Chapter Twenty-Two

Author's note: These are the last few chapters. They're all pretty short, they're all from Two-Bit's POV, and they happen a few years in the future after the rest of the story. It says how many years later at the beginning of the chapter. Thank you for all the reviews, and I hope you enjoy these last few chapters.

One Year Later

Two-Bit

Savannah and I are married now.

That night a year ago, we were both just joking about getting married when her brother got back in town. But I loved Savannah so much, and she loved me. We were already living together, so we decided to get married.

It was probably the most casual wedding ceremony in the history of casual wedding ceremonies. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, and Savannah wore this white skirt and top. The only people there were Savannah's brother and his wife, Darry, Soda, and Steve. Then there was the minister guy, who was one of Savannah's neighbors. We didn't even have a cake, just cookies.

We honeymooned in Florida though. It sucked. I had never been to the beach before, and I didn't listen to Savannah when she told me to put on sunscreen. I got a really bad sunburn, and then Savannah and I ate at this seafood place and we both got food poisoning. It was horrible then, but Savannah and I are both laughing about it now.

Savannah got a really good job as a receptionist at a doctor's office, it pays really well so I could have stopped working if I wanted to, but I felt like I should make some money. I never bought Savannah a ring, and I want to get her one. Now I'm working at the DX with Steve and Soda. It's a lot better than my other job; I hated that stupid grocery store.

I love Savannah even more now than before. She feels the same way about me. Our life together has been perfect, except for one thing. Sheba died a month ago. She was really old and she was having a lot of joint problems. One day she was lying down, and she couldn't get up. Savannah took her to the vet, and the vet decided the best thing to do would be to put Sheba to sleep. Savannah was heartbroken, she cried for several days. Then Soda found these kittens that someone had abandoned in an alley. There were five of them, and I took two of them to give to Savannah. She hated them at first; she was still really upset about Sheba dying. But then one day I came home from work, and Savannah was sitting on the couch with both the kittens curled up in her lap. She's loved them ever since. She named them Paul and John because she's obsessed with the Beatles.

Savannah is at work now, but she should be coming home soon. I'm sitting on the couch; half watching Mickey Mouse and half watching the kittens. Savannah gave them this ball to play with, it has a bell in it, so whenever they roll the ball, the bell rings. The kittens are obsessed with it, and it's really funny to watch them play with it.

I heard Savannah trying to get the door open. I ran over to the door and hid behind it. Savannah walked in and closed the door. I was standing behind her.

"Hey," I said.

Savannah screamed and turned around. Then she saw it was me and not someone trying to rob the apartment.

"Don't do that," Savannah said. "You're going to give me a heart attack, and then I'll be dead and you'll be really sad."

"I won't give you a heart attack," I said.

I pulled Savannah close to me and kissed her. "I love you," I muttered. Then I kissed Savannah again.

I love her so much.