((Author's Note: (sigh) Here it is. The last chapter of If We Kiss...though there will be an epilogue (if I ever get around to doing that. It's not going to be special, I assure you of that). The reason it took me forever to update? I lost my lucky pen. That...and I had this huge inspiration for ANOTHER fan fiction idea that apparently doesn't want to stay in my head, and I had to write out a chapter or two of that, as well. And family crisis..es. -sigh- But I came back..with this mostly filler-end chapter! YAY!

Beyond all of that, I have one thing to say to you guys that have decided to read all the way to here:

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This is a long chapter. Lots of it is narrated. You have been warned. o-0 And excuse, once again, lame chapter titles.

Chapter Ten

The Plan

It was difficult to look at my usually messy room, normally overflowed with my disorganized manner. Now, however, it was...amazingly clean. I could see the floor...I could walk around and not step on any homework assignments or dirty laundry.

Boxes were lined against the wall beside my desk (my computer, thankfully, was to remain here in Amity Park), containing all of the belongings that I was forced to have to take to Denver. I sighed at the repulsive sight. It made it seem as if I were never to return.

If I did leave Amity, that is.

I fell onto my bed, now only a mattress on it (I'd only owned one bed suite for my whole life), holding my head in my hands. This past week had been the hardest to endure. I was constantly swarmed with Valerie's questions about whether I would be leaving or not. Tucker hadn't said much about it, though he did call once to promise that I was to call him every day to receive updates about what was happening here in Amity while I was away. I had immediately slammed the phone onto the receiver; he obviously was unaware that I wouldn't leave Amity Park without a fight.

The hardest part, though, was knowing that the plan that I had conducted out of haste to stay in Amity Park may not work. I had to trudge through the hallways of Casper High, watching each student fraternize with each other, not a care in the world.

I had massive doubts whether I would be able to stay in Amity. Whether Pam would easily fall for my trick, or if she could penetrate the heavy aura that I would be giving off in a mere two and a half hours.

But to see Danny, though it may be a glimpse of his hair, made those thoughts tumble away. I hadn't confided in him about what I was going to be doing. Not yet, anyway. I had a full week to plan what I was going to attempt to accomplish, and I didn't want to tell him in case any flaws were easily noticeable and unable to fill.

Tonight, though, I would have to inform him.

I sighed once more and lied back onto my bed, my legs hanging over the edge of it. I clutched my forehead, groaning to myself. I had told Danny to call earlier today. He was entirely confused on that, but gave me his word that he would as soon as he possibly could.

But...what if what I was planning...what if it didn't turn out as I anticipated? I couldn't leave Amity Park. I wouldn't. Jeremy would have to pry my fingers out of the cement if he wanted me to leave that badly. I knew Pam wouldn't fight it. She wanted me to stay. Perhaps she got lonely, being single a lot of the time. Yet another reason not to leave.

I heard a distant ringing from the living room. Immediately, I sat up, the bed giving off a loud moan as I did so, and hurried to where the sound was coming from. If Pam answered the phone before I, and it turned out to be Danny, she might assume something was up. Pam was known to jump to conclusions, far-fetched as they may be.

I didn't make it into the living room before Pam, therefor she was left to answer the phone. I watched, trying to maintain a blank face, as she talked to whoever was on the other line. Pam shot me a glance before turning back to the wall, nodding at some points.

"Right," She said finally before giving off her fake laugh. "Okay." I raised an eyebrow. It couldn't have been Danny...so who was it? "I'll tell her." Pam hastily hung up the phone and turned to me.

"Who was that?" I asked her, voice slightly cracked.

"Your father," Pam simply answered, giving me a small smile. My stomach contorted into a much larger knot than before. "He's on his way over. Should be here in about--"

But, thankfully, Pam had cut off due to yet another ring from the phone. I dashed to it, giving her a sheepish smile before answering.

"Hello?" I breathed, watching as Pam sourly trudged into the kitchen to finish making dinner.

"Sam?" I heard a familiar, and lovely, voice on the other line. I grinned and plopped onto the torn up sofa, picking at bits up stuffing that were obstinately falling out.

"Hey, Danny," I said, my voice louder than before. "Listen..." I leaned forward, ensuring that Pam had the door closed to the kitchen, and rested my back against the couch. "How long do you think it'll take you to get over here?"

Danny hesitated before answering.

"What?" His voice had confusion etched into it.

I heaved an exasperated sigh and put my hand over the phone, cupping it around my mouth in case Pam was listening.

"Can you come over here?" I asked, furrowing my brow. "I...I need your help."

I heard Danny make a movement, what, I wasn't sure.

"Yeah," He said softly. I felt a smile placed upon my lips at his velvety voice.

I paced up and down in the space between my house and the house next to mine, glancing up at the sky at random moments before digging my hands deep into the pockets of my jacket. Night had fallen over Amity Park, causing the streetlights to go on, drawing me out of the shadows. I didn't want Pam to see me beside the house; she might suspect something abnormal.

I brushed a strand of my hair out of my face, the wind blowing angrily against my face. I crossed my arms and rocked back and forth in this cold weather.

"Danny," I moaned, looking back up at the star infested sky. "Please hurry."

"You rang?" I heard a sly voice from behind me. Instinctively, I turned around, astonished by the timing.

A raven haired boy, embracing a red jacket, gave me a small smile as he slowly walked toward me. I couldn't help but feel my stomach jiggle. The same effect ran through my legs. I could hardly walk to Danny due to the sudden anvil-sized weight that was inflicted upon me.

I was speechless, unable to find the words that I wanted to say. I wanted to blurt out my plan, something I had been longing to do for a long time, but not a word escaped my mouth. I merely nodded, trying to pull my face into a smile.

Danny furrowed his brow and took another step toward me until we were just an inch apart. I averted my gaze at him, scared that I would be lost in those large, crystal blue eyes of his. That happened too often this past week. Every time I glanced his way, whether it be during English class or in the halls, I felt as if I were shoved into a pool of icy cold water. Some subconscious part of my mind informed me that it was because of the pain about leaving, and the guilt because I had asked for this.

"I...need your help," I muttered, sneaking a glance up at Danny, who had placed a crooked smile on his face.

I was drowning.

"With what?" He asked, though I could hardly comprehend what he had just said. I could feel my heart throbbing in my ears.

I took a deep breath and took a small step back. If Pam so much as peered out the window we'd be busted.

"I—I'm gonna try to...getpamandjeremybacktogether." My words slipped out of my mouth in a mushed form. If he understood what I meant I'd be immensely impressed.

Danny raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"What?" He asked. I was suddenly reminded of the newspaper fiasco not too long ago. I sighed.

"I need you to help me...get...Pam and Jeremy back to—together," I explained softly.

Danny was quite hesitant with this remark. I watched his facial expressions as he accumulated what I had just said, along with this past weeks' occurrences.

"I don't think that's such a--"

"Danny, please!" I cried exasperatedly. "Please...I..." I shook my head and stared down at the grass. I felt his hand lightly touch my shoulder; a friendly gesture.

"What do you plan on doing?" He asked me. I looked up, and there he was, that crooked smile that sent my heart into a mad riot. I weakly smiled, glanced back to the kitchen window, and back to Danny.

"I think the reason Pam has so many relationship problems," I leaned against our neighbor's house wall and continued. "Is because she's never gotten over her first...and only husband."

Danny leaned against my house's wall as well, folding his arms across his chest as he nodded his head. I made it a point to stare into the street, watching as a streetlight began to go out.

"I...I think..." I took a deep breath. "I think that if...we..." I shrugged and looked up at Danny. "Recreate their first date..." Danny chuckled at my offer. I frowned. This was my visible hope.

"What's so funny?" I challenged him, placing my hands on my hips.

"Sam..." Danny gave me a small smile, not the crooked one that made me melt, yet something similar. He walked away from the wall and toward me once more. I was trapped, yet I couldn't help but feel a giggle longing to escape in my throat at our closeness. "I really, really want you to stay. More than anything." I could have sworn I heard his voice crack as he spoke. "But...I don't know if this'll work."

He was now not even an inch away from me. The scene at the alley beside the bowling alley rapidly replayed through my mind. I took a deep breath and shook it out of my head.

"It'll work," I debated, clutching my sides to prevent myself from throwing my arms around him. That was the last thing I needed to do.

"And what gives you that idea?" He asked me, now bending down so I could easily count his eyelashes. His honeysuckle breath blew into my face, making my stomach jolt with comfortable joy.

"Er..." I couldn't leave the embrace of his eyes. They had me seized to this wall, unable to escape. "Fate's on our side?" That sent Danny into a fit of laugher. I couldn't help but laugh as well. Fate wasn't on our side ever since we first met, let alone this very instant.

Danny slipped his hand into mine, warming it up, despite the coldness of it. I could feel blush creeping onto my cheeks, but only allowed a lopsided smile to give away my true emotion.

"What was their first date?" He asked me, furrowed his brow.

My stomach dropped.

"Oops..."

Danny groaned and dropped my hand, though he had a sparkle behind his eyes.

"You never asked her?" He inquired, louder than I hoped he would have.

I gave him a sheepish smile. How could I have been so idiotic! My plan had been flawless! I had gone over every detail in my head for the past week. Every single detail except the most important one.

Danny shook his head and chuckled.

"Sam..." He groaned, amusement hanging lightly in his tone.

"Shush," I snapped, though I couldn't help but grin at my stupidity. "C'mon." Danny raised an eyebrow.

"To where!" He asked as I reluctantly left the wall.

"We're gonna go talk to Pam," I explained exasperatedly. "Get the details about the date from her!" Danny shook his head.

"Wouldn't your mom think it's a little weird that her boyfriend's son came over to ask about her ex husband--"

"She won't look at the details about the present," I excused. "She'll be too absorbed in answering the question that Pam probably won't even know we're there." And that was true. If I had ever asked Pam a personal question about her past, which I did so rarely, she seemed to be lost in memories.

Danny gave me a skeptical look as I grabbed his forearm and pulled him to the front door.

"Sam, I really doubt this'll work." His voice was full of both apprehension and excitement. I couldn't help but giggle at the sound of it. I wanted to kill Danny right then and there. I never giggled!

"Trust me," I told him wisely, opening the door slightly. "Pam won't be able to resist this."

Danny raised an eyebrow at my statement, causing a new fit of giggles to erupt. How could he do that? It was so unfair.

"If you say so..." Danny said as I walked into the living room, he right behind me.

"Samantha?" I heard Pam call from the kitchen. I glanced back at Danny. Maybe it would be better if he weren't visible...

"Go ghost," I whispered to him before I screamed, "Yeah!" to answer Pam's question.

"What?" Danny asked me, moving to my side.

"Don't let her see you," I informed him as the door began from the kitchen began to swing open. I felt my stomach drop as Pam emerged from behind the door and looked to my side, but Danny had, thankfully, disappeared.

"Where've you been, Sammykins?"She asked me, placing a fake smile upon her lips.

"I was...taking a walk," I answered her softly. "When's Jeremy getting here?"

"He should be here in about an hour or so," She answered. "Why?"

"Just...just curious is all." I felt triumphant at the timing. "Listen...Mom...can I ask you a question?"

Pam eyed me curiously for a moment before nodding.

"I've got dinner cooking so..." Her voice drifted off as she sat down on the couch and patted an empty spot beside her. I glanced to my side were I assumed Danny was still standing and walked to the sofa to sit beside my mother.

"What is it, Samantha?" Pam asked as she brushed a strand of my midnight black hair out of my face. I wanted to push her hand away when she tucked it behind my ear, though I feared she wouldn't tell me the story if I did so. Last day in Amity or not.

I looked to my side. I could have sworn I heard footsteps come this way. My eyes drifted to the armchair, where slight indentions were placed in the cushion. As if someone were sitting there. I smiled at what Pam would assume was air before turning to face her.

"I was curious..." I began, wishing that Danny were here to give me an encouraging smile. Though I would probably be close to fainting from receiving one... "What was your first date with Jer—Dad like?"

Pam examined my face for a moment, most likely expecting my expression to become suddenly uninterested as I had done since I was younger to silently inform her that I honestly did not care. I kept my facial expression constant, slightly eager to listen to her long, almost never ending story.

"Your father," She began, leaning back into the sofa. "Took me out to this exotic dinner party with his friends." I furrowed my brow as she smiled at the thought. "We didn't stay for long, though."

"Why not?" I asked her, taking my jacket off. Pam grinned.

"He was a very strange man then," She said, almost inaudibly. I had to lean forward to hear each syllable spoken. "Wanted to surprise me." Pam sighed and closed her eyes, dipping ever so slowly into the memories. "Jeremy and I disappeared from the party and we ended up in an the park!" She chuckled. "A moonlight dinner..."

"What happened?" I pressed on.

"We had a picnic dinner...bologna sandwiches and chocolate cake." Pam sighed. "Your father got icing on his nose and neither of us could tell. It was so dark that he didn't know about it until we got into his car and I pointed it out." I chuckled.

"It was so romantic," She breathed. "I really got to know your father on that date, Sammykins."

"Anything else?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow. Pam shook her head.

"No," She said, brushing her hand through her orange hair. "Nothing, really."

We sat in a time consuming silence for a moment before I decided that this was the end of Pam's tale.

"Right," I said, standing up. "Well...I'm just gonna go to my...room...make sure I've got everything..." My voice drifted off. Pam, who seemed to be in a slight daze, merely nodded and folded her arms across her chest.

I looked over to the arm chair, expecting some sound to come, but heard nothing. I felt my feet take mt to my room, though my brain was on other issues.

As I opened my door, I found Danny sitting on my bed, giving me an evil smirk.

"What?" I asked loudly. Danny put a finger on his lips. I bit my own bottom lip. "What?" I repeated in a whisper.

Danny stood up and chuckled.

"You need to make sure your mom stays out of the backyard," He ordered.

"The dinner?" I asked him. Danny's smirk widened. I couldn't help but giggle (much to my dismay) at his contorted expression.

"Exactly."

When Jeremy entered through the living room door, Pam rushed out of the kitchen.

Danny had helped me escape my room my somehow being able to let me...phase through solid objects the past hour. I had felt weightless...though slightly at unease. Danny had done most of the work, placing a large blanket in the middle of the backyard, while I kept a look-out for Pam through the window. That was pretty much the only thing I could offer, though...

"Jeremy!" I heard Pam give off a girlish squeal. I cringed and poked my head out the door of my room, listening as the front door slammed shut.

"Samantha!" Jeremy said, a grin upon his face as I walked out of the hallway. He embraced me in a bone crushing hug. "Haven't seen you in forever, kiddo!" He exclaimed.

"Whose fault is that?" I muttered under my breath. Thankfully, however, he hadn't heard it.

I glanced at his appearance as he let me go. His clothes, shabby as ever, were something similar to what I remember him wearing at our other meetings. His blond hair, shaggy, greasy, and messy hung over his big blue eyes. There had been controversy in our family over my own appearance. Pam, who had hair as orange as the sunset, and Jeremy, whose hair was so blond it could almost be considered bleach blond, had no relatives with hair as dark as mine. I didn't mind as Pam quarreled with relatives about not only my clothes, but my hair, eyes, and skin tone. It made me even more unique, something I cherished.

"You don't know how happy I am that you're coming to Colorado," He said, grinning from ear to ear as he placed his hands on my shoulders. I felt like I was four years old again. Jeremy was known to treat me much younger than I actually was. When Christmas would come around, he would come for a surprise visit, hand me an envelope with various amounts of money inside of it, and act as if I were ten years younger. It made me both uncomfortable and angry.

"Right," I said stiffly, squirming out of his clutches. I took a quick glance out the window to the backyard and to Jeremy and Pam once more.

"Is dinner ready?" I asked Pam tonelessly, turning my back to Jeremy. "I'm...starving." I crossed my arms and watched as Pam raised an eyebrow.

"Dinner...right!" She flushed. "Would you like to stay, Jeremy? For dinner...I mean...It should be done in...in thirty minutes..."

"Please, Dad?" I asked, turning to Jeremy. "I'm really hungry..."

Jeremy sighed.

"You can't wait until we get to the hotel?"

I shook my head.

He sighed again and brushed his fingers through his hair, making parts stick up.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt..."

I grinned.

"Thank you!" I said, almost too happily. I could feel a grin taking over my face as I eagerly fast walked to my room.

I shut the door behind me, pressing my ear against the door to listen as Jeremy asked Pam about how the weather over here was going.

"Danny?" I whispered as I walked away from the door. "Are you here?"

My eyes drifted to the boxes lined against my wall. Tape was strewn across my floor, along with bits of cardboard attached to it, due to one of the boxes that I had hastily opened for my comforter to be put into the backyard.

"He seems nice," A voice commented from the direction of my bed. I turned and saw a snow-white haired boy with glowing green eyes that lit up my room appear, arms crossed and a slight frown sitting on his face.

"He is," I said with a shrug. "Just...he's busy all the time. And he doesn't get paid all that much either, so it doesn't really even out."

Danny gave me a sympathetic smile.

"You'd manage, though."

I raised an eyebrow.

"What's with the change of heart?" I asked him, crossing my arms at his mood swing.

Danny shook his head.

"I...don't wanna get our hopes up," He answered. I bit my lip. Nor did I, but I couldn't help but feel anxious at the outcome of tonight.

"Me neither," I agreed, walking over to my bed. "But I think this might work. We might actually be able to win this battle."

"Battle against who?" Danny asked me, a grin spreading across his face.

"Fate, of course." He laughed a little too loudly, causing me to slap my hand over the ghost boy's mouth.

I could feel the corners of his mouth turn up, his eyes shining with apology. I dropped my hand onto my mattress, tingling with delight.

"Now what?" Danny asked me. "We put that comforter on the ground, made the sandwiches and got pieces of cake to--"

"Did Pam see you?" I intervened. Danny chuckled, but ignored my answer.

"And we stopped the dinner she was making." I grinned. "So now what?" I almost added that I took no part in this hostile act at all, but decided against it.

I smiled.

"Now we need to get them outside," I pointed out, "And..." I hesitated for a brief moment. "And lock the doors so they can't get back in." Danny smirked.

"How?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow.

"We just lock the--" Danny laughed and shook his head.

"How do we get them outside?" I felt blush creep up on my cheeks.

"Oh," I said, chuckling at my dim-witted behavior. "Simple," I gingerly poked him in the chest. "You."

Danny brushed his fingers through his hair, confusion clearly readable by his expression.

"Me?" He asked. "What are you talking about?"

"I need you to take over Jeremy," I whispered. Wednesday, Danny confided to me in the hallway after English class that he had taken over Lancer's body during part of the lesson, depriving the class of that night's homework.

Danny's eyes widened.

"I'm not--" I pressed my finger to his lips and leaned in slightly.

"Just for a few minutes," I whispered, wishing I could control my heart rate. It was beating so rapidly and loudly that Danny was sure to hear it. "To get them outside." I brought my finger back to form a loose fist, drawing it down to the mattress once more.

Danny contemplated over this for a moment, eying me occasionally through the thirty second thinking session.

He eventually sighed and shrugged.

"What do I say?" He asked me. I couldn't resist the impulse to throw my arms around his neck this time.

"Thank you," I whispered. This was so unlike me. I wasn't supposed to feel this way around anyone. I wasn't supposed to enjoy human contact...

"Anytime," Danny said. I felt his chest heave in and out quickly as he chuckled.

I released my death grip on him and thought for a moment.

"I'm gonna pretend like I see a ghost in the backyard," I informed him. Danny nodded. I scratched my ear and went on. "Pam and Jeremy go check it out...and we lock them out!"

Danny laughed at my scheme.

I pressed my face against the backyard window. Pam and Jeremy were sitting in an awkward silence on the sofa, exchanging conversation only on a rare occasion.

"It's really cold in Denver," I heard from behind me. I turned around, slightly astonished to find Jeremy with large, glowing green eyes, his voice completely different. Like Danny's.

"Really?" Pam nodded her head. "How cold does it get there?"

I pressed my nose against the cold window once more.

"GHOST!" I shrieked in terror. Pam rocketed out of her seat, Jeremy's body as well.

"What?" Pam asked, clutching my shoulder. I did my best to sound surprised, though I wasn't very good at it.

"There's a ghost," I muttered, pointing out the window. "I saw it..."

Pam peered out into the backyard, furrowing her brow.

"I don't see any--" I pulled her elbow away, just in case she could see the picnic Danny had set up.

"Maybe we should check it out," Danny's voice suggested. "I'm sure it's nothing but just to make sure..."

Pam eyed Jeremy for a moment, glanced to me, and nodded.

"Right," She agreed, opening the back door. Jeremy followed her, slamming the door shut behind him.

Before I knew it, a ghostly figure appeared in front of me and bolted the back door shut.

"Perfect," I said with a grin. The room was suddenly illuminated by a blue neon glow for a split second until Danny Fenton, his large mass of raven black hair, was grinning at me.

Danny grabbed my hand as we trudged out of the house through the front door, leading me to the side of the house where nothing but a wooden fence separated us from the backyard.

"How d'you think it's going?" I whispered to Danny, who merely gave me a small, weak...vulnerable smile.

Pam and Jeremy had been alone for a total of twenty minutes. Half of which were spent searching for the ghost (as far as I could tell from the back porch's light). They hadn't gone to the back door banging on it, longing to get inside, so something must have happened.

"I dunno," He answered after a while, reaching for the gate latch, but I stopped him.

"They'll hear it," I scolded. Danny nodded.

"Right," He said. There was now no point of coming outside, seeing as I couldn't become invisible like Danny could.

I slid down until my legs made contact with the cool, windswept grass. Danny imitated my movement and did the same.

We sat in silence for a while, listening for the occasional laugh or giggle. Danny and I had set the comforter out in the middle of the backyard. They would have been morons if they hadn't seen it...

"Danny..." I spoke slowly, looking away from the fence to face him.

"Hmm?"

"I was thinking...what if this doesn't work?"

"It will--" He protested, but I placed my hand on his shoulder

"But just...what if it doesn't?" I placed my hand in my lap. "What if Pam doesn't fall for it and ends up marrying Jack...we'd be...we'd be siblings...and--"

Danny chuckled, intervening my somewhat self-debate.

"Sam," He said lightly, shifting his body to face me. "It will work. And even if it doesn't, there's no way Jack will marry Pam. He's gonna goof up the relationship somehow." I shook my head.

"I dunno, Danny."

"And if you have to move to Colorado," He said, his shining eyes suddenly fading as he spoke those words. "Then I swear I'll visit you, okay?" He laughed. "You're worrying for nothing."

I brought my knees to my chest, scolding myself for not wearing my jacket. I had the tendency to do that when I was outside with Danny, apparently.

Maybe Danny was right, though. Maybe I was worrying over nothing. How could my hopes and anxiety, my happiness, suddenly be replaced with this feeling of...unease? I looked over at Danny's face, now smiling his crooked smile, and the answer came so easily that I was surprised I hadn't figured it out before.

He placed his hand on my cheek, causing me to tell myself when to breathe. The world seemed as if it would be spinning any second, my stomach jolting from side to side as if I were on a boat, adrift at sea on a stormy night.

"It'll be fine," He said, though I could sense some unsure tint in his voice.

I hesitated, feeling myself being plunged into that icy pool, yet this time it was different. The bitter cold was replaced with warmth, as if I were a child wrapped in a blanket beside a crackling fire.

"Right," I agreed. It was hard to control my breathing, having Danny so close to me. I felt the same almost the same sensation back at the alley, causing me to close my eyes, hoping I wouldn't vomit from nerves. Danny sent that crooked to me, making the butterflies in my stomach sprout thousands more pairs of wings and flutter around more. I scolded myself for being so vulnerable, for allowing myself to give in to this feeling. To this chemical reaction.

But I liked it. I felt stronger. Happier. I didn't want to lose that feeling.

Though, a small part of my mind continuously asked, "What if it doesn't work?"

((Author's Note: WHOA! Took forEVER to update. -is really sorry- This chapter...I won't say anything aside from it's the final one. I'LL HAVE AN EPILOIGUE...but when it'll be out...I won't say. Heh. So I guess it isn't the final one...

I had to re-read my whole fan fiction thing...and I passed by a few chapters that I forgot I even wrote! -faints- And not just those early ones, mind you. o-0 Strange...

But...if you are reading this...know that it is exactly 3:08 in the morning as I type this. I began this at about...10:21. I had to start over because my notebook pages were ripped up by...someone, and so...yes. That and along with another one of my stories too. -sigh- Oh well.

But I won't say anything about this stupid story yet until the epilogue is out. It won't be long. I've got it all in my head, honestly. :D

Reviews make me happy! Along with socks...but so do reviews!

HUGE THANK YOU TO MISS SAM! HUGEHUGEHUGEHUGEHUGEHUGEHUGE! WITHOUT YOU THIS CHAPTER WOULD HAVE BEEN SO DIFFERENT AND SO MUCH WORSE! I APPRECIATE THIS SO MUCH! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, -insert a billion thank yous right here-SO MUCH! and if I don't get this out by tomorrow morning...I'M SO SORRY! ;-;

Thank you. ;D

And, if you aren't Miss Sam and you're reading this, THANK YOU READER! I would have quit on this story after chapter...four...but I didn't! -is shocked- After the epilogue is out, I can finally put a story under complete! W00t! XDDD

I have to go now. My eyelids are beginning to take over the world...

FS))