AN: I thought that this story was going to be five chapters, but in all honesty, that fifth chapter was unnecessary. So this is going to be the final chapter. With that said, the story will conclude right now.

Chapter Four: Mickie Moves In

Brett walked towards Mickie's house, trying to get her to leave that place. She was all alone, and Brett knew that being there with no way to support herself is a bad move on her part, because everything is going to get cut off eventually. To make matters worse, he knows that with her luck and with the ways that things are going lately, she was going to be in trouble. Brett just sighed, and looked around the street that he stopped on. After taking a deep breath, he continued on.

The minute, almost to an exact second that he took another step, Brett heard gunshots coming from the street that Mickie lived on. The moment that he heard that, Brett's heart almost stopped beating.

"Mickie." Brett said, fear for his friend rising with every passing moment. Grabbing what he had with him for protection, Brett began to sprint towards the home that Mickie was staying.

Something bad was happening, and if Mickie was in trouble...With what he was carrying, something bad was going to happen now.

Brett was on her street, and he could hear gunshots ringing out in separate bursts. He looked all around for Mickie, but he didn't see her anywhere. He was about to run to her house, when he saw her running from some men. He didn't know who they were, and he didn't care, but when they caught her and threw her to the ground in a nearby wooded area, that is when Brett realized that he needed to do something.

This something, however, was going to change their lives for the good, ironically.

Mickie found herself being pinned to the grass by these ugly, overweight men, and they were trying with all their might to try and get her clothes off of her. She was trying with all her might, by kicking and screaming, clawing at their faces with her hands and nails. Then one guy forced her hands above her head while the other one struck her in the face, and continued to rip apart at Mickie's clothes.

Oh god, someone help me! Mickie pleaded within her own mind.

Just when all hope was lost, a single gunshot rang out, and with no effort, Mickie was able to kick off the body that was on her, and that man along with the other man took off running.

Mickie looked around, and saw Brett running towards her, holding a pistol in his hands. He looked around for someone, and helped her to her feet.

"Are you all right?" Brett asked Mickie.

"Yeah, thank you." Mickie said, hugging her friend tightly.

"It's not over yet. The cops are coming, and I have to explain this mess to them as well." Brett said, still holding his friend close.

Needless to say, there was a lot of explaining to do. Brett handed over the gun that he was holding to the cops that arrived on the scene. The gun that he was holding just happened to be a cops gun, Brett's dad was the original owner, and the guys at the department knew Brett, and with that alone, Brett was out of the police station within a matter of hours, but that is not where it ended.

Mickie still had to explain her situation to Brett's mom, and that was not going to be easy.

"Alright, we are listening." Lora said as she sat on the couch, flanked by her two daughters, Kat and Kim.

"Well, here goes." Mickie said. "Me and my mom were at odds for a while now, and she said that she was going out of town for a while to visit some family and friends. That was about a week ago, and a few days ago, she told me that she lied about visiting some family, and she really just wanted to leave me because I was a hassle to raise."

"So you were on your own for this whole time?" Lora asked her.

"Yeah." Mickie answered. "It was getting pretty bad, too. Just before Brett came over one day, I found an eviction notice on the door, and that meant that I was going to be on the street eventually."

"Damn." Kat said under her breath.

"What am I going to do?" Mickie asked them.

Lora didn't immediately respond to the question, which meant that she was obviously thinking about the situation. Calling child Services was both a good move and a bad move. Good because it would give her the help that she needed. On the other hand, it would be a bad move because Mickie and her son Brett were really close. Breaking the two of them up would no doubly hurt them both really badly. So there was only one thing that she could really do.

"Fine. You can bunk here until we can think of something." Lora answered.

"Are you sure?" Mickie asked.

"Sure, there's no point of calling child services for this. By the time that they will get to your case, you will be 18 anyway, so you might as well stay here with us." Lora said.

Mickie got up and crossed the room, and hugged her tightly.

"Thanks. You won't regret this." Mickie said, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

"No problem. I know I won't." Lora said, smiling back.

MONTHS LATER...

Things were going good. Mickie was living with Brett happily as can be. She settled in, and it didn't take long for her to feel as though she was a member of the family. Brett was happy too, his friend was in his life for good, and their friendship was growing stronger as each minute rolled past. Things couldn't be better.

One night, while everyone was asleep, Mickie found herself wandering through the house quietly, dressed in only one of Brett's t-shirts and her tiny shorts. She slowly crept to the bottom of the steps, and into Brett's room, where he was sleeping peacefully. She stood at the doorway, and watched him sleep without a care in the world.

She crossed the room, and sat near the edge, looking at her best friend closely. He certainly has gotten handsome in the past few years, and she wondered if she should take a risk on him.

She ran her hand through his golden hair, and smiled happily.

"I love you, Brett." Mickie whispered. She gave him a light kiss, and snuggled up against him, and went to sleep.

This is where she should have been, all along.

THE END