Bonjour! Comment-allez vous? ( How are you, in French), ahaha. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in ages, I was just too lazy and didn't have the time. Once again, the story will be ending in another 7 chapters or so, so I want to make it eventful now! Thank you to all my lovely reviewers, like always. You rock! Xoxo Courtney

A tear rolled down my cheek as I thought about how this could end. There wasn't any possible way that we could run away forever without getting caught. "Aria," he said again.

I looked at him quickly with watering eyes. I squeezed his hands, as I leaned in closer to him. "If anything should happen soon, yes," I exclaimed.

Ezra furrowed his eyebrows at me in confusion. "Yes….what?" he asked, searching my eyes for an answer.

"Yes. I'll marry you. I want more than anything to be your wife," I confessed truthfully, as I noticed a big grin appear on his face, pulling over on the side of the curb.

Why we were pulling over, I don't know, but Ezra seemed pretty eager. "What are you doing?" I said, grinning.

Ezra pulled to the side of the curb, and turned to face me. "This," he breathed, as he attacked my face with his, kissing me passionately. I automatically ran my hands through his hair and back and forth around his neck. He ran his fingers through my curly brown locks, as I took his face in mine.

I got out of my seat, and after a few moments, finally managed my way over into his seat, straddling Ezra. The kiss was different. It wasn't out of desperation, or sadness, or eagerness; but of happiness, something that rarely happened.

Ezra nuzzled his head into my neck as I moaned. "Ezra, we can do this while we're at the hotel. Let's go, Mr. Fitz," I said cheerfully.

Ezra grabbed my hand, chuckling, as I fell back clumsily into the seat. My plan was going fine so far, excluding the drama with my dad. We were going to go to the hotel, stay there for a couple of weeks, so we could leave after I graduate, and then get on a plane for California, which was where we decided to go. Ezra was going to call Hardy, since Hardy owned a beach house there that he wasn't using right now. He could loan it to us, I mean, Ezra was his best friend in college.

"Then, let's get right on to it then, Mrs. Fitz," he exclaimed, squeezing my hand with his. He stoked the top of my hand with his thumb. I laughed at his happiness. I wondered how long he had wanted to marry me..and, even though I fainted, it was because of shock, and there was…just, too much going on at the time, but really, to be honest—I knew that I wanted to be with him forever since the first time we said that we loved each other. I know that sounds cheesy, but..it's true. And I'm going to make sure that I'm going to be the best wife to him, and will make him happy.

He pulled the car back into gear and we drove off again. It only took us about an hour to get to the hotel in Philadelphia. We walked into the hotel, hand in hand. We rented a room and unpacked our bags.

I glanced around our room. There was a couch, a small television set, a table with a pile of magazines, a kitchen, bathroom, one bed, and a balcony.

We walked to the couch and lay down, me resting on his chest. My head, moving up and down from his breathing. I smiled, as I looked up into his eyes. He was already gazing at me.

"What are you looking at?" I teased.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe just the most beautiful girl in the world..?" he questioned.

I maneuvered myself so I could stretch my neck enough to place a gentle kiss upon his mouth.

He sat up on the couch, so we could talk easier. "So, are you going to call Hardy?" I asked fixing his hair that was messy.

"Yeah, actually I'll do that right now," he replied, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his cellphone. I needed to buy him a new phone. He had a flip phone, which was….like, 2 years ago. He always has trouble texting me, because it takes him ten minutes to write, 'I love you'. I giggled.

I got up off of him and ran over to the bed, falling, and felt the comforter under my back.

"Hardy! Hey, how you doing man?" I heard Ezra say. "Yeah, we're still together, and no, I'm not in jail…" he sighed, laughing.

"Yeah, we're actually coming to California," he started, running his hands through his hair. "Oh, you're there? Are you staying at your beach house? Oh! You're married, and you bought a house! Well, congratulations then! I'll have to meet her soon!" he said, wasting time. I rolled my eyes.

"I was wondering if you could loan us the beach house until we find a house or an apartment…" he suggested. "You can? I owe you big time, thanks. Oh, um, sure! You can call us tomorrow with the information! Okay, thanks again—bye" he ended. He closed the phone shut and looked over at me. "We got it!" he yelled.

I got up off the bed and made my way over to him. I kissed him tenderly.

1 hour later~~~~~~~~~

We were watching tv, snuggled up close together, like our lives depended on it. We had just finished our take-out—It was our usual. I had almost fallen asleep when I heard his phone ring. I wearily got off of him, as he groaned. I knew he didn't want to check the message, but he got up and turned on a light. He stood in front of me as he read the text message.

I gasped, as his mouth opened, shocked, and he dropped the phone. I heard a loud noise. The battery probably fell out, and there was probably a crack in the screen, but I was only focused on Ezra. "Ezra?" I asked, worried. "What was that?"

He stood there, frozen. I stood up from the couch quickly and took his face in my hands. I made him look at me. "Ezra," I sighed. "Answer me, please," I begged.

His eyes threatened to shed a tear as he whispered words that even I had trouble understanding. "Its….it's Hardy. He—He's dead."

Woah! What do you think happened? That was NOT expected, and don't worry, it plays along with the story, it wasn't just some random event. Did you like it? Please review! I need at least 10 reviews if I'm going to update! Xoxo Courtney