A/N: Last chapter unfortunately. Wow, I started this story a year ago, and it's come to an end. Well, enjoy this chapter, and epilogue.

Music During the Party: 'Don't Matter' by Akon, 'Girlfriend' by Avril Lavigne

Chapter 30: That's A Wrap!

It was now five to eight, as four girls were up, and out of their dorms. It was a sunny day, and someone had to talk. The silence was too awkward. They had their men back, but what was so hard but making up with each other?

"I'm sorry!" Nicole blurted.

"Me too…" Vanessa said, with a sigh as she picked a salad, and put on her tray. She smiled. "Now you know I couldn't tell you Chase's secret, right?"

Zoey nodded in understanding, "Yeah…and thanks."

"It's cool…"

"Ok, I guess we're cool now, so can we start eating or do we wait for the boys?" Dana asked, sitting with her tray. She smirked. "…I totally beat Logan's ass yesterday…"

Dana and Vanessa high-fived. That's the way things were supposed to be. Ten minutes later, and they were laughing merrily as Quinn ran up, with a huge smile on her face. She had done something so evil, that Chelsea would be leaving PCA by this time tomorrow, according to her calculations anyway. Her calculations didn't lie, or backfire.

"Hi people!" she greeted, excitedly.

"Oh, hey Quinn," Zoey answered, sipping some Blix. Vanessa had spread dressing all over her salad, and closed the top and shook it doing a little dance. Yes, dancing was a way to see that Vanessa was slowly healing from her mother's death. She had talked to her father in the morning. They weren't at father/daughter status but she was willing to build a relationship with him, based on love…not business. Zoey laughed, watching Vanessa do her 'salad' dance. "What are you doing?"

"Shaking it so it's even…" she replied, and stopped. "There. Now I can eat it. So, Quinn what exactly did you do?"

"Oh, I gave Chelsea shampoo," she explained, and gave Vanessa a knowing look. The young actress nearly choked on her salad, as her eyes widened and saw her.

"You guys…look!"

The other girls looked and they dropped their utensils in shock, and then laughed, before they went back to shock again. Chelsea's hair was neon pink, and all frizzy, and it stood on end. If you stood close enough, Chelsea had a few bald patches to boot. In other words, the powerful shampoo Vanessa helped Quinn make was making Chelsea's hair fall out. This would be the sweetest revenge because for any girl to start losing their hair would be any girl's nightmare. Chelsea looked like a troll doll. The guys came up sitting next to their girlfriends. Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

"What are you guys lookin' at anyway?" Michael asked, confused. Vanessa answered his question by grabbing his head and turning it to their line of vision. He shared the same shock, and out of curiosity, Logan, Chase, Stan and Matt all turned around.

"Oh…"

"My…"

"God…" Chase and Stan said in unison. Yes, revenge was sweet. It reminded Chase of Lily's troll dolls…and the fact that he had stuck them in a microwave watching the radiation melt the plastic doll.

"And to think I was going to use that shampoo on Logan…"

Logan turned to Vanessa, a curious look written on his features, "You were?"

"Yeah," she answered, shrugging. "…but you know how I roll. I'm just easy going like that. Give revenge to those that actually deserve it."

Stan had to stop laughing, "Oh God, Quinn this is your best work yet…"

"You can say that again…"

Logan pulled out a camera and smirked, "Aw, man. This is so going on Youtube…"

Everyone would usually groan but they all laughed, finishing their breakfast and leaving the table.

"What? Well, it is!" he yelled to the remaining group of friends. Dana sighed, grabbing him by the arm and pulled him along to class. "You're killing my creativity here."

"I'll kill more than just your creativity if we're late," she retorted with a glare.

"You love me too much…" he said, planting a kiss on her cheek. Dana grabbed his hand, and shared a small smile with him, as their fingers magically interlocked.

Dana rolled her eyes, although she was blushing…

Vanessa and Michael walked side by side as they held hands too.

"Thanks, you know. You were there when I needed you so thanks," Vanessa said to him, smiling gratefully at him.

"I love you, so you don't need to say thanks, okay?"

"Well, remember when you asked me if I was okay and I said no," she asked, slowly, as their intertwined hands swung between them slightly. "Well, I lied. There was something wrong with me. I just didn't want you to worry but honestly, it didn't seem fair to you, Mike."

"So, what was up?"

"My sister's pregnant…with Logan's brother's baby…"

"No way… that's why Logan was acting all wonky?"

"Well, wonkier than usual anyway," she laughed, slightly. "…but yeah. I'm sorry I lied to you, but as of right now, I have no other secrets, I promise."

Michael only smiled, and kissed her on the lips, "It's all good… Have I told you that I love you?"

She rolled her green eyes, playfully, "Well, yeah…but it wouldn't hurt to say it again."

"Okay, then how's this for 'I love you'…" he replied, and cleared his throat dramatically, which made her laugh. "You are to me as Jay-Z is to Beyoncé, only you're hotter, and you have prettier eyes."

Vanessa smirked as they reached the media building before anyone else, and they were alone. She stared into his warm brown eyes, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Michael smiled down at her, her green eyes sparkling brightly.

"You, Mr. Barrett, have given me the perfect analogy…"

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," she nodded, seductively. They were only mere millimetres away from each other. "…so you get a very handsome reward."

"Really?" he questioned, 'surprised'. "…what might that be?"

"This…"

Vanessa captured his lips, the happy couple merging together in a passionate kiss. Michael was in the man in her heart, and she would never doubt that for a second… They pulled apart, as he softly stroked her cheek.

"You're so beautiful…"

Michael would kiss her again, with more passion than the last. Vanessa kissed him back, only one sentence running through her head.

A sentence that would stay with her until her dying day…

He was hers, and she was his…

EPILOGUE

In the months that rolled by, Logan and Vanessa were done filming Season One of Teenage Years, and top on that befriended the cast members. They had become best friends, more of the little sister/big brother type of relationship.

As for their families, Marissa's baby was proven to be Tommy's and surprisingly he stepped up, preparing to be a father. He had even grown feelings for Marissa. Unbeknownst to anyone, the feelings reciprocated. James and Vanessa had gotten closer as father and daughter. To her own surprise, she had a very tight relationship with her new stepmother, Sherry…although Natalie's memory always stayed with her.

Chelsea was gone, and started attending the rival school, Atlantic Coast Academy. Chase and Stan threw confetti and blew party blowers around singing, "Ding, dong…the wicked witch is dead!"

Dana and Leighanne still had major friction, even though they had only met each other once. Both wanted to forget that experience.

As for Brent and Mercedes (Chase and Dana's twin siblings), they were finally introduced to each other, and they immediately clicked. To the other's surprise they would both be attending the same boarding school, East Coast Academy based in Richmond, Virginia. The days rolled into months as they got closer…

…and of three days ago, Brent Matthews and Mercedes Cruz are an item.

Angela Barrett and Vanessa met only twice at Michael's birthday, which became hers too. She was Michael's birthday present from Vanessa, having his twin sister fly out from Atlanta to celebrate with each other.

Vanessa and Angela promised to see each other again, very soon.

At Pacific Coast Academy, The days had been winding down until her seventeenth birthday, for Michael, and Dana had turned seventeen, and now it was her turn. Vanessa was too pre-occupied with a party, and as much as she would love one, she simply didn't have the time. She had to keep up in biology (other classes included), and now there were dance rehearsals…and basketball practice with Coach Keller didn't help too much either.

Thankfully, the season was almost over, but volleyball would be starting.

Vanessa sat on a beanbag, typing fervently on her light green laptop. Honestly, which teacher would assign a four thousand-word paper on the evolution of dance? Dance was about body movement, and the emotional side effects it made you have afterwards. She looked up finding the new violin her father had bought her. She had needed a new one because her other one broke.

The inscription read, Happy Birthday, baby girl. May you always make beautiful music and dance your heart out. Love Dad, Sherry & Marissa.

Back to your paper, she scolded herself, as her French-manicured nails typed ferociously on the keyboard. Her eyes focused on the screen and moved along the blinking cursor. Books related to dance of all sizes lay all around her. She learned to work through the pain, this specific pain being paper cut induced. Why? All because she flipped the pages a bit too fast.

The bleeding had stopped, but now it just stung.

A bright green band-aid proved she had a paper cut, but Vanessa wanted this paper finished, and done with. 600 words typed. Some birthday this was turning out to be.

3,400 words to go, she thought with a roll of her eyes. Her phone rang and being flexible, she reached over grabbing the green RAZR phone, and flipped it open. Vanessa let it rest on her shoulder, leaving her hands free to roam all over the keyboard.

"You got Vanessa," she answered to the unknown caller. "What's up?"

"Oh, hey. It's Dustin… happy birthday Vanessa!"

She smiled, "Thanks for remembering. Thanks, Dustin. I'm kind of have my hands full with something, but is there a reason you called?"

"Yeah," Dustin replied. "…I did something to make Ava mad, and I need to make it up to her."

"Well, what did you do…this time?"

Dustin sighed sadly, "I'm even too ashamed to tell you, but please help me. I can't lose her because I'll be all alone forever and ever."

Vanessa still typed, but managed to roll her eyes at Dustin's begging.

"Fine, get her something nice…"

"Yeah, I was kind of thinking that but what if I got her cake? Would that work?"

"Yeah, sure…" she answered, half-heartedly. Vanessa was really trying to listen, but when you had a 4000 word paper staring you in the face, it was kind of hard. "…but depends on the flavour."

"Really?" Dustin questioned, meeting the expectant faces of his sister and her friends. He held up a finger as if to say 'hold on', as set up was going on in the lounge and kids were filling up the lounge…fast. "…so I mean, you're a girl…what do you think Ava would like?"

"If it were me, vanilla and chocolate with butter cream in the middle," she answered, and then started to pick up something wasn't right. "Are you sure, this is for Ava?"

"Yes, your advice helped. Thanks…"

Ugh, only 800 words typed. 3,200 words left, but hey, it's been ten minutes…

"Sure, I'm happy to help," she said, finally, and hung up. Vanessa lazily tossed the cell phone on the bed, and blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. It was three in the afternoon. She should be celebrating but every minute could be used towards her research paper.

Vanessa's outfit was stylish but damn, was she ever stressed. Her legs were crossed, sitting with her laptop on her lap. Her bracelets jingled with every movement she would make with her wrists and arms. Now the clanking of the keyboard got louder, and faster, as many ideas ran through her head.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Two hours later, and her fingers were cramping. Now, an astounding 2,986 words were typed. Only…1,014 were left. After saving the document, and closing the laptop, Vanessa sighed, and stretched. Now, she wasn't as stressed but man, was she bored.

Vanessa went through her closet, feeling black and pink today. A black top that said 'Death Cheater', and the black and pink plaid skirt Nicole bought her as her present. At least, Nicole would be happy to see on her. To be honest, it looked pretty cute on her. Then again, Vanessa thought she could rock anything.

Vanessa wore the black spiky wristband from Dana. Dana also gave her perfume, and a tiara knowing her best friend fed off attention. The best one from Dana were the 'We love NY…so what?' matching tanks. Dana had the black one, and Vanessa's was in camouflage.

Logan knew Vanessa loved accessories, and lots of them. Whether they were bags, or shoes, and body jewellery he knew she'd wear it, so when she woke up this morning, Vanessa found a box full of different kinds of jewellery of all different colours. To go with the outfit she had on, she wore the silver hoops, the pink diamond heart shaped studs for her second set of ear holes, and finally a diamond stud for her left cartilage.

From Chase and Zoey, 'SHAMROCK AND ROLL' sleepwear (all green), and pale green Converses she had been wanting to buy for the past two months, but time had not been fair to her. Stan made her video montage of her life, and Matt and Quinn made her a real mood ring that changed colour according to her emotions. It was so accurate it scared her, but Vanessa loved it, so she wore that too.

Stuffing her cell phone in her pocket, and grabbing her keys, she headed to the lounge to occupy herself with something to do.

The school was awfully quiet, as she neared the lounge. A pindrop could be heard, so could Vanessa's flip-flops against the carpet. She reached the lounge's double door, but why were the lights out?

"What the—" she wondered, aloud. Vanessa pushed the doors open, and jumped back a foot in the air, a hand over her racing heart.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY VANESSA!"

She couldn't move, as she put her hand over her mouth, in utter shock. Tears threatened to fall, as Zoey and Nicole pulled her over to a table, Chase, Dustin and Michael bringing out the biggest cake she had ever seen…and she had seen a lot of cakes in her lifetime. The birthday tiara was placed on her head.

As the lounge broke out in song, she couldn't believe it.

"Happy Birthday, dear Vanessa. Happy Birthday to You…"

Chase placed the cake down on the table, seventeen candles all ablaze.

"Well, make a wish," Zoey urged with a laugh. Vanessa dried her eyes before the tears actually showed.

"Sorry," she answered, with a slight laugh, and sniffled. "I'm just shocked. Okay, I know what I'm going to wish for…"

Vanessa bent over slightly, holding her hair back and applause broke out, the candles all going out. She dipped her finger in the frosting.

"Mmm, butter cream," she said, and turned to Dustin. "…you lied to me."

"Well, it worked, right?"

"Yeah," she answered, and ruffled his hair. "Okay, I'm hungry, so let's cut this bad boy up!"

Cheers rang out, and cake was distributed. Two hours later, and Vanessa was supposed to have her first birthday dance. Michael and Dana planned this. They both needed closure, and badly. Dancing couples cleared the floor.

"Okay, people! Clear the floor!" Michael, as the DJ, yelled over the microphone. "The birthday girl needs to have her birthday dance! Happy birthday, baby…"

The crowd 'awww'ed and Vanessa replied by blowing him a kiss.

Vanessa walked up in the middle of the floor, and turned around to find Logan offering his hand to her.

"May I have this dance?"

Vanessa grinned and slipped her hand into his, "You may…"

As they swayed to the music, Vanessa couldn't help but smile, "Thank you, Logan. Really. I don't know what to say…"

"What makes you think it was me?" he asked playfully, twirling her and placing his hands at her waist. Vanessa gave him a look that said 'only you would…' "Okay, it was me…and you're welcome."

"I can't believe you planned this under my nose, and didn't say anything…"

He shrugged, dipping her, "Well, I'm cool like that, but everyone else was in on it. I paid Nicole to keep her mouth shut, and gave her one of my credit cards for the day, just to shut her up."

She laughed, as he pulled her back up. Only he would go to such extreme measures.

The song ended, and they hugged.

Michael and Dana high-fived, and the DJ booth was closed, because basically Michael wanted to get his dance on too.

"Thank you so much…you know, for the bling and everything. It was nice," she whispered in his ear, and kissed him on the cheek. Vanessa climbed on the lounge table, and she got everyone's attention. "I want you to thank all of you for making the best party of my life, but it's just beginning. Without further ado, let's get this party started, ya'll!"

Quinn hit the PLAY button, as Girlfriend blasted through the lounge. All of the girls in the room, pulled their boyfriends/dates onto the floor as Vanessa and Michael danced together on the table.

She danced as Michael danced with her. So carefree, and yes, it was her day.

Chase and Zoey were goofing off. Logan and Dana were dancing, but there were trying to show the other up. Nicole and Stan were dancing too, Quinn and Matt were being the silly people they were.

"In a second, you'll be wrapped around my finger, 'cause I can, cause I can do it better. There's no other so when's it gonna sink in, she's so stupid, what the hell were you thinkin'?!" the girls all laughed and sang along to the catchy song.

Vanessa laughed, as Michael twirled her.

Yeah, that paper, the whole Hollywood rivalry, and the drama…they were all light years away…

Vanessa Stevens was seventeen now, and there was no place she would have rather been than here…

A/N: It's over! Wow, I'll miss writing this. The sequel will debut in July/August 2007. That's how long it'll take to write it. I hoped you really enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. It was major fun. The song Logan and Vanessa slow-danced to was 'Don't Matter' and the last was 'Girlfriend. Listen to them while you read. Thank you so much for the loyal reviewers and readers that decided to read this story. I love you guys all so much.

Another story complete…

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