AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I sit on my desk, warm tears streaming down my face as I know that I will totally fail Math class because of the final (but I will still keep a positive outlook). And so here is a present to my much appreciated readers, a sappy Infinite Eyerolls ending to this chapter. Also I lied. The ending isn't even close to being near. But you guys will totally hate me, but then love me. (Continues from last chapter)

The two embraced each other as if it were to be their last. The redhead sobbed into the shoulder of the slightly shorter boy, her emotions a mixture of relief and absolute joy. Suddenly a quiet, but a rather familiar voice piped up. "Do you miss me too, Beatrice?" it said. She looked up and turned to the source of the voice: a little boy, yawning and rubbing his eye. She separated from Wirt, much to his dismay, and slowly walked towards the boy, as if he were an unaware deer. Beatrice knelt down to her knees and settled her hands on the shoulders of the child, looking him straight in his sleepy eyes. She smiled, her eyes growing teary once more, and gave him a big tight squeeze.

"Of course I miss you too, Greg! You and your pushover of a brother." Wirt pretended he didn't hear the last part.

Greg gave her a hug back, though not as big as her hug, which she found rather unusual for Greg to do. The little boy rested his head on her shoulder and yawned. Then, as if something went CLICK! somewhere in his mind, Greg suddenly popped his head up and looked at her.

"Beatrice!"-he squished her cheeks with the palm of his hands-"You're here!" Both Wirt and Beatrice chuckled.

"I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere!" Beatrice exclaimed. After hearing the good news, the little plump child beamed in delight and giggled as he squeezed her tighter. Looking up at Wirt, Beatrice motioned him to join in the hug, to which he gladly did.

Suddenly Wirt remembered his mother. He let go and stood up, looking over at his mother, who was sitting and trying to take everything that just happened.

"Mom-" Wirt started, only to be disrupted.

"So she's real.." she rubbed her temples and closed her eyes.

"Mom, I know this is a lot to take in," Wirt said as he rushed to give his mother pats on the back.

"Y-yeah," she looked at the odd redhead girl, who was now tickling her youngest son.

"Gregory?" Jane called to him. Beatrice stopped tickling to allow the little boy to answer.

"Oh! Mom!" Gregory grabbed hold of Beatrice's hand and dragged her to the table. "Mom! Mom! Mom!" the boy jumped in excitement, "I forgot to tell you! This is Beatrice! I told you she was real!" He pushed Beatrice closer to his mother.

"Yes honey, I've met Beatrice. And yes, I can tell she's real.." she smiled for a bit, until it fell. She caught herself and took Greg's hand.

"Gregory," she smiled once more, "I'd like you tell me those stories again."

Greg vigorously nodded and cleared his throat. "Okay, so it all started when…"

Beatrice softly smiled and took a seat next to Wirt. They both knew this was going to take a long while.

After two hours of Greg, talking non stop, she was then dragged around the house for the whole day by Greg, who was ever so eager to show her everything that their world had to offer. Beatrice, was of course, absolutely amazed at literally almost everything she laid her eyes and was introduced to.

Jane allowed the boys to stay home from school and called in sick for them.

"Mom, are you sure?" Wirt said as he stuffed pancakes into his face to finish eating, "I can still make it to school if I hurry."

"Nonsense. You and your friend have some catching up to do," she insisted as she dialed the school number on the landline.

Beatrice's eyes widened as she stared a a screen that showed drawings moving and coming to life. "Woah…" she tapped the screen with her finger, "how is it doing that?" Greg sat next to her.

"I dunno! Wirt told me it was magic. Complicated magic," Greg grinned. Wirt flinched at the memory of him telling Greg that. To be honest, he was just plain too lazy to tell Greg how it worked. And primarily because he wanted Greg to stop talking so he could watch his shows.

"Wow.." Beatrice was even more fascinated now and ripped her eyes away from the screen, "Is-is there anymore magic?"

Greg put a finger on his chin, "Hmm…" after a few seconds he smiled and nodded. He took her hand and said, "Follow me!" And with that, the two ran upstairs towards the bathroom, with a groaning Wirt following behind.

The two teenagers sat side by side on the front porch steps and supervised Greg and Jason Funderburker as they played and rolled around in the snow. Wirt turned to Beatrice, who was looking around at the strange sight that beheld her. "Why are you here?" he asked.

"I don't know. I just wanted to," she replied, her tone clearly dropping the bomb that it was a lie.

"I'm not dumb, I know you have a reason," the boy said, giving her an un-amused look.

"I just wanted to, okay? There's nothing wrong with that," Beatrice said, a final.

Wirt gave up trying and instead changed the subject. "So how's the Unknown now? How's your family?" She cringed when he mention her family.

"My family's fine;things are back to normal. People in the Unknown walk more freely now that the Beast is gone. I came across the Woodsman during my journey. He's the one where he told me where I could find the wall"

"Oh? How's he and Lily?"

"They're both doing well."

"Ah. Did you ever see Fred again?"

"Eh, sadly not, no. But I did hear that Endicott and Margueritte expanded their businesses even more. They even bought more horses and made Fred top horse." Wirt chuckled.

"So.." Beatrice started to fiddle with her hands, "How are things between you and Sara..?" But immediately after asking, she instantly regretted it for she saw his face fall.

"Oh god, Wirt, I am so sorry! We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Beatrice said.

"No, no, it's fine," Wirt shook his head and gave her a smile, a sad smile but a smile nonetheless.

"We dated for a few months, but it sadly didn't work out in the end," he sighed. Beatrice took his hand and held it between her two hands.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't be," he said, placing his other hand on top of her's. Beatrice blushed.

"Your hands are cold," Wirt said, pulling her in closer and rubbing her hands.

"Your hands are cold too, moron. That isn't gonna work," she chided as she pulled her hands away from him. He chuckled. Her heart started to beat faster at the sight of his cute smile and the sweet sound of his laughter. Her face started to grow as red as a tomato.

"Beatrice, are you okay? You're so re-"

"YES! Yes, I'm fine!" Beatrice quickly turned away from him and covered her face. Then she felt pokes on her sides, to which she jumped.

"Eep!" she scooted away from Wirt a bit. She turned to him and saw him smirking.

"Ohh.. so you are ticklish," he teased. Bea's eyebrow twitched.

"Let's see how you like it!" She lunged forward and started tickling him in his sides. They both laugh until Beatrice loses her balance and falls forward and on to Wirt.

Their red noses touched and their cold faces were very close.

"Uhh.." Beatrice whimpered. Just as she was about to pull away, Greg puts his hands behind both of their heads and push them towards each other with a little "Now, kiss!" remark.

With that, their lips crash together and Wirt started screaming. After being let go by Greg, the older brother started chasing the little boy, who ran and jumped around chanting "Wirt has a girlfriend! Wirt has a girlfriend!"

"Greg shut up! I do not!" Wirt shouted, tripping on a small bump of snow.

Beatrice sat there, giggling at the nerd who now had snow up his nose.

Later that night, the trio (including Jason) huddled up inside the makeshift fort they had all built in Greg's room. After an hour telling scary stories and giggling at jokes, they decided to call it a night since Greg kept dozing off.

Greg wriggled in between Wirt and Bea, holding Jason in his arms. "'Night, Wirt," the little boy yawned. Wirt smiled and ruffled Greg's hair.

"Goodnight Greg," he said. Greg looked up to Beatrice and gave her cheek a pat.

"'Night Beatrice."

Beatrice gave him a little kiss on his head. "Goodnight, bud."

And with that, small silent snores could be heard coming from Greg. The two teenagers smiled at each other.

"I'm glad to see you again, Beatrice," Wirt whispered. He took her hand and held it in his, making both of their hearts beat.

"I'm glad to see you again. And Greg too," she whispered back.

"How long are you going to stay?"

"I don't know actually.."

"Oh…" he gave her a questioning look.

"Bea, why did you come here?" He asked, intertwining their fingers together. Bea blushed.

"..."
"Beatrice, you have to tell me," he started to pull his hand away. She squeezed his hand.

"No don't.."-he clutched her hand and gave her a firm look-"I just.. My mother wanted me to marry this man I don't even know."

"But you're like 16, aren't you? You're a bit too young to marry."

"Look, I don't know how it works here, but in my world, girls tend to marry at my age."

"But why?"

She shrugged and kept silent.

"Oh…" They both laid there in silence. Beatrice closed her eyes and decided that it was best for her to go to sleep. Suddenly, she felt warmth on her hand and found Wirt bringing it close to his lips. He gave it a small kiss. Her face burned.

"I won't let anything happen to you," she heard his whisper. Smiling a bit, she let go of his hand and reached in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Promise?" she asked.

"Promise."

A/N:

Cry cry cry cry cry. This was so rushed please forgive me. I have good news! Break is next week and so I have three weeks to write, write, write! And by that I mean Procrastinate, procrastinate, wri-procrastinate.

UPDATE 1/17/2k15:

First off, I would really like to apologize for taking an unexpected hiatus. I lost my creative writing juices for a while. But they're back so yeah.

Secondly, this is the ending for THIS part of the story. I intended this to be a story of Beatrice's journey to find Wirt and Greg. I had so many ideas to make her story longer, but I guess along the way I had doubts and such. "This Could Be The End of Everything" is only the first part tbh, I have a much more larger story planned out. Basically the next part is more adventure than romance. And it has more feels so yeah.

So yeah, I'll just... get to work I guess. Until the next part!