A/N: I want to thank everyone for the amazing reviews you've given me. It was overwhelming at times. I sometimes find it hard to believe that so many people enjoyed what I was doing. Thank you.

And romie, I would love to have a sing-a-long with you – it's one of my favourite activities. You'll need to find something else to use as a threat! (I am a little hungry right now though, so if you want to lob some Timbits my way, feel free)

EPILOGUE

Two months later

Seth and Ryan were home for a weekend visit from USC. As they sat down for supper, Seth said, "Hey, Mom, did Ryan tell you about the girl he met?"

"You met a girl, Ryan?" Kirsten was intrigued.

Ryan was just glaring at Seth, so Seth continued the story. "Yeah, we were at a party…" Seth glanced at his parents. "Did I say party? I meant study group."

Sandy laughed. "Ryan's in architecture and you're in Arts. How could you be in the same study group?"

Seth always had an answer. "All freshmen take English, Pops. So this…study group…takes a break and Ryan starts chatting with this girl. And Mom, you'll never guess what Ryan used to woo her."

"Woo?" Ryan asked. "Who says woo? There was no wooing. We were having an adult conversation, is all."

"And tell Mom what you were talking about. Or should I say who you were talking about. Acting the expert…"

"I wasn't 'acting the expert'." Ryan was getting a bit embarrassed and was ready to kill Seth for even bringing this up. "We were talking about music. I was just trying to contribute to the conversation."

"Yes, yes," Seth agreed. "And who did she say she loved to listen to and you said, I swear, you said, and I quote, 'Yeah, he's pretty cool.' Huh, Ryan?"

"Seth!" Ryan's voice got loud and then he realized what he said. "Sorry," he said to Sandy and Kirsten, who he realized were looking at him expectantly, waiting to find out what he had been talking about. "Fine," he sighed. "WeweretalkingaboutHarryChapin," he muttered quickly.

Kirsten squealed. "You met a girl who likes Harry Chapin?"

"Not only does she like Harry Chapin," Seth felt compelled to add," they made plans to get together to listen to her CDs, since it's been so long since Ryan heard Cat's in the Cradle. You know. His favourite song."

Ryan's ears were burning red. "Remind me again why I wanted to stay close to you," he muttered towards Seth, and he refused to look up from his plate for the rest of the meal. Luckily for him, Seth never stayed on one subject for very long and was soon off on another topic.

Later that night, Ryan came into the kitchen from the pool house to get something to eat. He noticed a soft blue glow coming from the TV room.

"Hey," he said as he sat on the couch next to Kirsten. "Can I play too?" he asked as he picked up the second controller.

"Sure," said Kirsten, "though I've never played against anyone before. I always just play against the computer." She glanced at Ryan. "And I usually win."

Ryan grinned at Kirsten. "Well, prepare to lose tonight then."

As the game got underway, Kirsten glanced at Ryan. "So," she ventured. "Harry Chapin, huh?"

Ryan sighed resignedly. "What can I say? I'm helpless before blonde women who insist he's fabulous."

"Hey!" Kirsten yelled as she was distracted by the game on the screen, but it was too late. Ryan had defeated her.

They sat there for a few minutes. Ryan gloating, Kirsten pouting. Then Ryan got up to go back to bed.

"I'm glad you're home for the weekend," Kirsten told him.

I'm glad I can come home for the weekend," Ryan replied.

"Good night, Ryan."

"Good night, Kirsten."

Ryan headed out to his pool house and went to sleep.