This is the epilogue. It's set about two weeks after the last chapter- and I do have somethign to say. If you don't like the outcome of this chapter, I honestly do not give a damn. I've thought about this sotry for over six months, and in my head, this is always how I pictured it would end. I'm quite satisfied with the ending, and if you aren't- that's fine, you don't have to be. It's my story, and I have full creative license to do whatever I want with it.
Also- I do not own Kissin' U by Miranda Cosgrove, or Generation Love, by Jennette McCurdy. The songs belong to both of them- I am just using the lyrics for the sake of the story. That being said, read on.
"Sing something for us, Carly!"
I press closer to Freddie, kissing his lips softly. We're at a small party a few girls and Carly worked hard to throw for Freddie. It's basically a thank you, and an honoring of his bravery and courage. At first, we were both hesitant on coming, from what's happened with Carly, but we decided to come anyway, and I'm hoping this doesn't turn sour.
Carly grins at everyone, skipping up to the stage and grabbing the microphone. "Alright, ever since Freddie saved me, I've kinda…been…in love with him. I don't know if it's true love, or just love for him since he saved me, but either way, this one's for you, Freddie."
Sparks fly, it's like electricity
I might've died, if you hadn't saved me
You get closer and there's nowhere in this world
I'd rather be
My eyes widen. She's singing a song about kissing Freddie? Is she fucking serious? After all the shit we've been through about how he's my boyfriend…she still has the audacity to sing something like this. From the look on Freddie's face, I can tell he isn't happy about it either.
Time stops like everything around me
It's frozen and nothing matters
But these few moments when you open my mind
To things I've never seen
'Cause when I'm kissing you my senses come alive
Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find
Falls right into place, you're all that it takes
My doubts fade away when I'm kissing you
When I'm kissing you it all starts making sense
And all the questions I've been asking in my head
Like are you the one? Should I really trust?
Crystal clear it becomes when I'm kissing you
Past loves, they never got really far
Walls up, made sure I guarded my heart
And I promise I wouldn't do this
'Til I knew it was right for me
But no one, no guy that I met before
Could make me feel so right and secure
And have you noticed I lose my focus?
And the world around me disappears
'Cause when I'm kissing you my senses come alive
Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find
Falls right into place, you're all that it takes
My doubts fade away when I'm kissing you
When I'm kissing you it all starts making sense
And all the questions I've been asking in my head
Like are you the one? Should I really trust?
Crystal clear it becomes when I'm kissing you
I've never felt nothing like this
You're making me open up
No point even trying to fight this
It kinda feels like it's love
'Cause when I'm kissing you my senses come alive
Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find
Falls right into place, you're all that it takes
My doubts fade away when I'm kissing you
When I'm kissing you it all starts making sense
And all the questions I've been asking in my head
Like are you the one? Should I really trust?
Crystal clear it becomes when I'm kissing you
When she finishes, she leaps off the stage and heads right for us. Immediately- without breathing a word to anyone, she crashes her lips to Freddie's.
My eyes widen. Freddie looks absolutely pissed, and I grumble to myself, as I reach over and grab her shoulders. I pull her away from my boyfriend and glare at her. "What the fuck?!"
Freddie doesn't look too happy either. "Carly, for the last time, I am Sam's boyfriend, not yours. Nothing you do will make me love you in that way, so I'd stop trying if I were you, and just accept that I am not going to leave Sam for you. That song means nothing to me- and I'm sorry if it sounds harsh, but I am done. I will never be yours. Why don't you stop trying to make a move on the taken guys, and find someone that doesn't have a girlfriend? There's a crapload of single guys in this school, and for the final time- I am not one of them, and I never will be."
A wave of applause crashes into the room, and Carly's facial expression is absolutely priceless. "Fine, then," she whispers. "Since you all don't want me to be happy, I'll just leave you alone. Have fun with that bitch, Freddie." She smirks at me. "Don't be surprised if she cheats on you soon."
A wave of boos ring throughout the room, as Carly glares at everyone hissing.
She stalks out of the room, and I sigh, leaning over to kiss Freddie's cheek. "I'm fine. I promise. She's jut trying to provoke me."
Freddie grins. "Well then, why don't you get up there and sing something?"
"Yeah! Go Sam!" The crowd of kids cheers me on, and I sigh happily. "Fine."
When I'm up on the stage, it feels like everyone in the room disappears…except for Freddie. I can see him beaming at me, taking a hand off one of his crutches to blow me a kiss. I smile back, and then speak into the microphone.
"I wrote this a few days ago- it's still pretty rough, but…here goes nothing…"
I found a picture of my mother
In her bell-bottom jeans
Flowers in her hair
Two fingers up for peace
In that Polaroid she smiled, a grown up baby boomer
Maybe mama walked down the wild side
Walking on the moon
What will they say about us?
I've heard stories about my grandpa
Child of the Great Depression
How growing up broke creates
And deep and dark impression
He sits in a rocker down at the veterans' home
Even when I go to visit
He still rocking all alone
What will they say about us?
They call us generation lost
Or generation greed
Or the connected generation
To a plasma screen
Or a generation why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us
Generation love, generation love
We are children of divorce
Victims of dysfunction
We spell check, of course
And GPS the proper junction
We've gotten pretty good at shifting all the blame
But I think I hear an old song
Calling my new name
Generation love
Not generation lost
Or generation greed
Or the connected generation
To a plasma screen
Or a generation why
Enough is not enough
Or maybe they'll call us
Generation love, oh, generation love
And when they open up our time capsule
A hundred years from now
Maybe they'll look inside
And see we figured out
How to live with less
And give ourselves away
Just maybe they'll call us
Just maybe they'll call us
Generation love
We are a brand new generation on the rise
Generation love
We are a brand new generation on the rise
(Generation love)
Oh, generation love
Cheers and claps ring through my ears, as I conclude the song. Freddie's looking up at me with the biggest smile on his face- he looks so proud, and warmth fills my heart, as I jump offstage and leap into his arms.
"I love you, baby," he whispers, as I pull my head back. I press my lips to his, and silence envelopes us for just those few moments. When we pull away, more applause rings through the room.
"I'm so proud of you," Freddie says. "I love you so much. We've seen it all- a popular web show, taco trucks, sacrifices, a crazy Carly, what's next?"
And there you have it. I'd love your thoughts on this. And I'd also like to thank you all for the reviews, favorites, and follows on this story. The number is amazing, and I'm glad so many of you enjoyed my writing. I thank each and every one of you, and I hope you'll stick with me for more stories to come. Thank you, again. You are all amazing.
-Neha