AN: Sorry this is a short chapter, but I don't really have time to type up really long ones.

Riza: Thats kinda funny about the AJ thing. Despite what you think, Lena and Paul have absolutely nothing to do with each other at the moment.

Mel: Thank you for the complements. Here is another update.

Nakia: I don't know what you mean by that. I'm building on the storylines of the first 3 books.

"Well we did it," Tibby remarked to Andrew as she hugged him goodbye at the airport, "Thanks so much for supporting me. I'll bring you a copy of my movie when we go back to school."

"Thanks. I can't wait to see the finished product. It was great getting to know you Tibby. I'm just sorry you had to deal with those ass holes."

"Yeah, but something good did come out of it."

"Whats that?"

"I made friends with you."

"We'll have to collaborate again. Without those guys."

"Flight 162 to New York, New York is now boarding," the person said over the intercom.

"Thats me," Andrew sighed lightly, "I'll see you when you get back to school."

"Yeah. Have a good flight."

"Thanks. You too."

Tibby looked into Andrew's eyes before they parted and knew that he had compromised his feelings for her. He had a crush on her, but knew not to act on his feelings. Tibby respected him more than ever.

Carmen lost the tennis game even with Krista cheering her on.

"Okay, what do you want?" she said reluctantly.

He whispered in her ear so Krista didn't hear. Carmen's eyes got wide with shock.

"I guess a deal is a deal," she replied, "I'll do it after I make dinner. You told me your secret you know."

"I know. I wanted you to know."

Bee and Lena ended up at Annik's studio. It was the last night of the life art session.

"Lena! Its good to have you back. You need to practice before you go back to school. This is our new model Kurt," she pointed towards a young man next to her, "Who is this?" she pointed to Bridget.

"Where is Tony?" Lena asked.

"His flight back to California was today. I had to hire Kurt to take over."

"I NEED to see Tony!" Lena said frantically.

"His flight wasn't until 9. You might still be able to catch him."

"Do you know which airline?"

"No, sorry."

"Come on Bee, lets go!" Lena ordered. They went back out the door, "Thanks Annik!" she yelled over her shoulder.

Lena called Anthony's cell phone over a dozen times on the way to the airport.

"He must have turned it off in preparation for his flight," Bee said decidedly, "Lets see if we can page him at the airport."

So they did, "Will Anthony McCalister please pick up a yellow courtesy phone? Anthony McCalister to a service phone," the woman at the desk repeated twice over the next half hour while Lena sat nervously. No call came. Bee finally had to drag Lena home. Lena went onto her computer in a desperate attempt to find out about Anthony. He had written her an e-mail.

"Lena,

I have to go back today. I called your house, but your mom said you weren't home. I'm taking a nine o'clock flight from Virginia back to California with American Airlines if you can come see me off. I wish I could see you one more time.

Tony."