(A/N: Mmkay, people. You said you wanted this story to continue, so here it is! The last chapter! Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter, appreciated it:)

. - thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying it:) )

"Yes, I realize that...no, I just...Please don't cry, Mrs. Matthews, he's safe now!...Alright, here you go..." Paul eagerly handed the phone to Chase.

The four teens (Josh had hurried off home after a loud, unexpected outburst from Zoey) and Paul were now safely sitting in the living room of the house. Paul had suggested they let their parents know about their day because 'it would be the right thing to do' (didn't turn out to be the best idea, in his opinion...dealing with crying mothers and whatnot).

"Hello?...Mom, I'm fine!...No, I have enough, you already sent over twenty more pairs since sc--Can I talk to dad?..."

Dad...

Zoey's head shot up. She rushed over to where Paul was sitting and whispered something into his ear. He nodded and pointed at Chase.

"Chase!" She shook him, signalling for him to get off the phone.

"Uhh, dad? I gotta go...I'll call you later." He placed the phone back in the cradle. "What is it?"

"What about my dad? How do we know they let him out?" Zoey asked him anxiously.

"I'm sure he's fine, Zoe." Chase tried to reassure her.

"We have to fly back to Malibu! Back to PCA...I have to make sure," She told him, worry in her voice.

"Thanks so much, James!" Zoey smiled as she flipped her phone shut and turned to her suitcase.

"Wait...We're leaving...tonight?" Chase asked her incredulously.

"Of course! We need to get him out of there as soon as possible! He's innocent!" She argued, looking at her suitcase, thinking how she managed to fit everything in there in the first place.

"Zoe, you barely know the guy," He tried to reason with her, "and you're travelling across the States just to get to him."

"He's my father," Zoey reminded him quietly, stopping her packing and slowly turning her head to look at him.

"I know that, but..." Chase then realized that he did not have a response. He sighed dejectedly. "Okay..." Zoey smiled then turned back to her suitcase to finish packing.

"There." Zoey smiled, satisfied, looking at her closed, organized, suitcase. She laughed inwardly at the sight of Chase jumping on his suitcase in attempt to get it to close. She watched him for a few more seconds until he slipped off the suitcase, falling onto the floor with a thump. She walked over to him, just smirking as he pushed himself up off the ground. "Need help?"

"Uhm, no. I got it," He assured her, trying to keep his manliness(or whatever reason it is that guys never want help from girls...). He then proceeded to attempt to close his suitcase by sitting on it as he zipped it up. Zoey sighed.

"Here, let me." This time, Chase did not argue. She opened the suitcase and looked at the contents. Most of the items in the bag were just thrown in. She turned it upside down, emptying the contents onto the bed. Re-folding everything, she set all Chase's belongings neatly back into the suitcase.

"Wow, thanks." Chase smiled and flashed her a boyish grin. "So...we're actually leaving tonight?" He asked again, trying to get her to change her mind. He sighed again as she nodded. "Okay..."

The two dragged their heavy bags down the stairs to say hurried goodbyes to their friends.

The flight to Malibu was uneventful, other than Chase feeling a little sick after managing to eat seventeen bags of roasted peanuts, washed down with three cans of club soda.

"I told you not to eat so much of that stuff," She reminded him, proudly.

"Yea, well," Chase started to argue, "...yea." He sighed in defeat. "Are we at least going to drop off our bags before we go?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Okay, I guess I owe you that much," Zoey agreed. They walked from the airplane terminal and caught a taxi back to PCA.

"Ready?" Chase asked as the two stopped in front of the large concrete building. Zoey nodded, taking in a deep breath. He opened the door for her, putting one hand on the small of her back as he gently guided her inside. She smiled warmly at him before turning around. Her face lit up as she saw her father's face smiling at her. She ran up to him, embracing him in a tight hug.

"I told you I'd get out soon," He whispered to her, amusement in his voice. She laughed as he lifted her off the ground a little bit, not breaking their hug. Chase stood by, smiling at the reunion. Zoey pulled back from the hug, her hands still resting on his arms.

"What happened? How'd you get out?" She inquired, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, I'm not sure," Steve scrunched up his face in confusion. "they just kinda...opened up my cell and told me I was free. I guess ol' Drew must've cracked." He shrugged as he lead the two outside the building. "Okay, Zoey. I guess we have a lot of catching up to do," He smiled down at his daughter, giving her another hug. "I'll call you tomorrow, because right now, I think I have a little bit to sort out with my girlfriend," He chuckled, pulling away from Zoey, but not before planting a small kiss on her forehead. Steve walked to Chase and lowered his voice, "Take care of her." Chase gave a small nod, and the two teens watched as Steve walked away from them, his figure disappearing as he turned the street corner.

Chase and Zoey headed back towards PCA, an awkward silence filling both their ears as they walked. When the reached a park, Chase unexpectedly took a turn, making Zoey follow him confusedly. He sat her down on a park bench before sitting down himself. Chase took in a deep breath. "I need to know," He started. "What are we right now?" He asked her, simply.

"I don't know, like--"

"I mean...I need you to see that Emma kissed me. Why would I kiss her? Hours after asking you out; do you really think I'm that kind of guy?" He began to ramble, interrupting Zoey. "Can't you see I care about you? Why would I want to hurt you?"

"I know; I know. I was being stupid. I should've believed you...I mean, it's not like you've lied to me before," She reasoned.

"Exactly!"

"And I'm so sorry," She apologized, taking his hands in hers. Chase shifted nervously in his seat.

"So?...Is it good now; Are we...good now?" He asked her, searching for the right words.

"I think it'll be ok. We'll be ok," She assured him softly. They both slowly leaned in, their lips soon meeting in a sweet kiss.

(A/N: WOAH that took a while to get out. Sorry if any of you felt a little...cheated with the ending, like with Steve and Josh and everything...As you know, I've been having trouble thinking up what to write...Well, that was the last chapter! Hope you enjoyed It'll Be Okay! I sure enjoyed writing it (except for those times I got writer's block...)! I want to give a shout-out to Simply Sarah for beta-ing so many of my chapters for me! Also to NoelleJoi and stateofpandemonium for kinda just..being there:P And of course, all my other readers! I LESS THAN SIGN 3 YOU GUYS:P

If you're looking for other stories to read, check out my High School Musical stories, because that's the category I'm most interested in right now...Someday, I might come back to Zoey 101, who knows? But for now: Adios, amigos. Thanks for reading!)