A/N: This is it, this is the end of the story. There WILL be an epilogue up soon, though (so I guess it's not really the end of the story... -.-;; ) Anyway, I know it's short, but the epilogue will be long and fluff filled, I promise.
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And I'm really sorry this is so short.
Much love,
Scribs
12:07
"Listen, Sara?"
"Yeah?"
"I have a question for you."
"Shoot."
"Well... you know, you've never really liked me before now."
"Greg-"
"Just let me talk, okay?" ((sigh)) "You've never really liked me until now, and I was just wondering... if all of this was gonna change as soon as we get out of here?"
"Of course not. Why would you think that?"
"I dunno. I guess I'm just paranoid. I just really like you, Sara, and I think you like me too, and I don't want this to end as soon as someone opens that door."
"It won't. I promise." ((laughs)) "Besides, you still owe me waffles."
((laughs)) "Of course. I was just wondering, that's all..."
((silence))
((silence))
"Greg?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Listen!"
((listens)) "Are those..."
"Footsteps! Someone's coming!"
"Hallelujah!" ((yells)) "HEY! HEY, HELP!"
((yells)) "We're stuck! HELP!"
((stands)) "HELP! IN HERE! HELP!"
As the door opened and the light of the hallway shone in, blinding them slightly, Greg fell to his knees in thankfullness, ready to give worship to whoever had opened the door. Until, of course, he saw who it was.
"So," said Brass with a defiant chuckle. "You swing for both teams, eh?"