Author's note: As always I do not own Coose (haha, that's my name for them, but it makes them sound like a radioactive goose doesn't it o.0) But they are sooo lovely together!

I knew I said that chapter was my last, but I decided to write just one more last one since my best friend and I went to rewatch it again yesterday hehe. I think its not particularly good, but I hope you guys like it!

This is for all the people who are craving more Coose! :D

She sits, nestled against him and his fingers run absentmindedly through her hair even as his other hand is intertwined with hers. Both their eyes are glued to the television where Luke's film, Born From a Boombox is playing and they both smile, laugh and occasionally make comments about the footage of their crew mates, or sometimes of themselves dancing in the Vault.

He watches himself appear onscreen; the feeling is so strange, it's like realizing he has another head or something- but he watches on in silence, enjoying the feel of her hand in his. It has been officially three months since her birthday and to both their credit, this boyfriend-girlfriend thing has been quite a smooth transition he thinks to himself. Of course, once the weeks of teasing and ribbing from the crew and their NYU friends were over, there were issues they'd to work out, small arguments, but at the end of it all- she is still his best friend and he is still hers. And he wouldn't change that for anything in the world. He squeezes her hand and her fingers tighten around his even as she looks up him with a small smile that makes him want to kiss her and he does, lightly.

"You're distracting me from the movie." She mock scolds him when they break away a little later, nestling even closer to him. "What are we going to tell Luke when we write back about his movie? That we were too wrapped up in each other to notice it?"

He laughs. "That would hurt his feelings considering the artsy, culture vultures, he's hanging with now in that film academy." He uses Luke's own words. "Well, we could just tell him the truth."

She shudders and smacks him. "No thank you, I've had my fair share of verbal teasing, now you want to make it written too?"

"Hey, I kind of enjoyed it."

She shakes her head and then turns her attention back to the screen, patting his arm hastily. "Shhh! There you are, I wanna watch this."

"But I look weird…"

"Shhhh!"

He watches the On-screen Moose lean forward slightly, touching his beanie with one hand. "Dance… dance is everything you know? Dance can change a generation. Dance makes you believe that you can do anything you want to do, be anything you want to be. But, most of all… dance makes you feel less alone in a world that's getting more and more crowded every day."

Even as he wonders to himself when in the world Luke had caught him at such a philosophical mood (he must have been drinking tea that day, he always gets all 'waxy' and talks in this strange Confucious like manner), he watches as the onscreen Moose turns and the camera pans to follow his gaze across the room to where Jacob, the twins, Cam, other members of the crew are laughing together about something. The camera zooms in to pick out Cam, who throws her head back, in fits of laughter at a joke that one of the Santiago twins has just made and his breath catches in his throat.

He never realized he had been doing that subconsciously. He never knew. How was it that other people could see it- Luke could- and yet, he just never did?

He reaches forward suddenly for the remote and presses the pause button and she angles herself slightly, frowning. "What's wrong, Moose? Why'd you suddenly stop the video?"

"Was I always this oblivious?" He jerks his chin towards the screen.

She bites her lip. While it had driven her mad sometimes how he'd just never noticed her as anything more, it had come in handy sometimes. She remembers how when he was dating Sophie, she could use the lamest reasons to cover up the puffiness of her eyes, why she couldn't hang out with him and the ballerina- she remembers even once claiming to be caught in tears because a llama at the zoo had just died even though it was because she saw him kiss Sophie on the sidewalk outside her house. That had sucked majorly. Yet somehow he'd bought it. Typical Moose. She guessed that was one of the reasons why she loved him too, as incredibly annoying as it could get.

He watches as her face darkens in degrees and he knows she's thinking of the one thing they've been dancing around- Sophie. He doesn't need to guess, or deduce, or anything. He just knows because he knows her. He slides his arm around her waist quietly then, as if reassuring her of his presence, and of the future and she looks up at him, realizing he's still waiting for an answer.

"At times," She admits semi-truthfully, thinking of all the days she'd wake up telling herself that she was going to get over him, and how yet throughout the course of her day she'd watch him text Sophie, talk about her, meet up with her, and knowing in her heart at the end of the day it was as impossible as hoping that the sky would be green someday.

He wishes he could be less clueless. He knows half the time he's lost in his own world, honestly, sometimes he doesn't even know where his own mind leads him, yet, this is his best friend. He should have been more observant, more watchful. Like that time she said she'd been crying because of that llama dying at the zoo. He should have asked her again, especially considering how that night, he'd suddenly remembered that she hates llamas. But he'd just brushed it aside as being irrelevant. He wishes he could go back and change things- change how he'd handled things then.

She watches as his face grows pensive and her hearts twists inside of her- he never looks that way, not with her at least, and she reaches up to brush her lips against his slowly. She knows its wrong to distract him like this but she can't help it. She just wants him to be happy. "Moose, none of this was your fault. Look at us now." She holds up their hands, still linked tightly together. "It finally did happen." She catches his eye and a grin suffuses her face. "And I have to say it was really about time."

He catches her infectious grin too and he leans down to brush his lips against hers that makes her heart stop. "I love you."

It is quiet, it is heartfelt, it is sincere. She looks up at him, her best friend, her boyfriend, and she knows that when he said it, he doesn't hold it as a grand gesture of love or whatever, he doesn't intentionally mean it to be profound or significant- it is just Moose, it is how he genuinely feels about her and it is so much more than she could have ever hoped for.

"I love you too."

She knows even as she tightens her arms around him and buries her head in his chest, this is their start- and it was always meant to happen.

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