Epilogue
It was a Sunday, and they were sitting in the small apartment above St. Agnes, doing things that were probably inappropriate for hallowed ground, but they were also teenaged boys, and they didn't particularly care.
Then a phone rang.
"Ignore it," Ronan mumbled, pulling Adam closer. His disdain for cellphones was well known. "Just ignore it. Let it ring."
They did. It stopped ringing, and immediately started ringing again.
Adam reached for Ronan's cellphone.
"No, no," Ronan groaned, but it was too late. Both of them had already seen the caller ID, seen it was one Declan Lynch.
"Answer it," Adam said, "it might be important."
"Or," Ronan retorted, "it might be him calling to lecture me about not going to college, again. Which is far more likely."
"Answer it," Adam said, "and I'll make it up to you."
Ronan had no idea what that meant, but he answered it immediately. "What?" he said into the receiver, but he missed Declan's answer, because Adam was pulling Ronan's pants down.
He blinked.
Yep. Adam was definitely pulling his pants down. And then his underpants, as well.
Glancing up and seeing his shock, Adam put a single finger to his lips, and then –
"Yep, u-huh. I know. Shit! No, not at you. It's just – nothing. Go on."
Ronan had literally no idea what Declan was saying. He had no idea a tongue could even do anything like that, and even less that Adam knew how to do that until that very second. "Just a moment," he said. He moved his phone away and put his hand on the receiver so he could groan. "You could ha - ha - have warned me," he said, breathlessly. Adam raised a single eyebrow and motioned toward the phone, then returned to his previous task.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Time passed. Gansey came home the very next day; he was only somewhat surprised when he walked into Monmouth to find Ronan and Adam holding hands, watching something cheesy Adam had never had the time to watch before.
("Are you saying you knew as well?" Ronan cried out. It was pretty fucking hilarious.)
Then it was graduation. Summer had rolled around, and then Adam was heading off to college in just two months. (So were Gansey and Blue, but that was beside the point.)
"I'll be back to visit," Adam promised, when Ronan brought it up faux-casually. "And you'll drive up too, won't you?"
And Ronan may have kissed the answer instead of saying it outright, but Adam understood anyway.
So listen. I could tell you about a million things that happened that summer. Things involving butterfly catching. Things involving first times. Things involving smiling and smirking and making pancakes.
Those might all be the same thing. Or they might not. But since I'm not telling you about them anyway, it doesn't really matter, does it?
The important part, like in any love story, is this:
They lived happily ever after,
The end.
A/N: Look how much fluff. This was seriously hard for me to write without at least some angst, but let's be honest here - TRK is coming out later this very week. I think that's enough angst for all of us.
See you on the other side of Gansey NOT DYING,
JustGail