Chapter 16: Last Chance

Hello! So… here it is… The very last chapter. I want to take the time (as I do with most of my stories) to recognize some crucial supporters, no matter how many times they reviewed. It's just my thing.

First off, a very warm thank you to wally's girlfriend, who frequented me with reviews, asked questions, and gave feedback. I'm pleased that you enjoyed the story, and your reviews always brought a smile to my face. Next off, for sparklynails101, thank you. You were a very avid, strong supporter that answered some questions others had and promoted what was being written. Thank you to CartoonFreak123, for being so kind and reviewing, even though you might not have agreed with the pairing. And finally, thank you to Twinkel13, for complimenting me on my pacing and joining in on the fun.

Chapter Sixteen

A week had passed now, and they hadn't contacted each other. Bloo had slumped around in his old room that he shared with Wilt and Eduardo. He thought back to Mac, and thought about what they had said to each other, and flared up at the thought of their argument and then pushed it to the back of his head. Mac, on the other hand, was just trying to get through his day. When five days had gone by and Bloo hadn't even called, Mac had decided that he was going to put the apartment up for sale. He turned in his resignation letter at work as well, and talked to Nic the following evening about tickets and whatnot.

Bloo, surprisingly, was the one that ended up calling Mac. He asked to come over and see if they could talk things out. Sharing a room with two other people ended up sucking, as well as not having full time access to a fridge and being nagged by Mr. Herriman.

Bloo came over on Friday, and when he entered the apartment, he saw that a lot of stuff was missing from their room. He gaped when he walked in through the door.

"Mac?" he called out.

Mac exited the bedroom, saw Bloo, and blinked. "Oh. Hey."

"What do you mean, 'Oh, hey?' Where is our stuff?"

Mac bit his lip. "Yeah… I need to talk to you about that. You know how Nic was talking about the interviews in Europe?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I'm going to Europe. With Nic and Denise and Reggy and Issac and Genietta."

"Uh, when exactly were you going to tell me this?"

"Now. When you came over."

Bloo rolled his eyes. "Well way to drop that bomb on me, Mac."

"What exactly was I supposed to do? Call you up and tell you that I'm going to Europe?"

"Well, are you going with me?"

"I don't know!" Mac cried out. "Do you want to go? Are you really sorry about what you said?"

"Yes I am, since it made you so upset."

Mac looked saddened. "I don't think you are."

"Well, it was just a stupid joke, and you know how I am…" Bloo shrugged.

"I would never say that about you. Never. And you know, I realize now that I've been pretty blind."

Bloo arched a brow. Mac licked his lips, and crossed his arms as if he was hugging himself. He focused his eyes on the ground, and his tone was stern.

"I've had to give up having a relationship with my family. I've had to give up living a normal life. I've had to give up having some really good friends of mine. All because I loved you," Mac explained. "But Bloo, I don't think you'll do the same. I thought you had changed from when we were younger."

"And?"

"You're exactly the same." Mac lifted his head, and his eyes were watery. "I don't want to do this anymore, Bloo. You've never even directly told me you loved me. You always said it jokingly or you've said, 'Me too.' And I want a future with someone. I want to be with someone that's going to treat me well."

Bloo couldn't say anything. He was stunned. Mac was completely composed. Ice cold. To the point.

"You want to break up?" Bloo asked, a little hostile.

"I think this is how it's going to end. I'm going to Europe whether you want to go or not."

"Then fine. We'll break up." Bloo snapped.

Mac bit his lip, recoiling a little bit at his tone. He nodded. "Fine by me."

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "I packed all your stuff in a box. You can go and get it. It's in the bedroom."

Bloo shuffled by him, feeling the blow now. They were broken up. They weren't together anymore. He was going to go back to Foster's, and possibly be adopted by some other little kid…

Bloo picked up the large box and half carried, half dragged it over to the door. Mac held it open for him.

"I leave in a couple of days," Mac whispered. "So… If you want to see me off, you can."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Bloo answered.

Mac nodded. "Okay."

Bloo left the apartment and when he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Mac for the last time. He was hurt, heartbroken, but trying to remain strong. When Mac closed the door, Bloo felt like he had closed the door to his heart.

He walked with his box over to the elevator, and rode it down to the first floor. He had brought a quarter with him so that he could call Frankie for the ride home.

Two days later, Mac was at the airport, now jobless and homeless, bound for Europe with his friends. Denise often came up to him and consoled him, but Mac was just hollow inside. He kept glancing around behind him, trying to see if Bloo was going to show up.

But this wasn't like the movies. Bloo wasn't going to show up and take him back and promise to change, and apologize for the hurt and pain he had caused him. They were broken up, and it looked like they were going to stay that way.

Mac swallowed, turning his attention to the gate. He saw his friends walking ahead of him. Bravely, he raised his chin, and proceeded down to catch up with his friends.

Goodbye, Bloo.

THE END…

Once again, here I am! So, that ending might have been disappointing for you. Just to start off, I'd like to say I'm sorry, in case you were. But I hope that it wasn't too bad of an ending, as I was trying a different approach. Once again, thank you to everyone!