Author's Note: I know I labeled this as complete, but I just couldn't resist an epilogue. Many of you have been requesting one, and I view it as only fair, since I did in fact leave out important details. Thanks for all of my readers and reviewers; you guys make me that much better as a writer. I agree that there were multiple plot holes and such, and reading back over it, I feel embarrassed, actually. Especially about all those damn songs in the chapters…I know that would have annoyed me, so I give y'all a big handclap for bearing with me on that one. ^^'

I know this may not wrap everything up, but I hope it clears a bit of the fog. It's gonna be a little over 1,000 words, I think. I'm thinking of doing a spin-off, too. Not really a sequel, though…but I may mull that one over as well.

-Boomer's Point of View-

He did it. He really did it. Brick was officially the most retarded dumbass that I knew.

I couldn't believe my ears when he told me he was gonna turn himself in. I was all like," Brick! What the hell? Why do that?"

And he just gave me that smug smirk and turned his back slightly to me. Glancing over his shoulder, he replied," It'll be a good time for me to think about things. Think about life. My life."

I stood up in disbelief, and I threw in a foot stomp for good measure. I didn't want him to go to jail. He wasn't meant to be there. What the fuck was he saying?

"Brick! Think about Blossom, though. Would she want you in jail? You can think about your life at home, dumbass," I retorted.

"She knows. I told her last night. She wasn't happy, but she'll be alright. You keep her happy while I'm gone. But no touching."

The way he walked away from me and towards the door so proudly, so confidently, just assured me that he was determined to do this. Blossom really did change him. This whole situation did. He came out a whole different guy. I didn't want him like that.

"It's no use, dude. You waited, like, a week to do anything. They'll probably keep you in for months," I whined, struggling to persuade him.

"But they're already looking for her murderer. I wait any later, and they would have found me anyway. I left the gun at the cliff. My fingerprints were smeared all over it."

"Hers were, too. You didn't do this alone. You even said that it fired on accident and you were trying to get it away from her."

"Cops won't believe that bullshit, Boomer. I can hack it in the slammer for long enough."

"No, you can't," I spat, following him to the door. "Just get Blossom to defend you. Get a lawyer or something, Brick. They'll believe it. You said they were searching for Berserk for a while. Changing her identity and stuff like that. Well, now she's dead. They'll probably be relieved that they didn't have to do it."

"Too much trouble, and Blossom wouldn't help much. A murder is still a murder. If they were really searching, they would have never accepted her into our school. They'd know if it was her or not. They gave up searching a while ago."

"She would. Blossom would help. Like I said, identity changes. She just fooled them real good. That thing at the cliff was an accident," I drawled, adding emphasis to the fact that this was an accident.

"They'll be wondering why we both had a gun in the first place. And, as you can see, she didn't change her name to get into our school, so your theory is pretty much shot."

"Then why didn't they get her when they had the chance?"

"Look, Boomer, I don't know okay? She's dead now, so just shut up. I'm goin', and I ain't changing my mind."

"Just tell them that—"

He rolled his eyes in exasperation and frowned, cutting me off before I could complete my sentence.

"I'm done with this conversation, Boomer. I'll be back eventually."

And then, just like that, he was gone. Out the door. And Sage was whining as loud as ever. I wonder if I drown her in the kitchen sink would Brick notice when he got back.

"Where's he goin'?" Butch asked curiously from the couch. There was a fucking reason why Brick and I left him out of important shit. The dumb bastard.

"To his boyfriend's house," I snarled as I stomped off to my room, tears stinging my eyes. I wasn't crying. They just came, and I didn't want Butch to see 'em so I damn well left.

"Brick is gay?" I heard Butch call out.

I slammed the door behind me and fell onto my bed. More like collapsed. And as soon as my face hit those sheets, I bawled like fucking Sage. The tears were just streaming down my face and I was hiccupping and choking on absolutely nothing. Snot was running down my nose and smearing my face with mucus. I was a complete mess, and I hated it. I hated how Brick had to leave. I hated how without him here, I had absolutely nothing to do with my life, and who knows how long it'll be till he gets back?

I grabbed up my navy blue iPod and shoved the ear buds into my ears, because music is all I've ever really turned to when I was upset. I had songs for every occasion, so I scrolled down and selected "On Top of the World" by Boys Like Girls and turned over on my back, twiddling my thumbs and sniffling after turning the volume up to the maximum power. I wanted to tune out my emotions. I wanted to tune out the feeling of loneliness and fear. I wanted to tune out everything, because I don't know how to fucking deal with shit without Brick here.

I kept that song on repeat for hours until Butch barged into my room like a maniac. Sitting up and taking an ear bud out of my ear, I swiped at my tears hastily and glared at him.

"What do you want?" I barked. Butch gestured towards the doorway, and Blossom was standing there, looking just as pathetic as I was. It was obvious that she had been crying, too, so I knew I wasn't alone in this.

"Don't, like, make out or anything, okay?" Butch said awkwardly before hustling out of the door towards his video game system.

I glared at Blossom for a moment before shoving the bud back into my ear and turning away from her. I didn't need her here. She couldn't do anything about it, either, and she better not try to kiss me or something like that, 'cause I swear I'll punch her in the face.

She walked towards my bed and took an ear bud out of my ear. I sneered up at her, and she just laid down beside me as more tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. I paused the song and stared at her curiously. What was she—?

"What's gotten into him?" she mumbled. I didn't know if she was talking to me or not, but her voice was quivering and she just sounded so broken and hurt. I rolled over on my back and gazed up at the ceiling in silence. My heart is completely wrenching for her because Brick hurt us both without trying, and I just wanted to cry with somebody that was feeling the same way as I was. I wanted to keep her here and cry with her and push everyone and everything away and guard myself at the same time, and I was making this so impossibly hard for myself that nothing felt right anymore.

"Boomer?"

I looked up at her, my eyes wet and glistening with fresh tears.

"Can you play that song on the speakers?" she asked, burying her face in one of my pillows. I nodded and swallowed before trudging over to my dresser. I plugged my iPod in and flopped back onto the bed as the music introduction started up.

This time, I listened to the lyrics; really listened to them, listened to their words, decoded their meaning. Blossom was crying the whole time. I was just reclined back against my bed comforter, my arms folded behind my head in deep contemplation. I wasn't crying anymore. I knew Brick would keep his promise. For now, I just listened. I let the occasional tears fall where they may, but at least I wasn't bawling anymore. I could be like Brick and turn this into something good for the both of us. I would still miss him to fucking pieces, though; I knew that. But at least I wasn't too broken to really think about this. I was okay for now. I am okay.

After the song went off, I turned to Blossom. She had finally succumbed to slumber, a restless and disturbed one no less, but she wasn't crying anymore, so maybe she came to the same realization that I had not too long ago. Maybe she knew that she could survive without him. She's done it before. It just hurts for her to think about it.

I smiled despite of my shattered and lifeless soul and silently crept off of the bed, flicking off the lights on my way out the door.

I could sleep on the couch tonight. Just like I could sleep without my brother tonight.

Author's Note: Too vague? Too awkward? Too emotional? Let me know! And thanks for everything! You've made me a lot better than when I first started out writing. Okay this is the final goodbye to this fic! … Yeah! XD