A/N: Alright, here's the last chapter! Thank you to everyone who's stuck with the story! I appreciate you all so much! Without further ado, onto the story!

Where am I? Clare Edwards awoke in an unfamiliar room with a bad taste in her mouth. Glancing around, her gaze fell on Eli, who was still snoring softly beside her. Oh, right. New York. Shifting, she realized that she was still in her clothes from last night. I need a shower. Slipping out from under Eli's arm, she grabbed some clothes from her small duffel bag and tiptoed into the bathroom.

After a warm shower and brushing her teeth, Clare felt much better. Slipping on a pair of jeans and a ruffled blouse, she brushed out her curls and emerged from the bathroom to find a very confused and sleepy looking Eli pulling himself from a sleeping position.

"Hey sleepyhead," Clare said, ruffling his hair as she walked to her open duffle. "Not a morning person?"

"Mmm," Eli mumbled in response, rubbing his eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes," Clare chuckled, folding her clothes from the previous night and placing them in the bottom of her bag. "So, are we still on for the bookstore today?"

"You were actually listening last night?" Eli teased groggily. "You were half asleep the whole way back."

"Yes, I was listening," Clare replied, hands on her hips. "Go get ready. We'll go for coffee."

"Your wish is my command," Eli said, getting off the bed and reaching for his bag. After grabbing a few things, he kissed Clare's forehead and headed for the bathroom. After Eli came out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed, the two headed out, hand in hand, finding a small coffee shop next to the bookstore that Eli had talked about. After indulging in pastries and mochas, the pair moved on to their destination.

"I'll be over there," Clare said, pointing to the section labeled 'romance.' Eli rolled his eyes. Typical.

"I'm going to look at mystery," he replied. "I'll meet you in horror later."

"Sounds great." The couple headed their separate ways in the store, which was covered floor to ceiling in oak shelves. The shop was crowded, wind chimes and dream catchers hanging from the ceiling, a staircase in the middle, the floors covered in a deep purple carpet, mismatched lazy chairs scattered around, and the whole place smelled of incense. It was the perfect place to spend their day. They wandered and wandered, losing track of the hours, finally deciding to check out when dusk swept the city outside.

"Wait," Clare said, as they checked out. Next to the counter, she caught sight of a velvet covered, purple scrapbook with an image of the city embroidered on the front. Smiling, Eli added it to the pile.

"I can't believe summer's over," Eli sighed, flopping next to Clare on his bed.

"Hey, careful, I have scissors," Clare warned, holding them up and Eli rolled his eyes. "You could help."

"Not my area of expertise."

"Fine. Could you just glue this to that page?" Clare asked, holding up the picture of the two of them with the lead singer of Dead Hand.

"I suppose," he sighed, taking it and grabbing a glue stick. "There, done."

"I'm almost finished too." Clare added a few more stickers to the page and inserted it into the plastic sleeve. "There." She held up the purple scrapbook. "Ta-da!"

"Beautiful," Eli said, looking into her eyes and kissing her. "To our incredible summer."

"To our incredible summer."

A/N: Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed!