((Author's Note: THIS STORY IS COMPLETE! IT IS NOW UNDER THE COMPLETED SECTION! -faints- I'm really glad that this is the last installment thingy. No...scratch that. Overjoyed. Though I AM going to miss thinking up the plot while I'm trying to sleep at night, I have to admit.

I just wanted to say that without the support from you guys, I would have NEVER gone this far. Not in a million YEARS! I'm...known to not finish stuff. Especially fan fictions...always get side-tracked or lose interest. But the feedback made this ALL worth while. Yes, this is going to sound corny. Yes, if you are reading this, you are going to have to endure it or you can skip ahead to the epilogue. Hmm...I probably spelled that wrong. I went through the spell check and dictionary dot com to see if I spelled it correctly, but knowing me I never changed it. Meh, oh well. Deal with the typos or face the wrath of Fluffy, the evil kumquat! -maniacal laughter-

Heh, remember Skulker's plan! IT WILL BE REVEALED IN THIS...thing. But it's a very lame idea...oh wellz.
Along with...what else? I dunno...but everything is pretty much summed up in this epilogue...whatjamadoodle.

Honestly, I'm fresh out of ideas for treats. So you shall have a Danny FENTON plushie this go around.

TREATS THAT YOU SHALL EAT! ooh, it be a rhyme! -clings to rhyme-

Miss Sam: Nonetheless...THANK YOU SO MUCH! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

DeniedLuv: Aww. Thank you:D ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

Imaginary Whisper: -coughwe'llseecough- Teehee. Thank you uberly mucho...ly. ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

Raven Of The Night676: XDD Yes, they are. Pathetic, actually...yet fun to write. Thank you! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

Summers Rage: Aww, thank you so much! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

look for the girl with the broken smile: omfg are you serious! -squeal- THAT'S SO COOL! Glad it worked! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

domanicandragon: Was that a combined mush of words or did that really mean something? O0 -FS is a dork- But thank you! You really don't know how much that means to me! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

RoseLOVE...Rose then DIES: Teehee. Sadly it is. I have stinkin' school in a bit. -sigh- BUT THANK YOU! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

dAnnYs GiRl777: Thank you! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

passing4insane: Me neither! I'm glad to know someone's on the same page as me! -glomp- Thank you! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

BadgersRule: Aww...THANK YOU SO MUCH! -cling- ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

midnight scare(x2): Teehee. Thank you! No, you're not stupid. ;D But THANK YOU SO MUCH! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

Serena: Aww, thankies! -glomp- That honestly means a whole lot more to me then I let on...and I probably spread it on thick, too. heh...()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

KittyKiChi: Auhauhauh...Thank you:D ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

The Original Muffin: I'm still in love with your name. XP THIS shall be the end. Heh...()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

Serena (again!): Teehee. Thank you! Yesh..procrastination is just lovely, isn't it? ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF

Zirra: Aww, thanks! But tell that to Miss Sam. -pokes Miss Sam- She's the one who got me out of the gutter...and I'm honestly not gonna let you NOT have last...update's prize thingy. No way! ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DP ()()()()()()()()()()$$$$(:)+(3DF -glomp-

Now, I wanna thank my friend Katy. She won't be reading this, but without her continuous annoyance this story would have had a much different...and worse turnout.

So here it is, the epilogue of If We Kiss. Yes...FS actually finished something. W00t!

Butch Hartman owns Danny Phantom. I own this dust ball. His name is Fred. BOW DOWN TO FRED...because he loves pie.

Epilogue

I scowled at the image in the mirror, sticking my tongue out at the reflection that I wished had nothing to do with me. I smoothed down the roughness of the massive, brilliantly pink dress, hoping that it would ruin it. Or at least smash it down so I didn't look like I was wearing a parachute. I felt drowned in this itchy, uncomfortable fabric. Pam had recently informed me that I looked like an absolute angel when she picked it out, and, after many arguments and tantrums, I found was obliged to wear this hideous thing. Apparently I owed her one for taking care of me for fourteen years.

The dress continued to pop up, fluffier than before, if that were even possible. I sighed at the obviously futile task and threw my hands up exasperatedly in the air.

This had been the day I was dreading for so long. Ever since Pam announced her engagement early December. I furrowed my brow at the memory, forcing it out of my mind for what seemed like the twentieth time.

"This is stupid," I muttered, glaring at the mirror. Reflection Sam did the same, causing her to look like an evil ghost with a bad taste in clothing wear. My pale skin clashing against the bright pink dress didn't make this situation any better. I sighed and turned away from the mirror, crossing my arms as I did so. Nothing I could do could make me feel the slightest bit more comfortable about my horrid situation.

A knock on the dressing door interrupted my thoughts. Almost gratefully, I unfolded my arms.

"Come in," I muttered through clenched teeth, my expression softening as I turned to the door.

The doorknob turned slowly, and out emerged a bushy mass of raven hair, Caucasian, blue eyed boy, a fixed smile upon his face. I felt blush creeping up on my cheeks, suddenly wishing that I hadn't changed into Pam's bridesmaid's dress just yet. And for more reasons...

"Hey," I greeted happily, despite the current situation, brushing a strand of my now curled hair out of my face. A real, true smile graced Danny's lips as he closed the door behind him, blue eyes sparkling with so much intensity it almost hurt to look at them. Though even if it did hurt, I was positive I would have taken any form of intense agony...

"Hey," He said as well. I examined his attire. Basic, traditional black tuxedo. He had a tie around his neck, though it was rather sloppy and it looked as if he had done it himself. His face was shining at something.

We stood in silence, taking in each other's appearance. I his wondrous, Godlike one, and him my repulsive, nightmarish one. Because he didn't make a face did I plop myself onto an armchair near by, resting my chin on my hand. He was probably too polite to chortle.

"You look beautiful," Danny croaked after a long hesitation. I glared at him, and a light tint of pink was visible on his cheeks. "No, honestly, Sam." He walked to the chair, drumming his fingers on the arm of it, just inches away from my hand. "You do."

I said nothing, wishing I had something more to say other than his own outfit. It seemed to me as if tuxedos were made just for him to wear, not any other male in the world.

"You too," I said, though immediately clamped my mouth shut. The blood drained from my face as I realized what I had said. I had just called Danny beautiful. Of course he was beautiful, but I never meant that to escape the back of my mind. I snuck a glance up at him, awed by his now cherry-red face. The blood was pounding in my ears now, and it was hard to hear as he laughed at my comment.

Danny lowered his knees onto the ground, though he stiffened his back so we were almost eye contact. He allowed a crooked smile to spread across his face, though this wasn't the one that I had grown so accustomed to, yet constantly wanted to melt at the spot. This one didn't reach his eyes. It was artificial in so many ways.

I smiled grimly back. We weren't supposed to meet like this. We weren't supposed to meet at all, for that matter.

"Are you happy?" He asked me in a low whisper. Happy? Pam was getting married. She would no longer be single. Never again would I have to come home to her sobbing over a break-up. An argument with her husband, perhaps, but never a break-up along with long marathons of tragic romances.

"I...dunno," I answered after what seemed like forever to rethink the question that most likely should have been interpreted in a different way. "Why?"

"I am," He said, the smile now glancing on his eyes. Why was he happy? He reserved no right whatsoever to have any joyful feeling in him.

"You are?" I asked, leaning in slightly. He imitated my movement.

"Yeah," He whispered, eyes now dazzling me. I felt a whooping sensation overpower me. My blood seemed to be pulled out of my torso and rapidly forced to my lower body, causing my eyelids to flutter intensely as I dealt with the abnormal aftermath.

"Why--" Was all that was able to escape from my mouth before he pressed his lips against mine.

So that's why.

I clutched the armchair cushion, watching as the room around me suddenly morphed into a whirlwind until I could see nothing but Danny's face. I clenched my eyes shut and concentrated on allowing the air to get out of my lungs. My heart was beating a thousand times louder, a thousand times faster. Those butterflies that had been implanted inside of my stomach were flying around vigirously, apparently trying to find a way out. My legs were turning to mush even though I wasn't using them at the moment.

And then the dizziness ended, replaced by...giddy? I kept my eyes closed, afraid that this new emotion would dissolve into nothingness. I slowly allowed my hands to let go of the seat cushion, obstinately raising raising them into the air--

A knock on the door broke us apart, a gasp escaping from me. Danny scrambled to his feet as I called out, "I--I'm...come in!"

The door opened and emerged a flushed Maddie wearing the same dress as I, though she looked perfect in it. It embraced her in all the right places, her skin against it didn't make you want to clench your eyes in pain.

"There you are!" Maddie sighed in relief. I gave her a half-hearted smile and stood up, ignoring the sudden heat rush I had received. Maddie shut the door behind her and hurried to me.

"Sam," She said in a somewhat disapproving tone. "You're lipstick is all smudged..." As if she were my grandmother, she took off her gloves (I had yet to put the pair of gloves Pam insisted I wear on my hands), licked her thumb, and scrubbed my face with it. I shot a glance to Danny who was fiercely rubbing at his mouth. It was so hard not to laugh aloud at the sight.

"Sorry," I said, trying to sound completely innocent. My tone was thick with guilt. I was a horrible liar. "I'm not used to the blotchy pink stuff Pa—Mom uses." Maddie chuckled and dropped her hand into her purse and fished out a tube of lipstick.

"Here," She said, handing it to me. I sighed and dragged my feet to the mirror. They made a much more louder noise than Maddie's graceful steps, like a dancer. Though Maddie wasn't hiding combat boots underneath her beyond-floor length dress...

As I applied the lipstick, I watched Danny pursing his lips so they weren't visible to Maddie as she placed her hands on her hips, awaiting the return of her lipstick.

"Thanks," I said bitterly. I thrust the tube into her hands, happy that it was out of my own. Maddie smiled and placed it in her purse, snapping it shut.

"Sam..." She sighed as she looked at the pink gloves that were hanging loosely on a nearby table.

"What?" I asked, faking obliviousness. She sighed and threw the gloves at me.

"Be sure you're ready in ten minutes--" She furrowed her brow, now realizing Danny's presence was actually in the room. "Danny, what are you doing in here?"

Danny smiled sheepishly at Maddie before darting out of the room. Maddie raised an eyebrow to me before closing the door, leaving me alone in the room.

I slipped the gloves on slowly, angry at Pam for deciding that the theme of this horrible wedding should be pink. Angry at her for deciding to get married in this early of a stage in a relationship.

I pulled my arm through the second glove and examined myself in the mirror. I tried to flatten out the poofiness of my dress once more, but nothing happened. I watched as my reflection gave me a half-hearted smile before another knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in," I called out, turning away from the mirror once more.

"Are you ready yet?" This time it wasn't Danny or Maddie. It was an irritated, annoyed, and somewhat raspy voice. I sighed and watched as the door was flung open, revealing Grandma Ida, her snow white (almost as white as the ghost boy's hair that "haunted" Amity Park) hair falling to her shoulders, massive glasses that consumed most of her face, wrinkles that were mostly from smiling other than old age, and a purple jumpsuit as she sat on her motor-scooter.

"Yes, Gr--" Grandma Ida zoomed in on her electronic scooter, narrowing her eyes at me behind her large framed glasses. I broke off as she bent down to pick up the hem of mys dress.

"Grandma Ida!" I scoffed, pulling the pink fluff ball out of her hands and allowing it to drop to the floor. For a brief moment I thought that she was going to scold me about my footwear. She had to have seen the combat boots. She wasn't that blind.

But she just smirked at me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She did notice...

"You ought'a get your hiney in gear," She commented with her raspy voice, jabbing her thumb to the direction of the door. "The ceremony starts in a few minutes." I bit my lip and peered down at the woman that I had always thought knew me better than I knew myself, though we were a lot a like. Both non-conformists, both had (or having, in my case) a wild streak burning through our soul during the teenage years.

I nodded and adjusted the dress around my hips. Grandma Ida snickered though said nothing once more and led the way out of the dressing room.

The corridor of the church was lined with flowers of every kind. I glanced at them, disgusted at Pam's decorating ideas. A bright pink flower fell in front of my face. I shoved it out of my way,continuing on with Grandma Ida's scooter whirred beside me as I hurried my slow pace to a fast walk.

I sighed in relief as the archway before the aisle came into view. Grandma Ida slowed down and winked at me before zooming down the aisle to find a seat beside my Aunt Freesia, a full lipped, bleached blond, incredibly slender woman with a constant pinched expression. Her ego was so large it could be dubbed a planet.

I realized I had been peeking out the open doors when a harsh tug on my shoulder erupted my thoughts. I was swung around, my elbow bumping into the wall to face my mother.

I gasped. It was hard not to. Pam looked so...unlike herself. Her normally shocking orange hair looked stunning under the pearl white veil. Her dress, even larger than mine was, much to my dismay, beautiful. Like Maddie, all of the curves that she had were treated nicely in the dress.

Her thin, tube-like arms were embraced by the same fabric of gloves that I and the other bridesmaids had to wear, those hers were white. With the applied make-up that she wore not even on dates, Pam looked absolutely breath-taking.

I had seen her in this before, but now, with all of the accessories in tact, she was gorgeous. I felt self-pity swarm over me. Though I would never be caught wearing Pam's wedding gown, I still couldn't help but envy her beauty. Here I was, in a three-sizes-too-big dress, making my face look small and skin tone too pale, while Pam looked amazingly beautiful in her perfectly fitting dress that seemed to be made just for her.

"Sammykins," Pam said, her eyes filling up with tears as she embraced me in a gut-wrenching hug. I felt my stomach drop. She was going to begin sobbing, I could feel it. I didn't want to have her watery mascara marks to scrub off of my shoulder later on tonight.

"Mom," I said, my voice strained. "You've—don--done this before!" Pam released her grip on me and smiled, tears so close to spilling over the edge of her eyes.

"I know," She whispered, tracing circles on my exposed arm. "But...this time it's different. This time I'm in love!" I stared at her with a blank expression. Shouldn't you get married when you're in love no matter what? It was normal for a bride to be apprehensive about her second wedding, I wasn't forgetting that. Maybe she was just lying to cover up the fact about her sudden nerves.

"It'll be okay, Mom," I assured her. "I promise."

The preacher's speech was long. I hadn't gone to a wedding before, and I wasn't prepared to stand for such a long amount of time, being forced to act as if I were intently listening and slightly interested.

Despite my best efforts, I found my eyes drifting to Danny, sitting on the bride's side of the room. I wasn't sure if he had been bored as I was and found himself looking off into another direction aside from the bride and groom. He never did fix his messy tie, though it, of course, made him look even more...beautiful. I allowed the thought to enter the front of my mind, now that I had said it aloud.

He glanced over to me, cheeks burning as he grinned. I grinned back, looking over to Pam and her fiancée. Perhaps things would be better this way. I would now have a full-time dad, Pam wouldn't leave suddenly for dates, there would be more than two place settings at the table...

Of course I was still slightly irritated that Pam had rushed into marriage. Maybe she was afraid of losing the "love of her life" as she so bluntly put it.

Though, as I looked at Danny, we had never actually discussed anything about how we felt before we ended up kissing. I glanced to Pam, her eyes filled with joy, and then to Danny, whose eyes had such a similar gleam that it slightly frightened me. I suppose that true love didn't depend upon time.

"Pamela Elizabeth Manson," The preacher said, snapping me out of my inner thoughts. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Pam seemed to enjoy the crowd's anxiety, for she hesitated before speaking.

"I do."

"And Jeremy Matthew erm..." The preacher paused, raising an eyebrow. "Manson. Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Then, by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Applause screeched throughout the room, many attendants raising to their feet as they witnessed Pam and Jeremy exchange their first kiss as husband and wife.

I clapped, too, grinning such a broad grin that my face was in immense pain. Pam was finally married. And this time, it looked as if she wouldn't fear commitment. It seemed to me that she would stay this way.

I watched as Maddie Fenton, Pam's Maid Of Honor, had tears streaming down her face. Her husband, Jack, who was sitting beside Danny, gave me a thumbs up sign. I laughed at his enthusiasm.

Jack and Pam's break up hadn't been as bad as I had thought it would be. Pam seemed to take it more harshly than he did, actually. She had forbid me to see Danny, afraid that Jack may come into her life again. That didn't stop Maddie, her best friend, from marrying him, however. Their college embers had never been extinguished.

During the reception, Danny had to force his way out of the dancing crowd to get to me. I had been leaning against the wall, cherishing the blackmail that seemed to never end.

"Hey, Sam," Danny said, a lopsided grin on his face. My cheeks burned as I stood upright.

"Hey," I said, eying an enthusiastic Pam as she threw her head back during the conga line. She wouldn't see me talking to Danny right now.

"Can I talk to you?" He asked me, grabbing my hand without an answer. I looked at him blankly before he grinned and tugged me out of the reception hall.

Danny led me out into the moonlit lawn that belonged to the church. My dress flowed in the wind as did my hair. Danny had now undone his tie (if you could consider it 'done' in the first place) and the cuffs, making him look even more lovely than before. He belonged on the movie screen rather than beside me in this luminous, empty lawn.

"What is it?" I whispered, though why I was unsure. No one would have heard us; or seen us for that matter. Danny smiled a crooked smile that actually touched his eyes this time. I heard my heart beating in my ears, along with the pounding of my blood. He never released my hand, nor did I.

"Sam--" He began, but cut off. A blue puff of what looked like smoke flew out of his mouth. He dropped my hand and turned around, peering up at the sky.

"Danny?" I asked, confused. I watched as his hands clenched into fists.

"Skulker," He muttered under his breath. I furrowed my brow.

"Who?" I asked thickly. The name stroke me as familiar, though I couldn't put my finger on it.

Though Danny didn't have to answer. A heavy suited ghost appeared in front of Danny and me. Danny grabbed my forearm and pushed me behind him as Skulker lowered himself onto the ground. I felt my mouth opening slightly about to gape at the ghost. That was the ghost that attacked Casper High so many weeks ago!

Skulker frowned at my presence before turning to Danny.

"I came to congratulate you," He said, though his voice was heavy with sarcasm.

"Congratulate me?" Danny asked slyly, his grip on my arm tightening so hard that, even in the dim moonlight, I could see a faint white line around his hand. I winced. "For what?"

"Foiling my plan."

The visions of Casper High, of me ducking underneath a desk as Danny fought Skulker before we were both nearly killed by the grenade he threw at us swarmed through my mind. Skulker had come to Amity Park to complete a 'mission' he said. What mission could that have possible been? I couldn't remember Skulker attacking Amity Park between then and now, so Danny couldn't have possibly thwarted Skulker's evil plan.

"What...plan?" Danny asked Skulker. His tone was angry and annoyed, and I could be sure that, if I had seen his expression, his eyes would be glowing green if not already so.

Skulker chuckled once, raising his arm in the air. For a moment I thought that he was going to shoot an ectoplasmic ray at Danny, but instead what looked like a gun came into formation, a sneer upon Skulker's face.

Danny released his grip on me and shoved me aside. I landed into a hard mound of grass before a blinding blue light appeared. I turned my head, gaping in awe as Danny Phantom appeared in Danny Fenton's spot, a menacing glare on his face.

Skulker smirked at Danny and blasted the ray at him, causing Danny to ram into a nearby tree. I clamped my hand over my lips to prevent myself from yelling, though a muffled scream escaped my mouth.

I watched in horror as Danny winced at the pain, his eyes clenched shut. For a moment I thought that he wouldn't open them as he slid down to the ground, but, as always, he baffled me by standing right back up and heading to Skulker, eyes now glowing with fierce rage.

"What do you want?" He hollered, voice echoing through the lawn. I peered at the door, hoping that someone would come out to see the scene. Maybe it would scare Skulker off.

"To consume your rage and pity, of course," Skulker spat before Danny shot his own green ecto-ray to him. I felt a light smile dance lively across my face at Danny's small victory.

"What're you talking about?" Danny asked, hovering in the air. Skulker laughed a hard, bitter laugh.

I was still sprawled on the ground, once again petrified with the consistent fear of being within twenty yards of a ghost. Danny occasionally glanced my way, making sure that I wasn't injured.

Skulker examined Danny for a moment. His bright eyes grew larger as he noticed Danny's lack of comprehension.

"You don't know?" He asked. Danny shook his head weakly. "Fool..." Danny glared at Skulker, though did nothing.

"I'm the one that set up your father with her mother," Skulker explained with an angry expression.

I gaped at him. He was the one who had tried to intervene with mine and Danny's relationship? He was the reason that Pam had decided to date Jack? I blinked as I absorbed all of this, both angry and relieved at what a foolish (yet cooperative) plot it was.

"Wha--" Danny said, sinking to the ground. I couldn't help but notice that he took a small step toward me. Accidental or not...

Skulker sneered at Danny.

"Why would you do that?" Danny demanded, his voice growing shaky and soft.

"You're much more of a--" Skulker paused. "Challenge to hunt you when you're filled with anger and sorrow. Much more harder to get to you." Danny made a growling noise with his throat as he backed up, now just inches from me.

Danny's hands flew to his side before he groaned in exasperation.

"I forgot the Fenton Thermos!" He sighed. I bit my lip. The Fenton Thermos was a device that would suck ghosts inside of, giving them a temporary home until they were released back into the Ghost Zone. Danny never left his home without it, though carrying the Fenton Thermos to a wedding might be too tacky...

Skulker chuckled in amusement at Danny's lack of weaponry.

"Until next time, Ghost Boy." Skulker smirked at Danny before flying away into the distance.

We stood there in silence for a while. It seemed like an eternity until Danny turned around to face me, his face pinched with disdain.

"What's wrong?" I asked the green-eyed beauty, forcing a smile. He hadn't defeated Skulker, but at least, for right now, everything was alright...

"It's my fault that--" I placed a finger to his lips, my forced happy expression morphing into shock.

"It isn't your fault Skulker can never be happy," I pointed out. Against my finger, Danny smiled that crooked smile. My crooked smile. My hand fell to my side, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.

"Sam," Danny said in a familiar tone. It was low and obstinate. The alley scene replayed through my head.

"Danny," I said, lightening the mood.

He chuckled.

"What would you do," He said, leaning in, lightly touching his lips onto mine. "If I kissed you?"

((Author's Note: The...end. THE END! HOW I'VE LONGED TO WRITE THAT! -faints- Eleven chapters. Well...ten if epilogues don't count...but nonetheless...w00t!

Okay, this was so short and rushed, but I've got school starting soon, and that means comparing schedules and getting those stinking books that I will never read.

Estimated time upon writing this weird story:...hmm. Let's see. I think it takes about five hours for each chapter. Half an hour for planning in my head, ten for writing it down, another ten for getting new ideas as I write it down. Writing out the scenes I want to be finished first takes about...an hour for each. Then pulling them all together maybe thirty minutes. And then, of course, the one hour editing.

And yet there are still typos. How pathetic...

So...I spend five or more hours on each chapter. Estimated time: 55 hours. Fifty...five...hours. THIS BOOK WAS FINISHED IN FIFTY-FIVE HOURS! -faints-

You'd think that I would set aside five hours of my time each day just for this story. I did, one day, but then that grew tiresome. Well, that and the fact that I'm thirteen so I DO have a social life.

Beyond that useless point...I just want to say thank you SO much to the readers of this story. And that whenever my close relative person died, this story honestly was the thing that kept me from mourning. I really wanna say thanks SO much to you all. I told myself I won't get corny since I did that in the last chapter, but I'm going to anyway.

Now when I go back to school and have to write an essay about what I did over the summer I can easily say: "I wrote a fan fiction that kept me cooped up in my room the entire summer the end."

-snort-

Anyways...before this A/N gets out of hand...

Aside from you I want to thank Blue October for the song Calling You that I have listened to 312 times and Alexz Johnson for her song It Could Be You that I have listened to a total of...552 times while writing this. -faints-

As of right now (okay well by the time you're reading this yesterday), today on August erm...fifth, two thousand and six...If We Kiss was finished some time around eleven. So I shall put this last installment thing up, and this story is now COMPLETE!

FS))