Thanks for reviewing! Sorry for taking so long. Blah-di-dah.

Now, let me just say that I'm pretty sure this is the end of this.

Ahh,I can feel you all getting angry already.

See, the thing is, when this idea popped into my head it was more of just some random scene than a whole story. I don't want to get into the whole story. It kind of bores me. But, I think it's a good spot to end. It was fun while it lasted.

Oh, and more bad news! "What Is, What Was, What Can Be" is pretty much... done. I think. I might do it again, but I kind of hate it. It's annoying. It just annoys me. Even the title does.Like, a lot.

Ready for more?

I'm pretty much done with IS fics. Writing them, at least. Until some more stuff comes to work off of I'm pretty much milked of ideas. I've either read them somewhere else or they're too far-fetched. So yah.

So Pirates of the Caribbean is my latest craze. I have two fics in the works for that. And that's pretty much it.

Here it is, the last chapter in this story! Hope you all enjoyed it! Sorry I suck so damn bad.

Special shout outs to Ruby and Loren, just because they rock like that. And to everyone else who reviewed!

Obviously there were things I didn't know about Jude. Like the fact that she's schizophrenic. Or at least bordering it. No, seriously. Okay, not seriously. But seriously!

She laughed. As in, in my face. As in, I'm totally confused.

She was still cracking up by the time I managed to stop staring at her like she just shouted that she braided her pubes in her spare time over the radio and had a sex change at six to say something. "Um… Jude? Why the hell are you laughing?" I wiped my mouth and nose out of habit. You know how whenever someone laughs at you or stares at you funny you immediately do stuff like that? Yeah, well that's what I was doing.

"Ooh, Quincy, you are such a pansy. As if Boyz Attack! wasn't enough, now you're pulling this." Suddenly she stopped laughing, staring at me with wide eyes. "Oh, no. You're not going to pull a Lance Bass on me, are you?" she squeeked.

Okay, this has got to be some kind of joke. Where's that guy from Candid Camera? Okay, Aston Kutcher, you Punk'd me! I get it! Now can we please get serious?

"What the hell!" I practically screamed. "NO! Jude, contrary to… unpopular belief, I AM NOT GAY."

"Oh, yeah…" she said distantly. "I remember. Different girl in every city."

How the hell did this situation end up on this?

I need to shoot something.

And get Jude some schizo meds.

And buy a dog.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Jude…"

"Ugh, just forget it, Quincy! You're so goddamn annoying! I'm sick of you! Can't you just make up your mind for once? Just do what you want to do. Let loose! Holy shit, Tommy, it's not so hard! And maybe something good can come out of it! Who cares about what everyone else thinks, you damn coward! And did I forget 'hypocrite'? Because you always tell me to not care. You never cared. Why now? You freaking-"

By then, my brain was too loud to hear her. Wanna know why?

Because she's right. Every little tiny damn annoying piece of that irritated Jude rant is right.

Ohh man. Brain on overdrive. Not good, not good!

Ahh shit. It's to the point where I go all irrational Tommy and do something stupid.

Well, here goes! Cheers!

So I basically just close my hand over Jude's mouth. And she proceeds to stare daggers at me. Ohh, if looks could kill, I'd be as dead as that horse that lost his head in one of the Godfather movies. Ouch and a half.

I take it off for just a second, seeing if she's done.

"What the-!"

Nope. Guess not. I cover her mouth again.

Check time!

"TOM QUINCY-"

Aaaand no. God, is it so hard for her to shut up?

One, two, three.

"LITTLE TOMMY-"

Ohh no she di'nt! I won't even give her the satisfaction of letting her finish that, OR letting her know it phased me. Because it di'nt... girlfriend!

One, two, three.

Damn. Finally. "Thank you." I say curtly. "You got to have your little glory moment. Now just shut up for a second, and let me have mine, now, will you?" I say before closing the space remaining between our lips.

Just at that moment, the song "Take Me Or Leave Me" from the play "Rent" flowed in through the window from the cafe across the street. I smiled into her lips. Oh, how fitting.

And, for the record, she didn't protest one bit.

I think I could get used to this.

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