So, give me some credit, I updated a lot faster than two months ;) Anyways, here's the last and final chapter! Now, it starts off good writing wise in the beginning, but as it goes in my opinion I think it just gets worse and worse :/

So I'm really sorry for the crapiness of this chapter!

Try to enjoy it! If you can. . . (;

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It's crazy how just one step can mean so much.

Take astronauts and the whole 'One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind' thing. I mean, you take one step and you're on the freaking moon. It doesn't get any bigger than that, really.

In my case, however, it was a step off an airplane and BAM! You're in a foreign country. Not for vacation, but to live.

Culture shock, much?

I sighed and spotted my suitcase on the luggage carousel. I snatched it as it came by me and lifted up the handle, making it ten times easier to transport. I began to make my way through the alien airport, trying to blink back tears.

Come on, Sonny girl, you're in London for goodness sakes! You're practically breathing in history! You shouldn't be moping on what you left behind. Just the thought of Chad made the tear that had been building up in my eye slide slowly down my cheek.

I let out a deep breath and quickly wiped away the tear. But it didn't help, they just kept on coming, one by one beginning to slide down my face.

Suddenly, I bumped into someone, making my suitcase fall from my hands. It clattered onto the floor with a loud bang, but it barley registered to my senses. I resisted a sigh as I bent down to pick it up, but someone beat me to it.

"Here," A silky, eerily familiar voice said. My eyes widened, could it be-

No, impossible.

I looked up eagerly and found myself looking into a pair of electrifying blue eyes.

I gasped, "Chad!"

Oh, my god. He was here. Why was he here? To apologize, oh, maybe he's-

"Chad? No, I'm Dylan, Dylan Cooper, actually."

Wait, what?

I blinked and realized that it wasn't in fact Chad, just a confused boy around my age. Upon closer inspection, I saw that his eyes weren't even blue. They were a chocolate brown, like mine.

Oh, wow. I seriously just imagined Chad in my head. This is scary.

But the fact that I imagined Chad wasn't worrying me, it was the fact that his name was freaking Dylan Cooper.

"What? Dylan Cooper?" I asked breathlessly, feeling confused.

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Dylan who? My names Russ."

Oh, my god. I'm going crazy.

I shook my head and grabbed my suitcase from his hand, "Russ. Right, um, thanks for helping me."

I walked away briskly, leaving Russ (who the heck names their kid Russ?) staring after me, looking confused.

"Well that sucked." I muttered to myself, stepping outside the airport and immediately regretting I hadn't packed a coat. It was snowing, and I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

That's just freaking peachy.

I would cry, but I'm pretty sure my tears would freeze to my face. Yeah, it's that cold. Groaning slightly, I stomped my feet several times, trying to keep warm in the frigid cold.

I stepped onto the street corner and waved my hand, hoping to flag down a taxi. All around me, English people were bustling down the streets, their accents ringing in my ears and their glossy coats and shoes making me feel like a foolish tourist.

Well, I guess I kind of was one.

Finally, a black cab pulled over. I quickly hopped in and shut the door, shivering from the cold. "Go to, um, hold on." I dug around in my pockets for the piece of paper my mom gave me with my new house address on it. When I was getting worried that I had left it at home, I found it. I breathed a sigh of relief, "23 Ledlsyle Lane. I think it's in London?" I guessed, hoping I didn't sound as hopeless as I thought I did.

"Lost on your first day, Munroe? Wow. I thought you'd do better than that."

I snapped my head up in shock and looked at the driver, who was wearing a black hat and sunglasses. I ignored the fact that his voice sounded just like Chad's, since I had already imagined that, and tried to shake it off.

Suddenly, the driver reached up and took of his sunglasses, revealing a shocking pair of ice blue eyes. I blinked several times, trying to make sure that I wasn't hallucinating. That this was real.

"Chad." I breathed, frozen. He seemed to be too frozen as well, just staring at me.

Then, just like that, the spell was broken. We both lurched sideways and fumbled with the car doors, bursting out of them at the same time and into the street. I immediately found myself in his arms, squeezing me tight. I looped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder, trying not to cry.

"Sonny," I heard Chad whisper. He stroked my hair softly while I cried into his shoulder, I couldn't contain it anymore. "I'm so, so sorry."

We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. I didn't want to pull away, and neither did he. I guess I was still in shock that he was still here. That he wasn't mad at me, like he was just a day or two ago.

Suddenly, a car honked loudly, jolting me back into reality that Chad and I were standing in the middle of a busy street. Oops.

I pulled back and quickly wiped my eyes, not wanting this moment to end. Chad –oh, my god. Can I repeat that? CHAD. CHAD. Chad came to me. In freaking LONDON. EEK! Okay, sorry, freak out moment. Back to the story- cupped my face with one hand and gently wiped my cheek, making me sniff.

"Sonny, I'm-"

Chad got cut off by another loud and obnoxious honk. He glared at the car before grabbing my hand, "Here, let's get out of the street before we get run over."

I giggled through my tears as we dashed across the street and into a Starbucks that was convinetly located right across from the airport. "Whoa," I breathed as we entered, "They have Starbucks over here?"

Chad chuckled slightly and pulled me into a booth, immediately placing an arm around my shoulder and pulling me close.

"So, just to clear up some confusion, what are you doing here?" I asked, still giddy.

Chad sighed, "About that. Sonny, I'm so, so, so, sorry that I stormed off like that the other night. I was in shock, I was angry, and I took it the wrong way. I didn't sleep at all that night, partially because I got on a flight at four in the morning so I could beat you here, and also because I realized what I had just screwed up."

Chad looked at me with an intense gaze, "I love you, Sonny, and I don't know what I'd do without you. Hence why I flew halfway across the world and stole a taxi."

I snorted, just imagining Chad attempting to steal a taxi. Chad played with my hands while I sat, trying to absorb all of this.

"Even though there's so much more I could elaborate on," I said, smiling slightly, "What's next? I mean, you fly all the way out here to say your sorry? Now what?"

Chad swallowed. "See, that's the thing. I want you to come back to Los Angeles with me. I know that seems crazy, but we need you. So Random needs you. I need you."

Now this would normally be where the Damsel (cough, me! Cough) jumps into his arms and they're whisked away on some private jet to go live happily ever after.

But this is reality. And sometimes reality freaking sucks.

"Chad," I grabbed his hands and held them tightly, "I can't just leave. All of my stuff is here, my parents are here, I have a house here. As much as I would love too. . . I can't."

Chad didn't seem shocked by my answer, "I thought you would say that. Which is why I propose that you wait a month or so to get everything all packed up again, while I'll be hunting for a much nicer apartment that's closer to my house back in LA. Then you move. Simple as that."

I smiled and leaned my head against Chad's forehead, "You do realize the craziness of that, right?"

Chad smirked softly and kissed my forehead, "Is that a yes?"

"What about my parents?" I asked quietly, wondering how they would react.

Chad shrugged, "We'll figure them out later. Come on, don't let your mind decide this, let your, oh, god this is going to be so cheesy, h-h-hea-he,"

"Heart?" I helped, smirking at his uncomfortable expression.

Chad grinned, "Decide for you."

I rolled my eyes, "Chad Dylan Cooper, the cheese-ball."

Chad groaned, "Please let that be a yes?" I smiled, knowing that we both knew my answer.

I leaned against Chad's chest and knew that no matter what I said or what I did, I would never be happy unless I was with Chad. I loved him, with everything I had. Every cell in my body, every-

Well, you get the picture.

A smile danced along my lips, and I knew that no matter how crazy everything might seem, that it would all work out in the end.

"That's a most definite yes."

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EEK! *cowers under glares* Please don't hate me for the horrible-ness of that. See, I really wanted to do this amazing huge emotional ending, but I realized that that would aquire writing talent much better than what I possess, so I couldn't do it lol.

But! If you're patient, and I mean very patient, I might do my dream ending as an alternate ending and post it up later, once I believe that I might be good enough to attempt it ;)

So anyways, I apologize for this chapter, I know it's probably a disappointment /: But, I do ask that if you don't like, then PLEASE don't give me a mean review. P.L.E.A.S.E don't. I'm begging you not too. Mean reviews are hurtful, and they really damage the very little writing self-esteem that I have. So if you don't like it, then don't review.

Okay, well I'll shut up about that haha(;

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And be looking out for a possible alternate ending!

-emily(: