A/N: Guess who's back. Back again. Becca's back, tell a friend. Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, nyah nyah nyah...

So um. Now that that pathetic song and dance number is over... I'll get back to the actual point... P So school's out and I am officially a senior. That is incredibly exciting, woot. But uhh... yeah.

This is the last chapter. Not just because I'm pretty sure that very few people are reading this now, but because I'm... well, really sick of writing it. I have no inspiration. I've had writers' block for the past 82956209462843690 days (number not accurate), and EOT comes out in like two days. And you all will want to read that anyway. ;)

Thanks for everyone for sticking by me for all these five awesomely bad chapters. You all are so great.

And a special thanks to Diana for answering my question. You are so awesome:)

As a last note... the end of the chapter is the end. It's supposed to be that way, so you can decide how you want it to end for yourself, because I couldn't decide. Aren't I just so cool:)

Love always,

Bec


"I officially suck."

Lula raised an eyebrow at me. "You do? Why, what happened?"

I shrugged and slumped down on the polyester couch in Vinnie's office. I sighed, not sure where to begin, where to end. "To make a long story short, I just suck. There's no other way around it. I love two guys and I had a dream last night that I had to choose in, you know, twenty seconds, or whatever, and it was really stressful. And I think it's an omen."

She nodded. "You're right. It is an omen. You should probably choose between the two of them before you spontaneously combust."

This didn't make any sense to me, but I didn't feel like pushing it. "Joe said he wouldn't marry Terry if I didn't want him to."

"Is it what he wants?"

"Good question. I don't know. I don't think so, because... well, he wouldn't've made the offer. But then on the other hand, I don't want to tell him not to marry her and then have it not work out between us and then... and then there's Ranger, and I just... it's so... I mean, I'm like... you know?"

Connie shook her head. "You know, I really don't. You're upset. You can't speak in full sentences. I think you need a doughnut."

I clenched my teeth. Why didn't they get it? "I don't... need... a doughnut. I need to figure my entire life out in a day! How am I supposed to do this?"

"He only gave you a day?" Lula said, in disbelief. "That doesn't seem fair. You can't decide your entire life in a day."

Okay, so I didn't actually have to choose in a day. I shared this with her, and she nodded. "Yeah, you know what?" I said. "I have time. I can figure this out."


"Wait, tell me again," I replied, on my cell phone. Who relayed this kind of message over the phone? Hmm...? That's what I want to know. Where is the romance in that, I ask you?

Ranger sighed again, and I could tell he was smiling. "I'm leaving Trenton. Okay, New Jersey. I can't tell you where, okay? But I can tell you that... if you don't want me to leave, I won't."

Oy vey. "And... how long do I have to decide that?"

"My plane leaves in about... twenty-four hours."

So I did have a day to figure out what I wanted. "Well, I don't want you to leave. I mean, I like having you here. You always help me out and you're a great friend."

I could tell he felt like he was talking to a five-year-old. "I know. But that's not what I'm saying. Think about it for awhile."

I did. "Oh. You mean, if I want to you to stay because I want to be more than friends."

"Exactly."

Yeah, I definitely did have to decide in a day. "Can I think about it?"

He laughed softly, barely loud enough for me to hear. "Yeah, although you shouldn't have to. You should just know."

"I know I should."


I promised Ranger I'd call him in the morning and let him know. He didn't have to leave until about 8:30 in the morning, which is early for me, but since it was 2:00 in the morning and I'd been trying to sleep for hours, chances were I wouldn't have to wake up at all. I'd already be awake.

I thought about it. This wasn't fair. I shouldn't have to choose.

But then again, I did have to. It wasn't fair to keep them both hanging on.

And suddenly, as I gazed at a streetlight that you could see from my window, I realized it. I didn't need to choose. I had known who was right for me all along. It was crystal clear. And yet I couldn't see it. I'd always known that someday – someday – I would have to choose, and I thought it would be hard. But it wasn't.

How stupid can you be?

I laughed, sitting up in bed, thinking about it.

I loved both of them.

But I now knew who was right for me. And as I rolled over, I was finally, at last, happy.