks," He said, then he said to me "I'll… um… call you tomorrow. No, wait, I'll come pick you up tomorrow, and we can go somewhere and eat and talk." I laughed.

"Right, ok, see you tomorrow," He hugged me, and opened Grace's car door for me. I kissed him lightly.

"Bye." He shut the door, waved to Grace, and headed to Carmen's car.

"So?" Grace said expectantly as she started the car and we drove him.

"Long story, and I am tired, so I don't know if I can recount the WHOLE thing," I said devilishly.

"Ah! You ass!" She said and hit my arm.

"He loves me," I said, sensitively.

"I told you, I am always right about you," she said arrogantly.

"Not always."

"Yeah, always."

"Ok… maybe always," I finally gave in, "Thank you. I owe you one."

"Damn right," She said, "Or, I'll wish you away to the Labyrinth!" We both laughed.

"So, did my mom sound pissed?" I asked, crossing my fingers.

"Well, I did a bit of reworking on our story," Grace said, biting her lip.

"You lied?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh ok, what did ya say?"

"I told her that, there was an extra rehearsal for tonight that was planned last week, she said that you never told her, and I said that you did last night, when I was over, and that she said oh ok," Grace paused, "She was skeptical at first, but since I am such a good convincer she eventually believed me, and said to tell you to lock up when you got home."

"Nice, and Carmen?"

"Well, apparently, her parent's knew she'd be at 'acting class' with us tonight, so they gave her Cat's ticket to someone else, they said something about a note from Carmen. She never really left one, though. And also, her mother said something about a man with a British accent calling the other day and telling her that Carmen would be at the class."

"Oh, Jareth," I said, "Obviously."

"Yeah, looks like he did a bit of brainwashing after all, but just for CARMEN."

"What did she say?"

"She freaked out, but I told her, just be glad she wasn't in trouble."

"So everything worked out then."

"Absolutely. And it looks like now, you'll be with Trevor all the time now, so I'm going to have to find a new buddy."

"Ah! I would never do that." I said, insulted. Grace pulled into her driveway.

"Oh, I know." We got out of the car.

"Good luck with your mom," Grace said, heading to her door.

"Thanks, see ya tomorrow." I ran over to my house.

When I got inside, the house was dark, my parents were asleep I guess, it was nearly 11:00 after all. I ran upstairs to my room, which was in the condition that I left it, a mess.

I pulled on my pajamas, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Just as I was about to go to bed, I had the urge to check my email. So I logged online, and sure enough I had some mail. Most of it was junk mail, all except one letter, which read:



Katie

I am finally back from Australia, well, obviously. Sorry, I didn't email you then, I had absolutely zero time to get to a computer, in fact, I don't even think there was one where I was. But I am finally finished shooting, so that means vacation time for me for a few months before I'm off to Alaska. I was planning little vacation to the states, and I will come visit you with my family and we can all go France or something for the weekend, that is if it's all right with your parents.

How are you doing anyways? School ok? Any new run-ins with Jareth and the Labyrinth? HAHA just kidding. Oh, boy, the flight took a lot out of me, so I am going to take a nap. I'll be expecting an email from you soon. :-P

Love,

Ewan

P.S. Clara and Eve say hello.

I click the write email button and begin typing.

Dear Ewan,

Glad to see your back! I hope the movie went well. Your seriously making me reconsidering acting, you make is sound so tedious, lol. Anyways, France sounds awesome, and I am sure that my parents would be fine with it. I know a few people who would kill to go to France, so when you come to the states you have to meet them. One you might recognize! ;-) But I can't say whom. Though, I will say this. Something really big happened today, and well… I don't think it would make much sense in an email, so I'll just save it for when I talk to you in person, but I'm still trying to convince myself it all wasn't a dream.

Well, I have school tomorrow.

Night

Love,

Katie