Sorry, it's been a while since I've updated. Okay, so it's been ages.

I had finals and augh, you know… Just been so busy lately. Uh, went to France, had people stay at my house… The list goes on.

Anyways, here it is. The final chapter. About a year after I wrote it… Actually, I can't remember when I wrote the end 'cause I kept revising it… I think it was sometime around Christmas.

Sorry it's short, by the way… But hey! It's an ending. And it's kind of resolved, but kind of open-ended… And kind of happy. You'll see what I mean.

Let's see… I don't own Coke, The Catcher in the Rye, Skye Sweetnam, or the song Tangled Up in Me. Though I do own the CD, the book, and two twelve packs of Coke in the fridge… drools

Anyways, thanks to everyone (Madame Fist, ThruMyEyes, SammyKay, They-Call-Me-Orange, frigginpixiedust, come, LuffySP, pixievix, The Next Political Dynasty, Amber, ShyneInc, tweeny-weeny, Tara, Anya Urameshi, KimNamhee, Awesome Ashley4, Ashley Z., thesolitary-dragon, pissartist, mischeif-maker, SilverRainbow223, stacey, recess fan :), Rushi Tsunami, Yankee Doodle Blonde, Spinelli Woods, Esquire, Dixie Darlin, Clintronic Waldrup, Jillie Rose, xxBlueFire920xx, Kami no Hikari, and future reviewers) for reviewing.

As crazy as it may be, people liking stuff I write means a lot to me. Because I might not be the best writer out there, and I might not have the most wonderful, best written stories (and trust me, I've read some great ones, fanfiction or not… There's some really awesome ones on fictionpress. Like Stealing Madison. I love that one… But that's not the point)… And I have a HUGE problem with finishing them… But it still means a lot that it moved people to review. And it means a lot that you liked it. Makes me feel like my ideas aren't so bad after all, and that I'm not a horrible writer. Well, okay, I can spell, but that's a minor battle. Makes me feel like I'm actually doing something worthwhile, you know?

So, thanks a lot. Man, I got sappy there. I'm not a sappy person. Anyways, it's been a long day, and all, so with a final plead for reviews, I will let you get on with the story.

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Ugh, the hospital is a graveyard at this time of night. Really.

I have an "appointment" with the "doctors" at nine. And it's like three in the morning now. Long night.

Right now I'm trying to get a Coke. But the stupid Coke machine isn't working. I put money in, pressed the stupid button, and, ugh…

Pressing, pressing, pressing…

AUGH!

"Why…does…nothing…in…my…life…go…right!"

I scream a loud, animal-like scream of rage before wailing on the Coke machine. The fists and feet fly at it, striking it with loud resistance.

"Why won't you work? All I wanted was a drink, and now I can't even get that! I've been through so much crap today! First of all, I wake up next to this guy that I hate, hungover to boot, my parents go psycho on me, then I get in a car chase, followed by a horrible school dance where I not only had to dance with T.J. three times, but a teacher proclaimed his love for me, I had to hit on my best friend's boyfriend, found out that they were lying to me and actually dating, and then was practically broken up with by my next boyfriend, followed up by a stupid dream, a painful fall off of a junglegym, my parents sniping at me again, a car flipping with me in it, a cop practically molesting me, and finding out that T.J.'s in love with me. Just peachy, ain't it! Now I want something to work in my favor tonight, but that's obviously not going to happen! Sheesh!" I rant, kicking the Coke machine repeatedly and hard.

Someone creeps up behind me, but I don't care 'cause all the guards are off duty anyways.

"Spinelli, sometimes I just don't get you. I want to know more, more, more about you," Comes the voice of T.J. once more.

Oh brother. Just what I need.

I turn around, hair swishing.

"What's there to know? I'm just the girl who's kicking the Coke machine," I retort defensively.

He shoots me a quizzical look, smirking.

"When did you become someone from a Skye Sweetnam song?" He jokes.

He listens to Skye Sweetnam? I'm gonna laugh my head off now.

"You listen to Skye Sweetnam, Mr. Macho? I wouldn't talk to your friends about that. They might get tangled up in you," I mock.

He rolls his eyes. Big, Macho T.J. I'm seriously gonna bust a gut laughing.

"So, you wanna know more, more, more about me?" I state, arms crossed over my chest.

T.J. nods, grin wide. Why does he want to know more about me? I'm secretive by nature. Seriously.

"Tell me everything."

I can't tell him anything.

"I'm not telling you anything."

His face is pleading and he looks so pathetic I can't resist. I sigh.

"I love you, but I don't know anything about you anymore. I don't know your favorite movie, color, book, song, artist, food, flower, gem… Anything!" T.J. begs.

I look down. I'm not that heartless, no matter how mean I've been tonight.

"Black. My favorite color… Is black," I answer pathetically.

T.J.'s smile runs from ear-to-ear. He looks so happy for no good reason.

"More?" He requests.

"I like The Catcher in the Rye."

He beams, and suddenly, something hits me.

But, unfortunately, I don't know what it is. Bummer.

He's so in love with me that it scares me. I give him a look.

"Why are we so screwed up, Teej? I mean, back in elementary school, I never thought that we'd wind up like this… With us hating each other and you in love with me… It's so paradoxical."

He shoots me an odd look, smirking a little. I don't get how he's so calm and collected, but, then again, I fell off a junglegym. Now he's laughing. This is so annoying.

"What's so funny?" I snarl at him.

He only laughs harder. Can you seriously believe this guy? And to think in my dream I was going out with him. Sheesh. What was I thinking?

So, seeing the look I'm giving him, he decides, wisely enough, of course, to start talking.

"Nothing… It's just so weird. I mean, I was half in love with you in elementary. Middle too, I think. I don't think I ever really hated you. I just didn't get why you were so mad for no reason, you know? And then, I guess, other stuff caught up with us… It all got way out of hand. The sad thing is that I've kissed you more in the last two weeks then just about anyone," T.J. jokes.

Seriously? He was in love with me then? And the last one? With Ashley A. as his girlfriend, seriously?

"Teej, you dated Ashley A," I say bluntly.

He smiles and shrugs, but then he gets all inquisitive.

"So, Spin, why did you get so mad at me?" He asks, extremely curious.

It's funny, because now I can't even really remember.

"I overheard you talking to Vince. I guess some of the stuff you said just kinda put me off. I dunno… It sounds so stupid now," I mutter, in explanation.

And, suddenly, he's grinning again. This means nothing good.

"What?" I hiss.

His smile widens. I didn't think that was possible. What's he so happy about anyways?

"Do you realize how we're talking to each other? It's like back in grade school. Like we're friends again. Are we friends again, Spinelli?" T.J. exclaims, overjoyed.

I freeze. What does a person say to something like that? A little fluffy for my taste.

"Honestly, T.J., I don't know."

I'm uncertain, a feeling I can't stand. I hate not knowing. But of course, then he pulls something completely outta left field.

He kissed me then. And I don't know what exactly came over me, but I was kissing him back, and suddenly none of this was so bad anymore.

Déjà vu. Seriously. Did this in fourth grade.

We broke apart a few seconds later, staring at ourselves in shock. Who wouldn't be shocked?

"So, are we, Spin?" T.J. posed thoughtfully.

I thought for a moment, even though I was pretty sure of my answer. And a smile slid across my face, from ear-to-ear.

"Yeah, Teej, I think we are," I breath back.

"I think we are," I repeat to myself, still unbelieving.

He smiles too.

"I think that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship, Spinelli."

THE END

- Soleil ;)

Aww, wasn't that just adorable? If you think so, REVIEW! Nah, just kidding… You don't have to… But I'd like it if you would. Then again, I'd like to not have any acne, but that's not happening, so shrugs… Oh, and I'd like to not have to bookmark Secret Life of Bees for C.A., but there's no way I'll get out of doing that… sigh

As for what happens afterward, well, I guess that's just up to you. :)

Rock on!