I was going to go by my usual pattern, and update Come What May before this story, but I just couldn't get the words to shut up. Does that happen to anyone else: you just keep having these snippets of scenes or sentences run through your head until you sit down and write them? Clearly this story would not be silenced.

So, this is the second to last chapter of It Had to Be You. Enjoy, my friends:

I didn't want to, but I had to pull away for air. There was no way my lips could stay attached to Munro's a second longer without permanent brain damage being done from lack of oxygen.

So, with a mutual reluctance, we pulled apart. But Munro wouldn't let me get too far away. His arms, which had diligently wrapped around my waist, tightened the second our lips separated and his forehead rested against mine. His warm breath fanned across my face, our erratic intakes completely in sync.

I couldn't believe that had just happened…I had to tell Jordy.

"Shit," I muttered suddenly, breaking myself free of Munro's death grip. For some reason the thought of Jordy had immediately lead me to our conversation about Sam earlier…and the guilt automatically set in, making my stomach churn and leaving a metallic taste in my mouth; immediately tainting the lingering sensations of Munro's lips moving against mine.

"Not exactly the reaction I was expecting, but I'll ignore it because that was basically everything I had ever hoped it would be."

"This isn't funny," I shot back, my efforts to mask the panic in my voice completely in vain- it was there, plain as day.

"Whoa, Ace, take a deep breath…please."

I really tried to do as Munro asked, but I couldn't draw in enough air for a deep breath. It was disorienting how one minute everything could be pure bliss, and then turn to utter crap the next.

"I have to go, like, now."

"No, wait!" Munro cried immediately, clasping his hand around my wrist. "If you leave now, Aislinn, you're going to regret what just happened. You are going to second guess everything you have said and done this afternoon, and then I'll be right back to square one. I can't let that happen. We need to talk about this together."

I met his eyes, absorbing all the innocent hope there…how in the world was I supposed to turn away from such a gorgeous, truthful face?

Answer: I wasn't; I couldn't.

"Okay," I relented softly, "let's talk."

Munro sighed in relief, and quickly led me into his room. He crawled up on the bed, and settled himself in, sitting cross-legged. I reluctantly followed suit, sitting across from him.

"How long?" I muttered after a moment of silence. The words came unbidden, but I was suddenly overwhelmed with the need to know

"How long, what?"

I let a small, strangled giggle escape my lips at the sheer joy in his voice. I had never seen Munro so happy. "How long have you liked me, dummy?"

"Since our very first read through together, honestly. I hadn't really seen much of you since Murder in the Hamptons…but let me tell you, time had been kind to you. And then, of course, I noticed you had only grown more talented. We started growing closer personally…and before I knew it I had fallen."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"At first I really didn't want to mess up our friendship- I mean, I still don't- but the feelings got harder and harder to ignore. They just refused to be silenced. But then I walked in on you and Sam kissing, and even before that I had noticed the way you two were dancing around each other, and something inside me snapped. It was like as soon as the thought of you being with someone else became a reality I realized there was no way I could go my entire life without you knowing how I felt because you would definitely end up with Sam or someone like him. But I was still kind of a chicken. So I got some great advice, and the rest is history. Does that answer your question?"

Halfway through his speech, Munro had taken my hand in his. He finished talking with an adorable giggle, but I was too astonished to answer his question yet.

I cleared my throat and looked him squarely in the eyes. "I'm not as great as you're making me out to be. I'm a cheat and a bitch…I mean, look at the way I snapped at you earlier."

"Aislinn," the way he said my name with such reverence made me need to close my eyes. The way he was staring at me was burning a hole right through my heart. "I understand you have unfinished business with Sam. I'm not asking you to run off and dump him…that kiss was selfish of me. It's just that, when you told me you felt the same way, I couldn't help myself. I've been waiting to do that for the longest time."

"Stop it," I softly demanded, gently removing my hand from his and getting off the bed.

"Stop…what?"

"Stop being so nice and understanding. Everything you're saying…it's just too good to be true. I just need time; I need to sleep on things. I can't promise I won't come to regret what just happened, Munro, but I really need some time to myself. This is all just happening so fast."

The words were coming out in a panicked rush as the full extent of my guilt and confusion became clear in my voice.

Munro hopped off the bed and crossed to me. "Take all the time you need," he assured me sincerely, before wrapping me in the sweetest hug I had ever received. He was just so gentle, and, despite myself, I melted into his chest. After a tiny kiss to my forehead, Munro released me, and I gave him a sad smile before leaving the room. I rushed out of the house without even saying goodbye to Thomas.

I needed to take a walk…let my mind clear. I found myself heading directly for the park.

I immediately regretted my choice when the entrance instantly reminded me of Munro's earlier confession, and then, shortly after, of mine and Sam's date.

Two of the greatest guys in the world with strong feelings for me…what the hell made me so special that I deserved to have both of them to choose from, I wanted to know?

The thought was quickly followed by the realization that I was going to have to hurt one of them…maybe both. Why me?

I conjured a picture of both of them in my head- Sam's sarcastic, knowing smile and the playful gleam in his eye; Munro's innocence etched into every detail of his face including the famous lopsided smile.

They were so different, but so equally amazing.

I let my mind wander over the details of my date with Sam as I walked along the dark pathway. I remembered the way he had made me feel like the single, most special girl in the room. I recalled the way he had planned the most perfect date, the way he made my heart race, and kiss that still gave me Goosebumps. Sam's quick wit and sharp tongue never failed to make me laugh. Sam was one of my very best friends.

But then there was Munro. Thinking about him made me flush and my breath hitch. I hadn't noticed it, but I had been slowly falling in love with Munro since our first read through as Eli and Clare- the same time Munro claimed to have started the fall as well. Chemistry like ours just couldn't be faked, as it would seem.

And, God, how had I ever been so blind; so oblivious? Thinking back on just the last few days I could pick out several moments where I should have noticed what had been slowly happening.

Munro's disappointment and embarrassment when he walked in on Sam's and my first kiss, his push for a confirmation of whether I liked Sam or not, the sadness in his face when I had come to him for advice on making things official with Sam, the way he made me my favorite breakfast for me, the way he had blushed after I had kissed him on the cheek, the intimate moment we had shared in my dressing room before Sam had interrupted, and so much more.

Seriously, when I had I gotten so obtuse?

Then, suddenly, an epiphany hit me like a ton of bricks:

The night I had stayed over Munro's because I had fallen asleep I knew something monumental had happened, but I couldn't remember it in the morning. But it all came rushing back to me as I let my mind pick up on the details of Munro's and my relationship that I had ignored before.

Munro had told me he loved me…and then he had given me a tender kiss on my forehead. He had tried to tell me before, but I hadn't listened.

A tear leaked out my closed eyes, and I had stopped dead in my tracks. I was feeling overcome with emotions I didn't know how to handle. But, even so, a small smile curved my lips in the upward direction.

And I knew I had an answer to what I was going to do with my problems.

-Munro's Point of View-

The morning after everything had happed with Aislinn we were both called early to set. I was still reeling from the kiss, her confession, everything…but I couldn't help the worry from spiking in my chest. Would things be awkward today? Did Aislinn already regret what had happened?

The doubts plagued my brain all morning as I showered and dressed until I made up my mind to stop acting so anxious.

Because, truth was, it didn't really matter if Ace didn't want me ever after all that had happened. Yes, it would still hurt immensely, but I wouldn't be able to regret a single thing. I had stopped dwelling on what if's and what could be's, and I actually found out the reality of what would happen if I told Aislinn the truth.

Not to mention, my lips still tingled from the kiss we had shared.

Amazingly, I arrived on set at the same time as Ace. She was chaining her bike to the rack as I pulled up in my car. She turned when she heard my car door slam, and my eyes were first drawn to the new-found clarity in her eyes, and then to her lips.

I was quickly going to wear out the memory of our kiss.

Scratch that….it couldn't be done. I would never get tired of that image in my head.

"Hey," she greeted me with a smile that made my heart skip a beat.

"Good morning. You're looking regret free."

Her laugh echoed through the parking lot.

"I guess it's your lucky day, Mr. Chambers."

She winked at me, and I couldn't help but feel validated. I had worked so hard for so long to keep my flirting to a minimum because I didn't want to be too obvious or to make her uncomfortable. But, here we were, openly flirting in the parking lot without shame. It felt amazing.

"So, does this mean…we're…like…?"

I couldn't find my words. I just couldn't get past the hope in my chest that was so intense it was very nearly pain.

Aislinn knew what I was talking about anyway. "Official?" All I could do was nod. "Not quite yet. I still have some details I need to take care of."

'Oh, right, Sam,' I thought instantly before I realized that she had implied that we would be official; it was no longer a question of if. I couldn't keep the face-splitting smile from my lips. Although, I instantly felt a small amount of guilt claw at my consciousness; it was hard to be upset considering Aislinn was saying everything I had longed to hear, but Sam was my friend as I was screwing him over in a major way.

Actually, I had already screwed him over. Damn, why hadn't I realized this earlier?

As if reading my thoughts, Aislinn nodded just slightly. Then, she grabbed my hand and gave a light squeeze before she walked into Epitome's studio, leaving me alone in the parking lot.

'It is so on,' I thought to myself triumphantly before walking after Aislinn into the building.

-Aislinn's Point of View-

"I called you, like, twenty times last night," Jordy complained, sneaking up on me as I got my hair curled. I jumped, and the curler burned my scalp.

"Ouch," I yelped, wincing.

"Whoops, sorry," Jordy muttered sheepishly. "I didn't mean to scare you. But seriously, what gives?"

"I just had a lot on my mind yesterday. I needed some me time to sort some things out."

"Does it have anything to do with your meeting with Munro yesterday?"

"It has everything to do with that; I have a lot to tell you."

"So tell me," Jordy offered simply.

"It's really stuff I would prefer to tell you alone…no offence" I said quietly, trying not to hurt the hair stylist's feelings.

"That's fine, sugar, I'm almost finished. Then you two can go somewhere and talk privately."

True to her word, the stylist was finished in five minutes flat. Jordan, who already had her hair done as Adam and had apparently visited wardrobe, immediately grabbed my arm and lead me to her dressing room. She never had been very patient.

"Time to spill your guts, Paul."

I sighed as she locked the door behind her. "Where do I even start?"

"What did Munro have to tell you that was so important; let's start with that."

Jordy was going to freak; I just knew it. "That he loves me."

"Wait…loves you as in…romantic, I want you to be my one and only kind of love?"

I blushed with pleasure. "The very kind."

"Holy fucking crap; I knew it! So wait, what did he say? I mean, you like him back, right? You have to. You two are, like, meant to be. Oh, shit, what about Sam? Damn girl, your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!"

This time my blush was not one of pleasure. "Ew, Jordy, can you never say that ever again?"

"Sorry…I got carried away. I require details…lots of details."

I filled Jordy in on everything- telling her about my blowup after Munro's confession, my instant regret, the kiss, my walk in the park, and everything in between.

"Wow…that sounds like some night you had there."

"You're telling me," I muttered sarcastically.

"You know you have to talk to Sam as soon as possible. I mean, I am beyond happy that you and Munro have finally embraced the fact that you have loved each other forever, but Sam really didn't deserve what you did to him. He's a good friend to you. You need to fix this."

I was grateful to have a best friend like Jordan to tell me like it was no matter how painful that might be for me to hear. But, all the same my heart dropped into my stomach, the way it had been doing since the kiss with Munro, whenever I thought of the impending talk with Sam. He really was a great friend, and he deserved better that what I had done for him.

"I kind of a bitch, huh? I kind of made up my mind that I wanted to try this out with Munro, but there is still half of me that doesn't want to give up on Sam. He's going to hate me, though. He probably won't want to work things out after I tell him what happened. Damnit, I thought I had figured all this out last night, but I'm still so confused."

"I think you're allowed to be confused- they are both great guys."

"Thanks for the help," I muttered sarcastically.

"Hey, I can't make up your mind for you as much as Sam or Munro can. You are the one who has to figure out your feelings. But that doesn't change that fact that Sam deserves to be in the know."

Jordy was eyeing me sternly and I knew she was 100% right. After filming today I would have to take a trip to Sam's house.

This afternoon would be less than fun.

-Sam's Point of View-

Aislinn called during her lunch break at the studio, waking me up. She had asked to come over after she was done, but there was an uneasiness to her voice that made me nervous. I agreed anyway, anxious to see her. I had gone an entire day without talking to her, and I wasn't clingy, but I enjoyed her company.

By the time I had showered, dressed, and eaten a healthy-sized breakfast Aislinn called again to say she was on her way over. I looked at the clock; it was 1:40. This was perfect…we could catch an early movie and then go out to dinner or something.

I surfed the inter-web as I waited for Ace to show, creeping on Tumblr and sending some obnoxious tweets that always seemed to inspire equally odd responses from my fans. I was so caught up in answering as many tweets as I could that I barely heard the light knock on the door that alerted me to Aislinn's arrival.

My heart skipped a beat as I quickly tweeted my departure, leaving out the reason for my quick retreat, and ran to the door.

When I swung it open and got a good look at Aislinn's face. As soon as the expression there registered in my mind my heart immediately dropped into the soles of my shoes. This was not good; not good at all.

"Hi," the simple word came out choked. "How are you?"

I eyed her skeptically. "I'm certainly better than you seem to be feeling. What gives, my Ace of Hearts?"

"Clever," she replied fondly, but her voice was tinged with sadness and regret. In fact, if I wasn't mistaken Aislinn was about to burst into tears. And I knew her face well enough that I was rarely mistaken.

Sure enough, a few started to roll down her cheeks. I ignored the warning signals blaring in my head, and I pulled her into my arms, stroking her back softly, trying to comfort her.

Almost as soon as I had initiated the embrace, though, she pushed at my chest. I stepped back to look at her, confused, but she didn't give me a chance to demand an explanation. "Don't…I don't deserve your comfort or pity. I…I did something horrible…to you."

My throat closed in panic, but I managed to choke out, "Don't be silly; I feel perfect. If you had done something horrible to me I would be in shatters."

"There is still time for that," she cried, her tone breaking my heart into a million pieces.

"Aislinn, you're freaking me out. Whatever it is you know you can just talk to me…"

"I…Munro and I…we…kissed. I…we…he's…"

Aislinn seemed to be at a loss for words- not that it mattered, I had stopped comprehending after 'kissed' and 'Munro' had been in the same sentence together. Damnit, damnit, damnit all to hell! He had told her he was in love with her, and she loves him, too. I knew as soon as the cat was out of the bag she was going to second guess her feelings for me, but I never guessed it would take her such a short time to sort everything out.

Despair crushed me at the same time anger, white hot anger, grabbed a hold of my thoughts. Everything seemed to be tainted with red, and I turned to glare at her.

"So you and I…you don't really love me, do you? You didn't mean it when you said it at the park."

Her guilty expression was enough to break my heart; to rip it to shreds. I would deal with that later, though. I had something else to take care of first. Munro knew Aislinn and I were a thing, and he had seriously violated the bro code. I needed to track him down…have a nice…chat.

I was angry at Aislinn, too; I'm sure she hadn't been so passive in the whole situation. I sneered at her in disdain.

"I'm leaving. And when I get back home you had better be gone, too."

Aislinn flinched at the anger so evident in my voice. I wasn't one to get violent, but I was feeling the need to punch a wall…or Munro's face.

"Sam, I'm really sorry…I never meant for this to…"

"Get out!" I screamed at her. I didn't want to hear her empty apologies they meant nothing to me at the moment. I was beyond the point of rationality.

She quickly obeyed, scurrying out of my house, her face pale.

Not two seconds after she was gone I stormed out of the door…headed to Munro's house.

The walk probably should have refocused my energy, dispelled my anger, but, if anything, I was even angrier by the time I was standing on Munro's doorstep.

I gave three, loud, angry raps to the door, and Thomas answered almost immediately.

"Is Munro home?" I growled.

"Um, yeah…hey man, are you okay?"

'It's not his fault, it's not his fault,' I chanted to myself. 'He may look like Munro, but he isn't the one who kissed your girlfriend…ex-girlfriend.'

"Peachy. Look, if you know what's good for you, you will move out of my damn way."

"Sure. He's upstairs in his room."

Thomas actually sounded frightened; good. I hoped Munro had the same reaction.

Munro's bedroom door was closed, but it wasn't locked, so I charged in. Munro was sitting at his computer, and he whirled around when the door hit the wall.

"Oh, Sam," Munro got pale the second he registered the look on my face. "I wasn't expecting you."

"What the fuck, man?" was all I could manage.

"I guess Aislinn talked to you…um, if it's any consolation I never wanted to hurt you. Things just got complicated, and I had to tell her. It was a compulsion."

"I knew you liked her, that's not why I'm angry. I'm not even mad that you told her about it because, like I said, I wanted to handle this civilly. But we are way beyond civil; you crossed that line when you kissed my girlfriend. I thought we were friends!"

"We are friends!"

"How can you even claim that after doing what you did?"

"Dude, Sam, I think you need to calm down a bit. You're overreacting."

That was it…all reasonable thoughts broke away and I ran at his smiling face and I swung. Hard. My fist came in contact with his jaw, and I hear a satisfying thud and a light click.

Munro cried out in pain, his hand immediately coming to cup his jaw.

I had to say, getting that out of my system allowed all rational thoughts to return to my brain, and I let the anger bleed out slowly.

Then, as I stood watching Munro gently prod his jaw, I realized what I had done.

"Oh, shit, Munro, I'm so sorry. Crap…I-I've got to go. You should probably ice that. Fuck!"

And with that, I ran out of Munro's house feeling ashamed, embarrassed, but, most of all, broken hearted.

I've never ended a chapter in anyone's point of view but Aislinn's. This is weird, eh? But totally necessary.

One more chapter left! Actually, I'm already working on it. So, it should be done in the next day or so. I decided that, since the ideas are so fresh in my mind, I'll complete this fiction before updating my others.

Thank you for reading you lovely people!

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