A/N: No notes at this end of this, it might ruin the mood. . Well, this is the end. Yes, you heard me right...THE END! The grand finale! Hope you enjoi! Read on, fellow SOR slashers, read on. Farewell to all and I wish upon you the best of luck! 33 Thanks to anyone who reviewed!!!!!

Swimmerkitti-Sorry there's no more humor...I wish it could be funny but....It's not anymore...But I'm glad you still like it

Wyverna-If you're reading this, I'm sorry for putting that the "Affirmative" was from Natasha's story, because it was actually your story and all. So I just thought I'd apologize because...well you made it up! lollll.

"Why doesn't Zack just go with you to the gate, Freddy? I'll go with Joan tomorrow." They had all agreed that Freddy would go to New York before Joan, because Joan had the rest of her finals that day.

"Ok...Well, bye, Dad. I'll call you when I get there." They hugged each other and said their last goodbyes before Zack interrupted.

"I know you're going to move out but, we kind of have to go."

"Bye, Freddy. I'll miss your lazy ass."

"And I'll miss your tough ass. Bye." Freddy turned to go, threw his bag over his shoulder, and concentrated hard on not turning back. "Let's go Zack."

"'Kay. Come on."

The gate wasn't far from where Freddy had left his dad and they reached it in less than 5 minutes.

"Well, I guess I've got a few minutes until I have to board."

Considering they left at five in the morning, and the flight was at seven, they had more than a few minutes. Zack was anxious, though, and had dragged Freddy off to the gate too soon. Oh well, Mr. Jones might have to wait a few minutes for him.

"I got you a kind of present..." Zack started, blushing and opening his backpack. "I just wanted you to remember me, and all, 'cause you know...I'll miss you a lot."

Freddy's eyes lit up when he realized what Zack was pulling out of his bag.

"Drumsticks." He whispered. They weren't just drumsticks though, they were the most breathtaking drumsticks Freddy had ever laid eyes on. They were a kind of metallic-black with silver in scripts. He read aloud, "'Stick it to the man. Love ya!' Oh, Zack! These are the greatest drumsticks of all time! Dude, where'd you get them?"

"I had 'em made. I'm glad you like them."

"Zack, I love them! I love you!"

It was the kind of thing that happened in the movies. If it was a movie, though, Freddy would wind up not having to go to New York, and everyone would live happily ever after. But when the lady at the desk announced that the plane would begin boarding, there were no more fantasies, it was all real now.

"Well...Bye, Zack." They shared an awkward embrace, with everyone in the terminal watching them.

"Bye Freddy, I'll see you..."

"I'll send you something from NYC...Tell my dad not to forget to pack my concert shirts, k Zack?"

"Got it." The brunette had to fight back tears as Freddy turned his back and walked slowly to the ticket checker.

((Freddy's Point of View))

Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back.

Damn. I looked back. And stopped in my tracks. Those chocolate eyes. Damn, why did I have to look back?! I can't do it. I cannot do this all by myself. I'm screwed now. I knew I shouldn't have looked back.

"Sir, are you going to get on the plane? You can't just stand there. You have a few minutes before the plane takes off though, if you'd like to wait."

"Thanks...I'll be right back."

Zack. If it was anyone else I had to leave, I could do it. But it's not, this is Zack. Sweet, innocent Zack. I am so regretting looking back. What am I going to say to him?

"Oh sorry, I couldn't get on the plane, Zack, you're just too sexy. I want to throw you down and snog you within an inch of your life."

No, I don't think that'd cut it. Oh boy, here it comes.

"Freddy?" His eyes looked so hopeful yet so worried. "What's wrong."

Damn it. I can't leave now. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"In the airport?"

"Yeah, come on."

So we walked. I somehow managed to lead him to an empty gate and we sat down on those uncomfortable chairs...I hate airport chairs. Anyways, he looked at me, not that Zack's never looked at me before, but it was just....different.

"Freddy, you can't go. Ever." Tears were rolling down his cheeks at a steady pace. My heart must have been beating a million times an hour, looking at him crying in front of me. I mean, we all know hat Zack is the emotional type, but looking at him crying was even making me teary. I found myself lament in no time.

I had been trying so hard not to kiss him. I don't know why I didn't want myself to kiss him. Maybe because if I kissed him, I really REALLY wouldn't be able to leave. Or I was afraid of what other people thought. I know, shame on me, caring about what other people thought of me. But then, who doesn't?

But I couldn't stand looking at him and not tasting his mouth on mine any longer, so I leaned in and kissed him. It was like a fairytale. The fireworks, the violins, and the drums. Yes I know, drums? Drums are sexy. Anyways, I kissed him and it felt so...right. It felt better than it had before, but it was over way too soon. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs "I LOVE ZACKARY JOESPH MOONEYHAM!" right them and there, but (fortunately) I refrained from doing so. It was time to board the plane, and it was now or never.

Well, actually now, because if it could be never, believe me I would stay forever with Zack. He whispered "I love you." and I ran my hand through his hair. (I love his hair!!) I mouthed "Good-bye." because I knew if I said it, my voice would crack, and how could I have that? I'm a fucking punk drummer. Anyways, he was still crying, so I wiped his tears from his eyes, kissed him on the cheek, turned and walked away.

I'll never leave you behind
Or treat you unkind
I know you understand
And with a tear in my eye
Give me the sweetest goodbye
That I ever did receive

This time I didn't look back.