No annyoing authors notes, this is the moment that 52 of you have been waiting for forever... the final chapter of cold for september. Yup, this is it. No more of my most popular fic, but don't freak, I will put more slash up!

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"Fish boy? Since when do I sound like fish boy to you Ricky? It's Carrie. I wanted to know if I could come over baby, I can't stop thinking about you and it's driving me crazy. I think I love you."

She was driving me crazy. I hated her. Hate was too soft of a word to express the feelings I had for this girl. I despised her, loathed her. Worse than that if possible... was there anything worse? I would have to remember to buy a thesaurus.

"Actually Carrie, I'm really tired, I was just thinking of going to bed..."

"Please baby?"

"Carrie..."

"I'll see you in a minute. I love you."

And then she hung up the phone.

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I dialed Squid's number really fast, and waited for him to answer, it was almost mid night but soething inside me told me that he wouldn't be sleeping.

"Hello?"

"Squid?"

"M Hm..."

"I love you. I always have. I can't stop thinking about you, and I know you don't feel the same way but I dont think I could live without you. If you don't want to be my friend then I totally understand."

There was total silence on the phone for a minute before I could hear soft sobs. Was Squid crying? Did I make Squid cry?

"I love you too Zig," came the soft answer, "but I didn't think you would feel the same way about me. It just tore me apart. I didn't know what to do."

Before the I could say anything else to him there was a terriable screech of tires outside and the phone line went dead.

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Five hours later we sat in the emergency room waiting room. Squid and me. Alone. All the adults had squeezed into the hospital bed, bending over he body, saying their good byes.

Carrie had ben hit by a car on her way across the street. The driver, a drunk 15 year old who had stolen the car, swerved to miss Carrie and crashed into a telephone pole. The pole fell over, killing Carrie and the driver.

And disconnecting mine and Squids phone call.

I know it's awful but I'm kind of glad she's gone. No more rape, or holding in my feelings.

"You're all right, right Zig?" asked Squi, taking my hand in his and looking into my eyes, "You don't want to go and say good bye to her?"

"I would never leave you for her," I answered staring into his chocolate eyes and trying not to cry tears of joy.

He bent foreward and pressed his lips against mine.

Oh my god I know I love him.

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Carrie's funeral was today, and I had to wear a suit. Squid came along with me, and we held hands the entire time. I wanted to do so much more than just hold hands, but we have plans later.

I conclude this journal, and Squid concludes his on this page. We are together and plan on being for the rest of our lives. We love each other.

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The two boys stared into the bonfire, watching as the flame leapt into the air, sending waves of heat into their cold faces. Squid could see his breath it was so cold, and September wasn't even over yet. He turned to smile at Zig Zag and opened his journal.

Two long weeks have passed since I last saw him at Caveman's house. Right now, I'm at my Aunt Angela's house, and it smells like cats. I have a couple of pictures of the whole gang together above my bed on the ceiling, so I can look at them when I wake myself up at 4 in the morning for that nasty honey covered tortilla...

He had grown up since writing those lines, discovered love, discovered friendship. Not thinking about anything any more he thre it into the fire, and watched it burn.

Zig did the same.

"Cold?" asked Zig Zag scooting closer and wrapping his rms around Squid.

"Yeah... it's really Cold for September..."

"I love you," zig Zag whispered in Squid's ear.

"I love you more."

And then the two shared the most special kiss ever, under the stars, in front of the fire, free... in love.

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Well. There you have it. Review and maybe I'll post an Epilouge?

Kisses,

::::::::::Calista::::::::::