Ok, I finally got the final chapter done, and I apologize that all of my chapters are short . But oh well, I'll be writing more fanficition, hopefully something like National Treasure, Cars, Juno, or something. Oh and speaking of movies, I saw Juno on Saturday, February 16, and yesterday I saw The Spiderwick Chronicles. Also, my 17th birthday was February 7, and I got my hair cut, styled, and dyed with red velvet shreiks. I'll have to upload pics onto photobucket to reveal myself. Also, I've been reading Peter and the Starcatchers and they're good, and now I really like Paramore. Anyway, enjoy the final chapter!

As the kitchen smelled with the aromas of delicious foods being prepared, Remy was with his family in the room above the kitchen while waiting for Colette to give him the signal that it was time to cook. He glanced around the room, and he was surrounded by his entire family and friends, hundreds of tables filling the room. Of course, he was sitting with Django and Emile, as he usually would, and some of his other friends and family would be joining them.

"So how's that human of yours?" one of the fatter rats asked.

Remy gritted his teeth. "He's fine, thank you."

He tried to slip into his embrace, but feeling rather aggravated was making him feel more difficult about talking about his human family, especially about Linguini. His eyes were pleading, but he couldn't tell his family the ultimate secret of his.

"So, Remy, have you seen Ego around lately?" asked one of the smaller rats.

"Well," Remy tried to say, "I don't really know honestly, but I'm sure one of these days he'll be here."

"He always wants you to surprise him, how do you feel about that?" asked one of the female rats.

"It's perfectly fine with me, after all, he means no harm, and of course he's just a friend, more than a customer."

"Do you think he'll come today?" an older rat asked.

"Anything's possible, you know," Remy chuckled.

Remy looked down, and then back up at his family, speechless of what to say next. It was that time in his mind that everything that was said and done, and that the restaurant was being as popular as the old Gusteau's, that the hard times would come immediately afterwards. He was still sure that his father, Emile, and everyone else was curious to hear of what else he had to say, but how could he explain about Linguini? He had feelings for him, but what would his family think? Would that mean he could have to leave the clan? Would that mean he wouldn't be allowed to work with Linguini and Colette again? Anything that was running through Remy's skull, he thought he may possibly happen.

"Remy," said Emile, "do you have anything to say, bro? Anything?"

"Well…I'm not sure," replied Remy.

"Don't you have to talk if you don't want to," said Django.

"I know you're trying to help me," said Remy.

"I know, son, I know."

"So anyway," continued Remy with his speech, "Colette and Linguini are doing just fine together, I don't know how long it'll last but for sure they're fine."

"And Colette was la chef that helped the boy?" one of the smaller rats asked.

"Yes, and without her, then we wouldn't have started La Ratatouille after Gusteau's closed down."

All of the sudden, the bell rung, and Remy stared down, and there was Colette, waving at him. "Gotta go," said Remy.

"Be sure to fetch me some cheese while at it!" called one of the smaller rats who waved at him.

One of the fatter rats slapped him, and he said, shrugging, "What?"

The day was quite a day for Remy of course, and when he and his human family arrived back home, he was exhausted. He hastily and desperately wanted to tell Linguini the truth, but he still wanted to figure out a way to communicate with him. On the table near the kitchen, there were a few pencils and some notepads lying around on the table. Curiously, he stared at them, and thought; Hmmm…I'll show him. He scurried down Linguini's body, and quickly rushed over to the table.

"What, what are you doing?" Linguini asked.

He walked over, and found his little chef with a pencil he was struggling to hold, for it was at least larger than his own thin body. Without a care, he put the pencil down, and took the tip off the pencil, and started writing. Linguini watched carefully as the rat wrote, and the writing revealed:

MY NAME IS REMY, AND I WAS AFRAID TO TELL YOU THIS, BUT I ADMIT IT, IT'S HARD TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU HUMANS, KNOWING WELL HOW WE ARE KNOWN FOR. TO THEM, I'M A PEST, TO YOU, I'M YOUR FRIEND, AND TO ME, YOU'RE THE BESTEST FRIEND I'VE EVER HAD. I WAS AT FIRST SCARED TO TELL YOU THIS BECAUSE YOU MIGHT NOT UNDERSTAND, AMD NEITHER WOULD MY FAMILY, BUT I MUST CONFESS THAT I LOVE YOU, AND I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU FOREVER.

Linguini's eyes were widened as he read the entire letter, all written on one yellow sticky notepad. He couldn't believe it, he was in love with Colette, but this was something different. Something new he had before never experienced. He then let his hand out, and let Remy scurry into his hand, and took him over to the couch in the living room, and sat down, and held his little chef in his hands.

"I don't know how to say this…" said Linguini.

Remy just smiled, and squeaked, "Please, don't need to worry; you are the one who makes me smile."

"You made me stronger and happier that now I don't know…I love you…little chef…Remy."

Even though Remy knew Linguini couldn't hear the words he said, he said, "I love you, too."

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