A/N: Hey guys! I haven't seen any spoilers yet for the last episode…so frustrating! Anyway, review time (: (Song used in this is Find a Way by SafteySuit)

Bloody-Lace—I'm glad you like my story! I agree with you, the "I" tense is so much better than the "You" tense, I was really tired when writing chapter seven that I didn't even notice this! Thank for telling me, this chapter will be "I" tense.

Ck4plh4ever—ugh I know right! I'm a little sad too, not quite a firm believer in happily ever after so we'll have to see how this story ends! That's a really unique and cool username, thanks for sharing.

Bookdiva—I'm so glad you like it! Haha I love the angst too, and though I'm not one for happily ever afters in real life, I like it when stories end nicely (:

Squirtlee16—yes, Billy is quite a moron. This is my revenge for him dating Zoe.

GilmoreGirls1197—why thank you my dear

Readinghottie16—here's an update!

Guest—I don't know, Billy's being dumb right now (x

Jane's P.O.V.

I'm standing in the airport with Grey, nervously rolling my very chic, Louis Vutton carry-on over the polished floor. Back and forth, back and forth.

"Jane! Will you stop that mundane action! Go get me a coffee." Grey orders.

I sigh and grab the book I never got around to reading out of the front zipper; coffee lines at the airport were long and often times bored me to the point of tears. I hurry off on the long trek to the nearest Starbucks, my black heels making the comforting clicking sound I had grown accustomed to.

"One grande hazelnut vanilla frappe, non-fat milk, no whipped cream, and light caramel drizzle on top." I order when I finally reach the counter. I whip out the Donovan-Decker credit card to pay and then make my way to an empty table; that unlimited credit card was definitely a perk to moving to Paris. I settle down in my seat, waiting for my order to be called. I glance down at the book in my hand, might as well start reading.

I couldn't put the book down, it was riveting. I continue to read it on the plane, mesmerized by every line. It was about friendship, unrequited love that wasn't so unrequited, betrayal, and hopefully a happy ending…I hadn't quite gotten there yet.

When I finished the last page, tears were threatening to spill over. I slammed the book shut, causing something to flutter out. I bend down and pick it up. It's a picture of me and Billy. We were laughing while the picture was being taken, causing it to be a bit blurry. My hands were thrown around his neck and my head was back. His arms were holding me securely around my waist, and he was gently smiling at me. I turn the picture over, about to slip it back into the book, when I notice handwriting on the back.

Janey, Happy 17th Birthday! I know you're kinda mad at me right now but it's okay, I'd be mad at me too. I know I was way out of line to make fun of your boyfriend, I just didn't want to see you get hurt. You're amazing Jane, and you deserve the best. I love you Janey,

-Billy

I laugh a bit, I remember that year. I had gone out with this total loser and Billy seriously flipped. I miss him. I turn on my ipod, not really paying attention to what playlist I picked. I leaned my head back and let the music flow.

Hold on, what's the rush, what's the rush we're not done are we
Cause I don't need to change this atmosphere we've made if
You can stay one more hour, can you stay one more hour

This didn't sound like the music I had. I looked down at my ipod…it was the playlist Billy had made me a while back.

You know I'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me
You know I'm gonna find a time to catch your hand and make you stay

Hold on, I'll be here when it's all done you know
Cause what's the point in chasing if I can't enjoy your face and
We can't be wrong tonight, can we be wrong tonight

You didn't want me to stay, Billy. I tried, but you didn't walk out with me. You promised you'd be here for me when it was all over. But things changed. We were wrong. I was wrong.

You know I'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me
You know I'm gonna find a time to catch your hand and make you stay
I don't care what clothes you wear, it's time to love and I don't care
You know I'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me

I never cared about that your appearance lacked that douchy look, I always loved you for being you. I tried to find a way…I tried.

And if I was running, you'd be the one who I would be running to
And if I was crying, you would be lining the cloud that would pull me through
And if I was scared, then I would be glad to tell you and walk away
But I am not lying, I am just trying to find my way in to you

I always ran to you Billy, why couldn't you see it. You were always there to cheer me up when I was sad. When I was with you, nothing else mattered. I tried to tell you how I felt, but you never stopped to listen. You walked out the door with her and took my heart with you.

The song kept going but I stopped listening. Instead I let the tears slip silently down my cheeks. If Grey noticed, she didn't say anything.

A few months later

I had finally settled in to my life in Paris. I had obtained my high school diploma from the principal and work was definitely a lot easier now that I didn't have to juggle two separate lives. I had quickly learned a lot of French, though I was far from perfect. Ben had been furious at first, but my mom calmed him down and they even came to visit me a couple times.

Work kept me busy enough that I didn't miss having some sort of a social life, but there were nights where I would find myself sitting alone at a table for two at some small café.

I would be drinking a coffee, shivering in the brisk air of fall, yet refusing to sit inside because I loved the fresh air. I'd draw my scarf tighter around my neck and take note of all the couples passing by. I knew it was the city of romance, and couples were to be expected, but it left me with a feeling of emptiness.

I would remember the way my body fit perfectly with his as we snuggled on the couch, watching re-runs of re-runs. I would remember the way his chest heaved up and down after escaping from some mess I had created. I would remember every feature of his face, every expression for every occasion. But then I would remember the absence of it and the slight smile that had graced my face would fall into a tight line. My chest would tighten and the waiter would look at me with concern. I would mutter something about having work to finish and leave the café abruptly after putting a few Euros on the table for a half-finished cup of coffee.

Then I would go back to my small, but comfortable apartment. I would nod politely at the doorman, agree with Mrs. Moreau that the weather had been quite beautiful that day, I would laugh along with Mr. Lefevre as he told me a joke he had heard on the radio, and then I would unlock my door and step into my apartment. I would lock the door carefully behind me and hang my coat on the rack. I would press the voicemail button on my home phone and never hear the voice I wanted to. I would brew myself a cup of tea and read a few chapters of the latest book I was on. I would go into my room, lock the door, and wake up the next morning; pretending never to have cried myself to sleep. Then I would resume Jane Quimby attitude, happy and bubbly and not a care in the world.

Billy's P.O.V.

I was going crazy. I lost Jane, and I don't mean I lost her in the way I still saw her everyday but she ignored me kind of way. I mean I really lost her. After I walked out with Zoe, she never came back, and I never got to hear what she had to tell me. It drove me crazy to think something had happened to her. Zoe tried to make light of it for a bit, tried to tell me she went on vacation, or she was sick, but I didn't believe it. I went and talked to Ms. Shaw. She told me Jane had dropped out and decided to get her diploma through online courses. I saw judgment in her eyes, but only because I knew I was the reason Janey was gone.

I was obsessing about Jane and I knew it. I also knew I couldn't be with Zoe anymore. We broke up, I heard it was ugly, but I don't remember it. A month after I learned Jane dropped out; I stopped by her old place, hoping to talk to Ben. The house was for sale. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, and I'm surprised I graduated. School had been over for a few weeks and Tommy was grumbling about me moping around the house. So I finally decided to play the one card I had left, I decided to take a trip to Donovan-Decker.