A/N: Sorry for the LONE overdue update. This week have been madness with Graduation and events before and after it, and to tell you the truth, this was the hardest chapter I had to write. But as you can see, I finished the chapter.

Thanks yet again to Erin who proofread this and said that it was fine the way it is so yay!

Thank you to all who have commented and has messaged me on how it is going. It's nice to know that people can get as addicted as I can on some fics coughCOMINGHOMEcough.

This chapter has teh heart-to-heart that you wanted but diddnt get in the last chapter. I apologize if Gio or Betty is OOC in anyway. I tried SO hard on this and I hope you like it!

As usual shout-outs to all who enjoy and comment on this fic, and to the troops over at I-C who gave me the push to finish this chappy coughMARYANDERINcough

Enjoy!

Betty's POV

I arrive back at the hotel. I pack the last of the things and make sure if all my stuff is together. I need to do anything that could get my mind off the fact that I totally broke Gio's heart. I feel so horrible.

I sit back onto my bed and I look through the pictures from the trip. The beautiful architecture of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Spanish Steps, and the markets and villages we visited. I look at the sights and I stop at this one picture. It's a picture of me and Gio with the inside of the Coliseum behind us. I remember that day. He found some new interesting meats, cheeses and sauces, and they tasted pretty good. We fooled around and just hung out like the friends we were before this "relationship" thing happened. He is smiling so brightly, like he just won the lottery. It kills me that he found out the way he did. I wasn't planning him finding out that way. Well, I haven't really gotten around to think how I would tell him, but not in that way. I feel the tears start to form in my eyes again. I fall back on the bed and think aloud.

"Ah Dios Mio. I totally screwed up! I don't know how he's gonna forgive me after this. All I wanted to do was give him some happiness after all he has done to help me out ever since he left, and now he's gonna hate me. Oh why me? I give up! He hates me now! I know he does!" I think aloud. I hear a knock on the door.

"Betty? It's Gio. Can I come in?" I hear his voice faintly. I sit up, straighten my hair and shirt and wipe my eyes.

"Yeah, come on in." I say. He opens the door and enters, hands in his pockets, head down.

"Hey." he says.

"Hi. Pull up a bed." I say. He sits down on the bed next to me, facing me. We sit there at first in total and complete silence, not knowing what to say. I look down at my feet, dangling on the side of the bed. It feels like an eternity sitting there in complete silence. I could hear a pin drop if it fell on the ground. I just don't know how to talk to him.

"So," Gio breaks the silence.

"So," I reply and laugh nervously.

"Uh, I don't know how to start this." I say truthfully.

"Me either." Gio laughs nervously.

"Well, lets start with the obvious question." I say. "How did you find out?"

"I've kinda known it in the way you have been acting around me lately, not quite acting like yourself. Plus I overheard your conversation with Henry." He says embarrassingly.

"How did you, if you-"

"I walked to see if you were ok because you were out for long and I heard you talking to him. I knew it was him in the way you were talking. Its so not your dad." he laughs.

"Oh." I say. I look over at him and see the defeated look on his face. I throw back my head, the rub my eyes.

"Just get it over with." I say.

"What? Get what over with?" Gio asks.

"Just say it please. I know you want to."

"Want to what?"

"Just tell me off and never speak to me again." I say, the tears brimming my eyes.

"Why would you think that Betty?"

"Because Gio. I hurt you bad, basically manipulated you and made you think one thing when I was really doing the other, and for breaking your heart. You must hate me so much right now, and I would understand if you never want to be my friend again and-"

"Betty, I'm not gonna stop being friends with you."

"I'm gonna be miserable and feel guilty and- what?" I turn my head to him.

"I said that I will still be friends with you." Gio says looking at me. He takes my hands.

"Betty. I know you never meant for me to find out this way and I know that you wanted me to be happy. After thinking about it, I knew that you still loved Henry, and that it is probably hard to let go of what you two had. I shouldn't have invited you on this adventure too soon, so I should be the one apologizing." Gio says.

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with Gio?" I say.

"He's right here, but he just opened up his mind and eyes to see what's really there. I had a long talk with someone who put it into perspective for me. Be lucky that you are marrying him. He is one smart cookie. No pun intended." he says.

"Woah, woah, woah. You talked to HENRY? As in Henry Grubstick? My fiancée?" Man, it's nice to finally say that.

"Yes. He called me saying that you were concerned about me, wondering where I was. He talked, I talked and we both listened to each other. He told me how worried you were about this and how you were gonna pull it off. He said that you thought I was a great guy."

"You are a great guy. You are kind, sweet, and you are determined to achieve your goals and help people on the way to achieving theirs. I know that one day you will make some lucky woman a very happy one by being in her life. I'm just not that girl. You are just so supportive and such an amazing friend that I wouldn't know what to do if you are not there to help me out. And give me free sandwiches." I laugh. He laughs also.

"Yeah. I kinda have a weakness for Eaters like yourself." he blushes.

"That's ok. So…are we cool?" I ask.

"Well, I'm still a little hurt, and I know I will be for a bit, but yeah we're cool." he says. I hold out my hand.

"Shake on it?" I ask.

"No." he says.

"No?" I say disappointed.

"No. We hug on it." he says before he reaches over and envelops me in a huge hug. It is so genuine and sincere, and it seems like he doesn't want to let go. I really wouldn't know what to do if he just severed the ties of our friendship. We break the hug and he smiles.

"Lets go home. I know someone there who is dying to see you." he says, grabbing his already packed luggage. He holds out his arm. I willingly link mine with him.

"Lets." I say grabbing mine and walking out the hotel room, catching one last glimpse of Rome from the window above the city…