A/N: OMG! It's the final friggin chapter! I can't believe it went so far...(LOL, someone just drove past my house with Eminem blaring from their speakers... O.o) Anywho...Thank you all for sticking it out with me through thick and thin. I'm working on a fanfic for a book at the moment, and I at least want to get it stabilized, but I will be putting up another fanfiction non-related to any media or shit like that. So basically...an original story that's not really got anything in it that makes is FANfiction, so to speak. Hopefully, it will be good when it rolls around. :D
P.S. Check out my profile for links to pictures of what I thought Blair, Maggie, and Devon would look like. I can't believe I found such perfect pictures! Unfortunately, my picture that I had for Kirk was taken off the net for some reason. :( But just imagine a creey guy with Elvis type hair, and you've got him down to a T.
Without further ado, you may now find out how everything turns out in the twists and turns of Blair's final climaxing scenes in my favorite story I've written, to date...Just One of the Guys.
Chapter 12: Bad Poetry Readings at Dairy Queen
Blair's POV
"So, is this really it?" I thought to myself as I looked around the dorm room I had spent the last four days in. My bed had been stripped of its sheets, and all my stuff was crammed into the one little suitcase I clutched in my hand. I wasn't even dressed in my St. James attire anymore. I had just slipped on a t-shirt and jeans and my pair of black Chucks. As I studied the empty space longer, I could feel a lump forming in my throat, that dull ache you get when you try to supress your tears. Of course, I wasn't doing a very good job at it. I could already feel the salty tears trickling down my cheeks. I heard a rustling noise behind me and turned around. Mikey was leaning against the wall, holding up a roll of familiar bandages.
"I'm guessing these are yours?" he said with a half smile. I wiped my cheeks and stood and stared at him for a long time. Suddenly, I dropped my bag to the floor and practically jumped across the room, enveloping him in a huge hug that knocked him backwards into the wall. He remained motionless for a minute, probably stunned by my sudden attack, and then hugged me back.
"God, I'm gonna miss this place." I muttered into his shoulder. "Everything about it..." I pulled back, wiping my eyes again. "You guys, all the fun stuff we did, even the nasty food. God...you don't even know." He smiled.
"Well, I don't know what else to say other than that school was a hell of a lot more fun with you around. I mean...without you, I never would've met Ray or Frankie, or Bob, probably. It would've just been another boring year of me studying and getting pantsed in gym class." I laughed softly, even though it felt like something was eating a huge hole in my gut.
"I'm glad I made it so fun for you guys, I guess. And...I'm sorry for lying to everyone. I just...I had to keep it a secret, or things wouldn't have worked out the way they did. I probably would've been kicked out, and then Kirk would've just kept on being a sick pervert." I shuddered at the thought of what had happened last night. The hospital had released me, and I had spent a sleepless night in the bunks, thinking about my argument with Gerard. The thing eating my insides started to double time it, punching holes in my chest and anywhere else it could get. My throat was tight, my eyes were straining against tears, and my stomach felt like it was about to fall out of my butt. I took a deep breath to calm myself. "I guess I should probably get this over with. Is anyone else gonna say goodbye, or is it just you?" Mikey shuffled a bit nervously, and I began to doubt that anyone would even want to.
"Well, most of the guys are waiting by the front doors to see you off." I knew what he meant by "most of the guys". He meant everyone BUT Gerard. I nodded solemnly, and picked up my bags again, prepared to brave through whatever pain I would feel to have to leave it all in the dust.
"'Kay, let's go. I'm ready."
The simple walk down the stairs and to the front doors of the building was the longest walk I have ever taken in my entire life. My feet felt like lead clunking down the steps. And then I saw everyone, their backs turned away from me, talking by the door. Frankie was the first to turn around. "Hey if it isn't Mikey and our little gender-identity-disordered friend." he said jokingly. I tried to joke back as well, not wanting any of my pessimism to rub off on them. I should just be glad that ANY of them came to see me off at all.
I walked straight up to him, set my bags down, smiled sadly. "Are you mad at me?"
"Maybe just a little..." He looked at me for a long moment, and then he suddenly pulled me forward into a hug. "Aww, who am I kidding. Just because you were going by a different name doesn't mean you were a totally different person, right?" I nodded, greatful that he held no grudge against me.
"That which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet." Mikey quoted Shakespeare.
"Shut the fuck up, Mikey, you're ruining the moment." Frankie said, still hugging me. When he finally released me, I turned to look at everyone else. Even T.J. was there, but no Gerard. I did my best to brush it off.
"So...is everyone else gonna hug me too, or am I despicable for lying to all of you?" They all exchanged glances, and then shrugged their shoulders, launching forward to pile on top of me in a massive group hug. I was smushed to the floor, burried under the bodies of my new friends, hardly able to breath. "Okay guys!" I wheezed, "I said HUG, not pulverize!" Everyone eventually climbed off of me, and Ray hoisted me to my feet like he was lifting a pillow. He dusted me off, and it felt like I was getting punched repeatedly in the back. "Okay, okay...I'm good. Please don't break my spine." I finally had to say, supressing weak laughter as I shook him off. Then, the room fell silent. I cleared my throat awkwardly, and stabbed my toes at the ground, avoiding eye contact.
"So...how exactly are you getting home?" T.J. asked to break the ice. I felt a little relieved that we'd gotten out of the awkward moment, but at the same time, it felt a little wierd to talk about the other life I lived to the people I'd been hanging out with in my fake one.
"Oh, er...my friends should be here any time now. I should probably wait outside, before they decide to come in here. Trust me...we don't need any more trouble to deal with." I chuckled, thinking of seeing Maggie and Devon again. It felt like ages since I'd said hi to them. And then there was my mother and Chris. Well...I wasn't too excited about Chris, to tell you the truth, but it would be nice to see my mom again. I'm not usually the type to get homesick, but it had been a long week and I was half-ready to just lay down on my sofa and watch tv or something. I shrugged into my bag again, and started to walk out to the parking lot to wait for their car to pull up. "So what ended up happening to Kirk?" I asked, plopping down on a parking stone.
"Dunno...the police hauled his ass off last night, though." Frankie informed me, looking too hyped up to sit, and pacing furiously. Mikey and T.J. plopped next to me to share the parking stone, and Ray and Bob stood casually with their hands burried in their pockets. We looked the such a complete picture. (With one big exception, that is...) How could I just dump it all? Did I really want to go back to my normal life at home? Part of me wanted to be Mason forever, and just attend St. James for the rest of my years. If no one had found out, I could've just stayed and Gerard would be here with us, smoking a cigarette and laughing. But then I thought of me, Maggie, and Devon in the Dairy Queen parking lot. And playing Mario on my GameCube, or eating entire package of raw cookie dough and nearly getting salmonella poisoning.
No...that was where I belonged. In my real life, not here pretending to be somebody. I wiped the tears collecting in my eyes, and fought off more by asking a question. "So...what did ya tell everyone about my 'sudden mysterious dissappearance' last night? Did you tell everyone I'd been nearly raped by a freaky pedophile?" I chuckled under my breath, though nothing about the scenario really seemed actually funny. Just more ironic, I guess. Everyone looked at Mikey, who I could see was trying very hard not to meet my eyes. "What?" I could feel a hint of suspicion tingling in me now. Things were never good when everybody glared at Mikey.
"Well...that's not quite EXACTLY what I said..." he mumbled. I groaned loudly and looked at the others' faces, which only confirmed my fears that he'd either said something really humiliating or really stupid.
"Oh god...What did you tell them?" I was almost afraid to ask. But you know what they say...Curiosity killed the crossdresser. Or...something like that, anyway.
"Well...I may have hinted SLIGHTLY that it had something to do with a certain medical condition that was previously mentioned a couple days ago." It took me a minute to understand what he was talking about. At first, I was extremely confused, but then it clicked into place.
"You told them I had Hesphalumtidus Syndrome Disease?" Mikey cringed away as I cried out at the news of his sheer idiocy. "Who the hell would believe that?" He took off his glasses timidly, and started wiping them on his shirt, doing his best to avoid the question. "Mikey!" I yelled.
"I'm sorry, okay! It was the first thing that popped into my head. All I said was that you had the disease, and that the ambulance was there because you'd had an attack, or something. And then I told them that you wouldn't be able to come back because they were moving you to this specialist hopsital in Sweden." I gaped at him, wondering if he had been dropped down a flight of stairs as an infant.
"And they believed you? They honestly believed that I was being moved to Sweden because of a disease that sounds like something out of Winnie the Pooh?" I was positively incredulous. I don't care what they say about the kids here being above average academically. The kids at St. James were a bunch of dumb asses.
"Hey, I believed it." Frankie piped up, obviously hoping to calm the storm. "And it's not like they're ever going to see you again." At this, Bob suddenly let out a sob. We all turned to face him in shock, not having really been paying attention to him before because he was so quiet. "Are you crying, Bob?" Frankie sounded nervous, almost as if he didn't know what to do.
"Well, it's just what you said!" Bob cried. "Are WE ever gonna see you again?" Sympathy suddenly filled me. I knew he was feeling the same pain that I was. The worry that he would have to say goodbye to a good friend. The kind of pain you feel when your goldfish dies after two days of having it. I jumped up to run over and hug him.
"Oh, Bob, it's okay! Don't worry, I'll find some way to see you guys again." I severely hoped so. I had to at least try to convince myself that everything would work out in the end like it does in all the movies. Without doing so, I wasn't sure I would be able to cope with leaving. I pulled back and turned to face the whole group. "You guys, this was probably one of the funnest weeks of my life. Never, have I ever scavenged for food, turned a secret library into a headquarters, and unleashed bats on an asshole in the same week. I'm never gonna forget you guys." They all looked at me, and I think I even saw Ray wiping something from his eye.
"That was the cheesiest thing I have ever heard in my life." Frankie said, fake sniffling. "That was awesome!" And we all group hugged again, this time without endangering my life. I clung to everyone like they were my life line, and if not for the sound of a horn honking, I'm not sure I would've ever let go. Maggie and Devon had just pulled into the parking lot in Devon's beat up truck. Maggie rolled down her window, her red hair blowing out in the slight breeze.
"Well, I'm glad to see you weren't a total loser here, but if you don't hurry up, we're leaving you here and going to Dairy Queen by ourselves." Everyone stood still and watched as the car cruised right up to the curb.
"Woah...who's that?" T.J. asked me under his breath, staring at Maggie with bugging eyes, his cheeks turning red.
"Guys, this is Maggie and Devon, my two best friends. Maggie, Devon...these are the guys. Mikey, Frankie, Bob, Ray, Ger-...and T.J." I finished a bit awkwardly, so used to Gerard's name slipping in with the others. I swallowed down a lump in my throat, and pushed my hair out of my eyes. "I guess it's time to go, huh?"
"Hell yeah." Devon spoke up from the driver's seat. "Do you know how many times your mom's called Maggie today, asking her when you guys'll be home?"
"Yeah...'cause apparently SOMEONE turned her friggen cell phone off." Maggie gave me the evil eye, and I glared right back.
"Maggie, I put up with four days disguised as a boy. I think you can put up with one or two concerned phone calls." I opened the side door and flung my bag in.
"Yeah, more like ten..." I heard her mutter. I rolled my eyes, and turned to face the guys one last time. They were all waiting expectantly on the curb in a sloppy line. I cleared my throat.
"Do I have time to make a short speech?" I asked Maggie, looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She gave a heavy sigh but nodded, putting on a pair of sunglasses and leaning her head back against the seat.
"Wake me up when it's done." I rolled my eyes again. Some things never change.
"Thank you guys so much...I don't know what I would've done here if not for you. Probably locked in the basement by Kirk and raped." I saw Maggie and Devon raise their eyebrows in my peripheral vision. I suppose I'm going to have to explain the situation to them in a minute. "But you guys are all awesome, and I hope I'll see you all again soon." They all nodded, and I felt choked up again. "Okay...I guess this is goodbye for now then." And with watery eyes, I climbed into the back seat next to my bags and shut the door, rolling my window down. All six of them were beaming at me. As Devon started to pull away, they ran after us in the parking lot, yelling goodbyes.
"Bye, Blair!"
"See ya soon!"
"I still can't believe you have boobs!" You can guess who that last comment came from. I waved back ferociously.
"Stay out of trouble, you guys!" I yelled, grinning with a rush of exhileration at all of them running crazily behind us.
"Yeah right!" They all shouted in unison. We pulled around, and soon St. James dissappeared behind a wall of tress on the road leading back into town. But right before we pulled out, I could've sworn I saw a figure with raven black hair vanish behind a curtain of a window on the second floor.
The whole ride down, I carefully explained each detail of my stay at St. James, and then I explained the whole Kirk ordeal. "Oh my God, he was a pedophile!" Maggie cried, sounding almost pleased with my dramatic discovery.
"Or something like that." I told her. "Either way, he was illegally making sex tapes with drugged minors. His ass is going to jail." Devon chuckled.
"I can't believe you almost got raped." He laughed.
"Oh yeah...haha, real funny." I said sarcastically, but then I started to laugh, myself. "So what did you guys do the whole time I was gone?" They exchanged a knowing look and grinned.
"Oh nothing really." Maggie said, smiling. I was very suspicious of their behavior, but she cut in before I could ask any questions. "But anyways...now I can write my article! Woooh! This will make for such an interesting piece! I can't wait. Maybe they'll even put it in the TOWN newspaper!"
"Yeah, it better be the best fucking article anyone's ever written, after all the trouble I went through to get the info for you." I grumbled. Pretty soon, my house slid into view. I could see Chris playing outside on the basketball hoop with one of his perverted little friends. I hopped out of the car eagerly, grabbing my bags and running up to him. I squashed him into one of those unexpected older sister hugs.
"Ew, Blair! What are you doing?" he yelped, trying with all his might to pull away.
"Oh, I've missed you!" I said, doing my very best to embarrass him in front of his friend, who leaning agains the pole, cracking up. Chris finally looked up at me.
"What did you do to your hair?" Oh, my hair! I'd totally forgotten that I'd had to change it.
"Maggie, we're going to the hair place later today, and you're paying for my hair dye like you promised!" I called to her as she stepped out of the car, popping a giant bubble gum bubble she'd been smacking on.
"What's the matter, don't you like how I did it?" she sounded a little hurt, but only a tad.
"Well...it's not that I don't like it. It's just not...me." I said. The black and red was Mason's thing, not Blair's. Maggie shrugged and agreed that she thought the multicolor suited me better anyways.
"Blair!" A shrill voice suddenly sounded from the porch. My mother was running towards me, her hair pulled back in a messy pony, an apron around her waist. She was cooking something at an appropriate time. Something was wrong...She pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, engulfing me in a cloud of flour that puffed off her apron when she slammed into me. I coughed and wheezed, trying to get it out of my lungs and eyes while she strangled me. "Oh honey, you have no idea how much I missed you while you were gone! I'd wake up every morning, and think you were going to be downstairs, and then you weren't." She hugged me tighter, and I think I died for a minute with the force. When she finally released me, my upper half felt numb.
"I missed you too." I grinned at her smiling face. "What are you doing cooking at a normal time of the day?" I was extremely puzzled by this.
"Oh, I was just making a little lunch for you guys, 'cause I was so excited about you getting back. I figured you'd be hungry." At that moment, my stomach growled loudly. I realized that I had been so nervous this morning about leaving, that I hadn't eaten anything for breakfast. It was nearing eleven o' clock now.
"Food?" I asked tentatively. My mother nodded, looking at me in a slightly concerned way. "Oh, I haven't eaten properly edible food in so long!" I immediately dashed to the door, recalling the days I'd spent wondering if I could build a house out of the rock hard bread, or if my cat would die if I fed it the chicken they served at St. James. Entering the kitchen, I saw the table was set with plates of wonderful food. I sat down at my usual spot and dug in. It was a simple lunch, but it tasted like the best I'd ever eaten for some reason. Just a roast beef sandwich, an apple, some chips, and a chocolate pudding, but it tasted like food of the gods. Maggie, Devon, my mom, and Chris and his friend all eventually joined me at the table to eat. It almost felt like things were back to normal. I tried to steal Maggie's pudding and she through a chip at me. Devon spilled diet Coke all over his lap, and we all laughed until our sides hurt because it looked like he'd wet himself.
"So, did you girls do anything weird out at the cabin? No crazy parties, I hope." My mom joked, nibbling at her apple. Me Maggie and Devon all looked at eachother.
"Umm...not really anything too interesting, really, Mrs. H." Maggie said, trying to sound casual. "Just kinda...hung out...ate...slept."
"Yeah, Mom...nothing huge. We...went to get my hair done, as you can see." I pointed to my black and red do, and looked around awkwardly, trying to end the conversation. My mom studied the two of us for a long moment.
"Do I want to know what you two really did while you were up there?" she asked knowingly.
"No, not really." We all said at the same time. My mom raised her eyebrows, but then shrugged, resuming her eating. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that that battle was over.
"Mmm..." My mom swallowed a large bite of sandwich, trying to speak. "That reminds me, though...I saw something really wierd on the news today." She wiped her mouth. "Some kids at a school called St. James started this charity group to raise money for this really weird sounding disease. Hesphalumtidus Syndrome, or something like that. Apparently, one of their former students had it. They're having a fundraiser this weekend. Weird huh?" I almost choked on a chip, but turned into a cough, and acted like what she was telling me was all news to me.
"Oh...yeah, wierd. I've never heard of that before." In my head, I was cursing Mikey for being so stupid.
"Isn't St. James that school Maggie had to interview the headmaster at for that article she was working on?" My mom pressed. I looked at Maggie out of the corner of my eye.
"No...nope. We went to St. John's." she quickly covered. I sighed again. Thank God she was such a good liar. I cleaned my plate and then hopped up, dusting the crumbs off of my shirt.
"What, are you leaving already?" My mom asked, smiling.
"It's the last day of summer, Mom. We plan on taking advantage of it. Besides...Maggie's taking me to get my hair dyed back. Isn't that right Maggie?" I grinned mischeviously at her.
"Well, that's nice of you, Maggie." When my mom wasn't looking, she stuck her tongue out at me. "Just be back before dark." I nodded, and then rushed out to Devon's truck again. Maggie looked reluctant, coming down the driveway.
"Hey, you promised..." I told her matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, yeah...now shut up before I change my mind about being a good friend." Ahh...things were finally starting to fall back into place.
"You like it?" I was staring at myself in the rearview mirror, my hair back to it's usual multicolored mess. I ran my fingers through in and grinned. Mason had bitten the dust. It was all Blair all the time, now.
"I love it." I told Maggie. She'd done just what she'd promised and payed for the whole procedure. Now we were cruising to Dairy Queen, ready for one last treat before the school year began. Er...well...began AGAIN, in my case. "So, what did you guys really do while I was gone?" I remembered the question I'd been meaning to ask them on the car ride home. But their answers were just as useless and vacant as ever. Lot's of "nothing really"s and "oh...not much"es. I was beginning to get a little fed up with the pair of them.
"Come on, you guys, I'm not an idiot. What are you hiding from me?" Maggie giggled.
"You really wanna know?"
"No, I'm just asking so I don't find out." I retorted sarcastically.
"Okay...just try not to wet yourself." I was extremely confused as she pulled out a piece of folded up paper in the back of her pocket. Devon pulled into the parking space, but I waited patiently in my seat as she handed me the paper, grinning more widely than ever. I unfolded cautiously, wondering what on Earth it could be.
Blair,
I know I'm more than a bit of trouble,
I eat your food and invade your bubble,
I stole your crayons in the second grade,
It was me who put that bubble gum in your braid,
I puked on your carpet at midnight on Christmas,
Then blamed it on your dog, 'cause I wanted my presents,
And now I feel awful, I feel like a ho,
For everything that I've put you through,
"Maggie, this is the worst piece of shit I've ever read. What the hell is this?"
"Oh, just keep reading it. It gets better." I sighed reluctantly and returned to reading her attempt at poetry. I'm not even sure it could be considered an attempt.
So, to say I'm sorry...I wanted to get you something you could really use,
Which is why I went online and bought us tickets for Muse
xoxo,
Magpie
My jaw dropped. "Oh my God...Oh my God...OH MY GOD!" I was stunned. It felt like I'd just taken a shot of caffein. I wrenched open the door and ran to Maggie's door. I threw it open, and pulled her out, acting like my mother and crushing her lungs in a hug. "Oh my God, Maggie! This is the best thank you gift ever!" I couldn't believe it. My first Muse concert! I was actually trying very hard to follow Maggie's instructions not to wet myself. "Oh god, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I was jumping around the parking lot like a psycho, and people were beginning to stare. Frankly, I didn't give a damn.
"Well, you're welcome." Maggie said, looking satisfied with my excitement. "I told you I'd make it up to you, didn't I?"
"Well, yeah, but I didn't think it would actually be anything GOOD! I just thought you were going to...go a week without slapping my ass or something. Or let me win at MarioKart for a month. I never thought it was going to be Muse tickets!"
"Hey...watch your mouth...I can send those tickets back just as easily as I got them." she warned. I was too excited though."Now...Medium, chocolate, chocolate-dipped cone, here I come!" Maggie cried. This was her favorite item on the menu. Devon instantly agreed that he was in the mood for his usual, a cookie dough blizzard. When I managed to calm myself down to an acceptable state (wich took about ten minutes), I decided to try something new.
"I think I'll have a mocha blizzard." I said, thinking of this week's coffee shenanigans. Both of my friend's looked at me, clearly puzzled by my choice.
"Since when do you like coffee?" Devon asked incredulously.
"Oh...it's kinda grown on me this week." Besides...I needed one last thing to remember him by before I attempted to drive him out of my mind completely. If he had no interest in ever seeing me again, then the best thing to do would be to just forget all about him. Or at least as much of him as I could. But I needed this one thing to sort of...salute him, in a way. He had every right to be angry with me afterall, and it wasn't really his fault. We stepped into the chill restaurant, and got into the long line that led up to the counter. Obviously, everyone else in town had decided to take advantage of the last day of summer as well. We were bound to be waiting in line for fifteen minutes, maybe more if the workers were slow-paced. We tried to pass the time by coming up with ideas for Maggie's article. We were puzzling over this when Devon said something unexpected.
"Woah...that guy's ass is really attractive." Okay...maybe it wasn't the most unexpected thing to come out of his mouth, but it was certainly out of the blue, even for him. I turned to see which poor guy he was talking about now. Actually, there were two of them. The one he was talking about was wearing some sort of casual dress pants.
"Yeah...not bad..." I agreed lightly. "I feel like I've seen those pants before, though. Maybe in a magazine or at the mall, or something." I couldn't quite put my finger on where I had last seen them. And then I had somewhat of a miniature flashback. Waking up on Gerard's leg after Dawn of the Dead. And then I noticed the familiar blazer and the raven black hair. "Holy shit..." I mumbled, hardly daring to believe my eyes. "Gerard?" I said, stepping out of line. He turned around. I was instantly caught up in his sparkling hazel eyes. So caught up, in fact, I didn't even think about what an odd coincidence it was that he had shown up in this particular Dairy Queen at exactly the right moment. "What are you..." I couldn't even finish my sentence. Mikey was standing next to him, looking back and forth between us.
The door behind them opened, and the rest of them came in. They all stared at me and Gerard's little confrontation. "It's me..." I said quietly.
"Blair?" The word slipped out of his mouth like water out of a glass. Suddenly and without warning. Mikey's eyes went wide.
"Blair? Oh my God, I didn't even recognize you! You dyed your hair!" Oh yeah...that might've been weird. I laughed a little and turned to him.
"Yeah, I guess I did. This is how I usually wear it, though, so..." And then the strangeness of the situation occured to me. "What're you guys doing here?"
"Looking for you, of course." Frankie piped up.
"How'd you know I would be here?" I didn't recall telling them where we planned on heading.
"We've been waiting for an hour because this is where your friend said you'd be." Gerard was looking at me like he had never seen me before. There was so much I wanted to say to him, but I wasn't sure if he would listen. Mikey seemed to pick up on some of the tension, and started to direct everyone towards the line.
"Allright, let's go order, huh? I'm in the mood for a banana split." It was now just me and Gerard standing in the middle of the crowded Dairy Queen. After a long time of neither of us saying anything, I knew that it was now or never. The worst he could do would be to tell me to go away. I walked up to him as calmly as I could manage and took a deep breath, extending my hand to him.
"Hi...I'm Blair Hunter. What's your name?" Kindergarten style hadn't failed me yet. But I began to have doubts about its effectiveness when he stood there and stared at my hand for a long time. I was about to pull in back and give up, when he suddenly grasped it tightly in his fingers. I looked up and he was grinning at me. That special Gerard grin that made me weak in the knees. (Not that I would ever admit that to him.)
"Gerard Way. It's nice to meet you Blair. Would you care to join me at my table?" He gave a fake little bow and I curtsied right back.
"But of course, kind sir...I'm just going to order first." We both burst out laughing at our ridiculous antics. The line lasted not nearly as long as we thought it would, and it flew by in a matter of minutes. Or maybe it only seemed that way because I was joking around with Gerard and the rest of them. We were just about up the counter, when I noticed T.J. staring at Maggie and blushing. I snickered under my breath. "Her name's Maggie." I whispered in his ear, making him jump. "I think you'd really like her." He looked at me with wild eyes, begging for help. "Go on...ask her to sit with you." I urged. He sucked in a huge breath and tapped her on the shoulder. I stepped back to watch as she turned around, looking a little confused.
"Ummm...h-hey. I'm Maggie-I mean, I'm T.J...you're Maggie." I fought with all my might not to laugh and embarrass him. "Listen...I was wondering...if maybe, when you're done ordering and stuff...Maybe, you'd wanna...sit? With me?" He looked at her expectantly, and I saw no change in Maggie's expression. I gulped. She wouldn't be a coldhearted bitch to poor little T.J., now would she?
"Woah...not so fast, boy." she said saucily. I almost groaned. Was she really going to crush him like this? But then she grinned. "First you gotta by me a drink. Or in this case...a medium chocolate, chocolate-dipped cone." T.J. looked incredibly relieved, as did I.
"Sure thing!" he said hurriedly, pulling out a five dollar bill. Maggie winked at me over his shoulder and I shook my head. Oh Maggie...Maggie, Maggie, Maggie...
"Hey...I'm Devon." I heard behind me. He had slid in seductively next to Frankie, who turned to him with a curious expression.
"Frank..." was all he said. Devon smirked.
"So...you wanna grab a table or something?" I facepalmed and Gerard snorted.
"Sorry, man...I don't swing that way." Frankie said. Devon looked suddenly down, a small "oh..." slipping from his lips. But Frankie smiled at him. "But I have a few friends that do. I can introduce you, if you want, sometime." Devon's entire face lit up.
"Really?"
"Yeah really...Here...I think I've got some pictures on my phone." Well...who would've thought. It looked like my original friends were mixing well with my new friends. However wierd that seemed...We finally got up to the counter. Gerard ordered some coffee drink, and I pondered that for a minute. Aww, who am I kidding...I hate coffee. Oreo blizzard all the way! When we had our drinks, we followed the others to the tables outside, and plopped down near the one the others were sitting at. They were all too wrapped up in what they were doing to notice we were just slightly separated from them so we could talk. Either that or they were politely ignoring the fact. We sipped in silence, and then I spoke up again.
"So...why'd you decide to come see me? Or were you forced into this?" I asked, kinda hoping it was the first option. I didn't like the thought that he had been dragged here, reluctant to see me, and was just doing this to appease Mikey, or something. But Gerard shook his head.
"Naw...I decided to come find you. I was thinking about what you said last night at the hospital, and how you were right. Just because you had a different name, doesn't mean you were a totally different person. You're Blair either way..." I shook my head this time.
"No, you were right to get mad at me the way you did. I deserved it after lying to you all that time. It's probably the lowest thing I've ever done."
"No, I totally overreacted. All that stuff I said...I didn't mean it, I was just upset." We were going back and forth, arguing about who was right. I laughed at this.
"Okay, okay...let's just face it. We both did some bad stuff to eachother. What do you say we just start over?" There was a brief minute of silence.
"Well...it's gonna take awhile for you to earn your trust back." Gerard started.
"Oh, of course." I was eager to put everything behind us. I'm pretty sure he could've said that he wanted me to pay him a million dollars, and I would've agreed.
"But, yeah...I guess we can start all over." We both smiled, and ate for a little bit more in silence. Then he spoke again. "You wanna know how I knew it was the right decision to come and try to fix things?" I shook my head, wondering what he was getting at. "We passed a Starbucks on the way here...And I didn't go in because I was afraid I would miss you." I pretended to be amazed.
"Oh wow...what an amazing feat. I can't believe you passes up STARBUCKS for me!" I giggled, wondering if everything was going back to normal now.
"Yeah, but I didn't." Mikey was suddenly behind me, proudly holding up a plastic cup of some sort of coffee drink with a mountain of whipped cream on it. The cup was labeled with the Starbucks logo. "Sorry, Blair...not even you can outmatch the undeniable goodness of heavily sugared coffee drinks at an overly expensive price." He took a long sip, looking right at Gerard. "Damn that is good!"
"Why you little bitch..." Gerard hopped up from the table, and Mikey took off running, trying desperately not to spill his drink. "Get back here, asshole, and gimme some of that coffee!" I laughed and shook my head, taking a bite of my blizzard as I watched them run crazily around the parking lot.
Maybe things were going slightly back to normal...But with a few caffeinated twists. ;)
A/N: I'm wiping tears of joy from my eyes. It's done. Es finite. Everything that I built up for...Sigh...that was so much fun. I REALLY, REALLY enjoyed writing this. You guys have no idea. And I have some of THE best reviewers on earth. You guys are awesome. I love you all so much. Without you, I would not have had nearly as much fun as I did. Thanks so much for reading, and messaging me, and giving me all the encouragement you guys did. I hope this last chapter lives up to your expectations. I'll see ya soon, guys.
Again...if you didn't read the top memo, links to pictures of Blair, Maggie, and Devon are in my Profile under the heading Links for My Stories. Go ahead and check um out. I found really good pics. :D
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SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT!