So technically I decided against that sad ending I had planned. Instead, I'm going to have an extremely traumatic and dramatic sequel to this story, but enjoy this chapter for now!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the 1-800-WHERE-R-You characters. They all belong to Meg Cabot. The song How do I Livebelongs to LeAnn Rimes.

How Do I Live?

How do I,
Get through one night without you?
If I had to live without you,
What kind of life would that be?

Oh, I

I don't know what I would do

I'd be lost if I lost you

If you ever leave

Okay, so the last thing I had heard before I fell unconscious was someone screaming my name, then a shot was fired—and not the one that had shot me, either. Now, it's what felt like eternity later and I'm being blinded by these stupid florescent hospital lights.

Lovely.

But all thoughts—including the ability to think—were washed away as soon as I saw Rob sleeping contently at the foot of my hospital bed.

Rob.

He was okay. Nothing had happened to him.

Just as I was attempting to sit up without waking up Rob, I felt a throbbing, shooting pain at my chest.

"Ow." I winced.

My hand instinctively went to clutch my chest only to realize that it can't because that area was all bandaged up and my arm was in a cast.

Oh yeah. That's right, I got shot. I almost forgot about that.

I guess all this movement startled Rob out of his peaceful slumber because the next thing I knew; he was lifting his head up and looking around with a panic-stricken face. That is, until his eyes landed on me, then his features crumbled into relief.

"Jess," he murmured.

I smiled despite my discomfort. "Hey, you."

He didn't say anything. Minutes passed and still nothing.

Then, a tear rolled down his cheek. It caught me by surprise. I swear, my jaw dropped open and I was getting hospital bed-burns on my jaw.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Baby, you would take away everything

Good in my life

And tell me now,

How do I live

Without you

I want to know

How do I breathe without you

If you ever go?

He shook his head and turned his face away from me. He spoke. "I thought I'd lost you. When the doctor told me that if you didn't wake up in the next twenty-four hours, you'd be gone forever, I was scared, Jess. I didn't want to lose you. I love you." He turned his face around to look at me.

He'd said it again. Those words. Those precious, beautiful words that had let me know the way he felt about me. I could listen to him say it all day long. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

But unfortunately, no one has that much time for romance.

"I love you, too," I whispered. And before I knew it, Rob's lips were gingerly caressing mine. "Mmm," I murmured.

Then I remembered something and pulled away, ruining the moment. "Just after I was shot," I said quickly, and watched as Rob winced at the memory, "I heard a gunshot go off, who else got shot?"

Rob smiled at me. "I admire you, Jess. At a time like this, you can still think about other people."

I rolled my eyes, which was quite a feat at the moment, since Rob looked so incredibly irresistible with razor stubble on his chin, tousled hair and gorgeous foggy eyes. "No, really, Rob. Tell me."

How do I ever

Ever survive

How do I,

How do I,

Oh, how do I live?

"It was Mini SSass," he told me, "And you don't have to worry about him anymore. The bullet went right through his heart and he died immediately."

Relief washed over me. Okay, so technically all my hard work and getting shot hadn't been for nothing.

I lifted the arm without the cast on it to stroke Rob's cheek. Rob let his head loll in my hand and covered my hands with his hard calloused hands that are so oxymoronic—okay, not really, but that word just sounds so cool—because it has such a gentle touch.

"I don't know what I'd do if I found out it was you who had been shot after me and not Mini SSass," I said, letting my hand fall into Rob's lap, "I don't know if I'd die of—"

"Don't say that word, Jess. You won't die. You're too good to go," Rob said.

Without you

There'd be no sun in my sky

There'd be no love in my life

What kind of life would that be?

Oh, I

I don't know what I would do

I'd be lost if I lost you

If you ever leave

"But honestly. I would see no point of living if you were out of my life," I told him.

Rob inhaled deeply. "I know for a fact that without you, I would loose the will to live. In my life, if you were out of the picture, my life wouldn't be what it is."

He leaned in again for a soft kiss on the lips, because my lung capacity is extraordinarily low thanks to Johnny—a.k.a. Mini SSass—there.

When he pulled away he said, "But in the meantime."

Baby you would take away everything

Need you with me

Baby don't you know that you're everything

Good in my life

And tell me now

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a white velvet box that kind of resembled a…

It couldn't be. Oh, my God.

It was the moment. It was the moment that I had been picturing so many times when we were going out in high school. It was that moment that I have been waiting and waiting and waiting for.

And it's happening now.

How do I live without you

I want to know

How do I breathe without you

If you ever go

How do I ever

Ever survive

How do I

How do I

"Jessica Mastriani, will you marry me?"

I closed my eyes and smiled.

"Yes."

Oh, how do I live?


And that is the end, my friends! Au revoir!