"Just a little more, Holly. Come on."

             "I'm trying! It hurts!"

             "Suck it in!"

             "I am!"

             "Well suck in more!"

             Doing as Casey commanded, I took in more oxygen, sucking in my gut in as much as I could. Casey yanked on my zipper, trying to force it to the top. She let out a small, strained groan, pushing down on my shoulder. Finally I heard the sound of it zipping up.

             "It worked!" Casey cried excitedly. "It fits!"

             I let go of my breath and made a face. It was going to be difficult to breathe in this dress. "I should have just got a new dress..."

             "Well you didn't have time, so tough. Besides, this shade of lavender is so your color."

             Pursing my lips, I turned to give her a disapproving look. "I can barley breathe."

             "Come on," Casey ordered, tugging on my elbow. "We were supposed to meet Mr. Heywood and Jeremy in the lobby fifteen minutes ago."

             "Hold on," I demanded, pulling my arm out of Casey's grasp. "Let me just check my makeup—"

             "You look fine," Casey responded, quickly snatching up my arm again. "Now let's go."

             Warily, I allowed Casey to pull me out of our hotel room. Being the nice friend I was, I had allowed Casey to do my makeup for the wedding. Casey being Casey had decided not to let me see it before we left— for all I knew I could have clown makeup all over my face. To make things worse, I didn't even know how I looked in this dress. It was obviously too small. Casey let me borrow hers, but hers was from a few years ago, so it didn't fit so well.

             "Come on, we're late," Casey urged, yanking me down the hallway.

             I staggered unevenly through the hallway after her, trying to keep my balance on my high heels. "Slow down, Casey!"

             Casey threw an impatient glance at me. "Do you really want to be late for the wedding?"

             "We're not going to be late."

             "What if Jeremy gets lost on the way?"

             "He won't get..." I trailed off, furrowing my eyebrows. Knowing Jeremy, he probably would actually get lost. "Maybe we should hurry."

             When we arrived in the lobby, Mr. Heywood and Jeremy were nowhere to be seen. It was completely empty aside from the receptionist, who was sitting at her desk half-asleep. Casey turned to me, the corners of her lips turning down.

             "They wouldn't leave without us, right?"

             I shook my head. "Jeremy might, but Mr. Heywood wouldn't let him..."

             Suddenly Jeremy appeared from behind one of the pillars by the exit. He was readjusting his tie, looking down at it with an annoyed look. Moments later Mr. Heywood stepped out from the pillar too, also pulling at his tie.

             My breath caught in my throat for a moment. Mr. Heywood couldn't look bad in a suit even if he tried. His hair was damp, making it look darker and more messy than usual. Casey gave me a gentle push from behind and I stumbled forwards a few steps before walking on my own.

             "What were you two doing behind there?" Casey inquired when we were close enough for them to hear us.

             Immediately both their heads snapped our way. Mr. Heywood inhaled sharply as his eyes landed on me. I blushed, quickly adverting my gaze.

             "Wow, Holly," I heard Jeremy start. "You look—"

             "Absolutely perfect," Mr. Heywood finished, cutting in. "That color suits you well."

             I looked back up now, smiling slightly. "You don't look half-bad yourself."

             He grinned. "I know."

             "Well who is this strapping young lady?" Jeremy said, turning to Casey with a wide grin.

             Casey raised an eyebrow. "You clean up good."

             Jeremy shrugged. "I try."

             "But what were you two doing behind that pillar?" she questioned again, slowly smirking. "Something you shouldn't be? All alone? You guys were fixing your ties..."

             Mr. Heywood rolled his eyes. "We're not gay, Casey."

             "Well it is Thursday. And you're wearing purple."

             Jeremy looked surprised. "What? It's Thursday? Shit! I was supposed to work—"

             Mr. Heywood slammed his elbow into Jeremy's side. "It's Sunday, stupid."

             "Oh."

             I laughed. "Okay, so are we ready to go?"

             "As soon as you put on your coat," Mr. Heywood responded, giving me a disapproving look. "It's the middle of winter, Holly."

             I grimaced. "But Casey..."

             He sighed, taking his jacket off his arm and handing it to me. "Since we're already late, just wear this."

             "But—"

             "Wear it, Holly."

             I slowly took it reluctantly. "What are you going to wear? You know, Casey doesn't have a jacket either."

             "I've got her covered," Jeremy responded, and I turned to see Casey pulling on what I assumed to be his jacket. "Us manly men can handle the cold."

             "But—"

             "Come on, Holly," Mr. Heywood interjected, holding out his jacket for me to slip into. "Just wear it."

             After another moment of hesitation I finally sighed, putting my arms into the sleeves of the jacket. Mr. Heywood pulled it tightly around me and started buttoning it up for me. I blushed, swatting his hands away.

             "I can do that myself."

             "But I can do it quicker," he responded with a smirk. "But if you insist. Come on, you can button while we walk." With that, he grabbed my hand and began dragging me towards the exit with no regards to the fact that I couldn't button my coat if he had one of my hands.

             The trip to Lake Champlain, where the wedding was being held, didn't take very long at all. Jeremy had thought ahead and booked us a hotel only about twenty minutes away— and he had mapped out the drive beforehand so he knew where he was going. Mr. Heywood seemed just as impressed as I was. Jeremy had a smug expression on the entire time, and when we drove into the parking lot of the lakeside cabin, he looked extremely pleased with himself.

             Swarms of people were entering the cabin, the women all dressed in lavender gowns, the men dressed in black tuxes. Mr. Heywood quickly grabbed my hand again so we wouldn't be separated. I looked over to my shoulder to grab Casey's hand, but I realized she had disappeared in the crowd behind us. Jeremy had too.

             "Mr. Heywood, Jeremy and Casey—"

             "Holly, I'm going to ask you to try your very best to call me Chris today, okay?" Mr. Heywood interjected, giving me a serious look. "Please."

             I blinked, a bit taken aback by his serious tone. "Um, sure, Chris... But Jeremy and Casey are still gone."

             He surveyed the area around us, frowning slightly. "They'll find us when we sit down. Come on."

             We started moving again, going into the main room of the cabin where pews after pews were lined up. A narrow strip of purple carpet separated the pews into the bride's side and the groom's side. Most people were seated already, aside from the ones still filling in. Mr. Heywood led me to one of the pews closest to the front, pulling me to our seats.

             "I didn't expect Holly to have so many friends," Mr. Heywood muttered, dropping into one of the seats.

             I quickly sat down next to him, adjusting my dress. "Well there's family too..."

             Mr. Heywood frowned, gazing towards the front of the room where the alter was set up. For a second I thought I saw regret and his eyes and a nervous feeling spread through me. When Mr. Heywood finally looked away he turned to me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

             "What's wrong?"

             "Are you sure you want to be here?"

             He raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I be?"

             Color rose to my cheeks as I realized how stupid my thoughts were. "I... Um, never mind actually..."

             Mr. Heywood chuckled. "Were you thinking I would be uncomfortable watching the girl I used to love marry someone else?"

             "Not exactly..."

             "You can't lie to me, Holly."

             I sighed. "I know. Sorry."

             Mr. Heywood offered me a small smile. "Don't apologize. I'm over her, Holly. I'm happy that she's found someone to love who won't cause her any problems. And besides, I have someone I love much more now."

             "Jeremy?"

             Mr. Heywood lightly slapped me on the forehead. "You, stupid."

             I pulled his hand off my forehead, but didn't let it go. He entwined his fingers with mine, setting our hands down on his lap. I gave his hand a hard squeeze.

             "One day our friends will be the ones sitting here," Mr. Heywood stated, sending me a grin. "And you'll literally be a blushing bride."

             To no one's surprise, a warm blush spread across my face at his words. "I—I won't blush."

             Mr. Heywood laughed. "Whatever you say, Holly."

             "Casey! They're over here!"

             My head snapped towards the sound of Jeremy's voice that had abruptly appeared next to me. He sent me a quick grin, sliding down the pew that was suddenly full of people. Casey came down the aisle next, apologizing as she passed each person. Jeremy sat next to me, forcing Casey to sit on his other side, and next to a man who rather resembled a bear.

             "You ready for this, Chris?" Jeremy asked, leaning around me.

             Mr. Heywood rolled his eyes. "There's nothing to be ready for. I've attended a wedding before."

             "But this is Holly."

             "And this is my Holly," Mr. Heywood responded, holding up our entwined hands.

             Jeremy chuckled, nodding his head. "Touché."

             "You guys are so cute together!" Casey gushed, leaning over Jeremy so she could see us better.

             "Don't... call me cute like I'm a child," Mr. Heywood responded, making a face. "I'm four years older than you."

             Casey frowned. "Fine. Old man."

             I laughed as Mr. Heywood scowled at her. A sudden silence seeped through pew after pew, causing the room to fall noiseless. Guests were turning in their seats, looking all around them. My gaze met a pair of sharp looking eyes from a young man in the row in front of us. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and I quickly adverted my gaze, turning to Mr. Heywood.

             "Making eye contact with strangers is so awkward," I muttered quietly to him.

             He chuckled. "You're cute, Holly."

             My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in and planted a quick kiss on my forehead. Involuntarily my eyes returned to the spot where the young man I had made eye contact with sat. He was smirking at us. He nudged the person sitting next to him, and she turned around, a pair of equally sharp eyes landing on me. They widened slightly in surprise. She then nudged her neighbor, who also turned to look at me. This time it was an older woman.

             "Holly?" the woman questioned, sounding surprised.

             Taken aback, I stared at her with wide eyes. How did she know my name? I didn't know anyone here besides Mr. Heywood, Casey, and Jeremy.

             "You've got the wrong person," Mr. Heywood finally responded for me. "This is my girlfriend."

             Girlfriend. It was silly, but when Mr. Heywood called me his girlfriend, a thrill of excitement ran through me. It was like knowing a secret that no one else knew.

             The old woman furrowed her eyebrows. "Oh, I'm sorry... She looks so much like the bride though..."

             I gave her a small smile. "So I've heard."

             After another smile from the old woman, she turned to face the front again. The other boy and girl followed her example, facing forwards. Mr. Heywood chuckled quietly, giving my hand another squeeze.

             "Watch out, Holly. You might be congratulated at the reception."

             I grimaced. I hoped that wouldn't happen... I still hate being reminded about how much I looked like Holly. It was weird. But, I was excited for the reception. Weddings always had the best food.

                                                                 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

             "Congratulations!"

             I turned my head, coming face-to-face with yet another stranger. "Um, you have the wrong person..."

             Mr. Heywood snickered from beside me as the embarrassed greeter apologized and walked away. I shook my head, taking a sip of my sparking cider. I wasn't allowed to drink the wine— Mr. Heywood's orders.

             "I told you," he taunted.

             I waved him off with my hand. "I don't get why people are confusing us. We're wearing two totally different dresses..." I trailed off, remembering when Holly first entered the room. It was the only time in my life I could remember when a girl took my breath away. "She looks ten times better than me."

             Mr. Heywood snorted. "No way."

             I smiled at him. "You're biased."

             "Maybe."

             "Where's Jeremy?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

             Mr. Heywood hooked his thumb towards the dance floor. "Making a fool of himself with Casey."

             A laugh escaped my lips when my eyes landed on Casey and Jeremy, who were indeed dancing like maniacs. They were sort of doing the tango... and flamenco at the same time, with a touch of salsa. Those dancing around them were shooting them wary looks every so often.

             "Holly!"

             Sighing quietly, I turned around to fend another exited guest away. When my eyes landed on my doppelganger, I gasped. She seemed to be surprised too, because she stopped short, her eyes widening.

             "I forgot how much we look alike," she breathed, smiling again. "It's weird."

             "Yeah," I responded, feeling shy.

             Her eyes dropped to my hand, which was holding Mr. Heywood's. She turned her attention to his face, a grin spreading across it. "Chris, I see you finally made your move."

             Mr. Heywood shot her an embarrassed look. "Shut up."

             She laughed. "Follow me, I want to introduce you to my husband."

             I sent Mr. Heywood a concerned look but he shook his head, taking the lead, and pulling me after Holly. The three of us weaved through crowds of guests, who all called out congratulations to Holly, and gawked when they realized there was two of her. Finally we made it to a quiet spot around the food stand, where the groom and a young child were waiting.

             The groom, a curly haired brunette, stared at me in disbelief as we grew closer. "Holly, you didn't tell me you had a twin."

             Holly chuckled, taking her husband's hand. "Andy, this is Holly. She's Chris's girlfriend. Holly, this is Andy, my husband."

             Andy slowly held out his hand, still taking me in. I quickly placed my free one in his, and he grasped it firmly, shaking it twice before letting it go. "Nice to meet you," he stated after a moment.

             "You too," I murmured, feeling shy again.

             "This is Paul, my step-son," Holly continued, pushing a young in front of her.

             I bit my tongue so an "awe" couldn't escape my lips. The little boy in front of me had to be one of the cutest toddlers I had ever seen. He had curly hair like his father, and the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. "How old is he?" I asked curiously.

             "Two," Andy responded, putting a hand on his son's head. "His birthday just passed."

             Paul stared at me, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "Hi!"

             "Hello," I responded, catching his smile. "I'm Holly."

             Paul quickly hid behind his father's legs, dropping his gaze. Andy laughed, giving me a sheepish look. "He's not good around new people."

             "That's okay," I responded, still enthusiastic about how cute his on was. "He's adorable."

             Holly flashed me a smile. "Do you like children, Holly?"

             I nodded. "Most of them."

             She smirked, sending Mr. Heywood a suggestive look. Immediately I flushed, understanding what she meant. Mr. Heywood rolled his eyes at her, shaking his head. Andy looked confused, obviously missing the whole exchange.

             "Holly, do you want to dance?" Mr. Heywood suddenly asked, tugging me towards the dance floor. "Let's go."

             "Um, but—"

             "You too have fun," Holly interjected, looking smug. "I have to go talk to more of our guests."

             Andy groaned. "But we've already talked to like a thousand people—"

             "You're exaggerating," Holly cut him off, rolling her eyes. "Bye Holly, by Chris."

             I bid the trio adieu, and Mr. Heywood pulled me towards the dance floor, where Casey and Jeremy were still having a blast. Just as we stepped on the wooden flooring the song changed into a slow, calm one. Mr. Heywood gave me a small smirk, taking my other hand in his.

             "Perfect timing, right?"

             I blushed as Mr. Heywood wrapped my arms around his neck and dropped his to my waist. "I feel like you knew the song was going to change."

             Mr. Heywood rolled his eyes. "I'm not psychic."

             "I wouldn't be surprised." My gaze turned back to Jeremy and Casey, who were now surprisingly dancing just as Mr. Heywood and I were. "Hey, Chris, look."

             Mr. Heywood froze for a moment. I cocked my head questioningly. He shook his head, staring to move to the music again. "Even though I told you to call me Chris, it still threw me off guard."

             "That's good... I think."

             He laughed quietly. "I don't know if it is or not."

             "Anyway, look at Casey and Jeremy. Don't they look cute together?"

             Mr. Heywood glanced at said pair and made a face. "Don't even think about that, Holly."

             I pouted. "Why not?"

             "Jeremy having a girlfriend? That's impossible."

             "You never know..."

             Mr. Heywood shrugged. "True, but come on. It's Jeremy."

             "You just don't want him to have a girlfriend because—"

             "Holly if you make another gay joke I will not talk to you for the rest of the night," he cut me off, giving me an exasperated look. "I love you, Holly. I'm not gay. Unless you're secretly a man."

             I chuckled, trying not to laugh too hard. "No, I'm not. I was kidding, Mr..." I made a face. "Er, Chris."

             "I know, but still..."

             Without any warning, I moved to my tiptoes, reaching just high enough to quickly kiss Mr. Heywood. Once again he was nonplussed. He stood still for a moment, looking flustered. I smirked at him. He gave me a cautious look.

             "That's not fair, Holly."

             "You kiss me without warning all the time," I pointed out.

             Mr. Heywood pursed his lips. "It's different."

             "No it's not!"

             "Okay," he said with a shrug. "But if I attack you because you do something like that, it's not my fault." As he said the last words, an amused smile appeared on his face.

             "Attack?"

             He wagged his eyebrows seductively. "You know what I mean."

             Warmth spread across my cheeks and I had to look away from him. "You're a pervert."

             "I love you."

             "I know."

             Mr. Heywood suddenly pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arm all the way around me, and squeezing me against his chest. "What?"

             "I love you too," I corrected myself, mumbling into his shoulder.

             He let me go, smiling in a satisfied way. "That's much better, Holly. Much better."

             "Mind if I cut in?"

             In the blink of an eye I was swept away from Mr. Heywood, suddenly in the arms of Jeremy. Mr. Heywood sent Jeremy and annoyed look, but dropped it when Casey was suddenly shoved into his arms.

             "Partner switch," Jeremy sang, pulling me close to him.

             "We didn't even have one dance," I protested but still wrapped my arms around Jeremy's neck.

             Jeremy shrugged. "There will be plenty more."

             "You could have waited."

             "I'm impatient."

             I rolled my eyes at him. "Obviously."

             "What did you think of the wedding?" Jeremy inquired, slowly swaying side-to-side with the beat.

             "This is a really nice place for one," I responded, smiling. "Holly looked really good in her dress."

             "Do you want to get married?"

             "Some day."

             Jeremy grinned, suddenly letting me go. I paused, staring at him curiously. He suddenly dropped onto one knee, taking my hand in his. "Holly, would you marry me?"

             There were a few gasps from around us, and I looked around to see the guests closer to us were all staring with wide eyes. A few of the women broke out into huge smiles, nudging their partners in the side. A blush spread across my face as I glared down at Jeremy, who was also staring around in surprise. When his gaze returned to my face, he gave me a sheepish grin.

             "Say yes!" one of the young women to my right urged.

             "Yeah, do it!"

             "You'd have to be a bitch to turn him down here."

             I smiled wryly, trying my best not to glare at Jeremy. My gaze shifted, landing on Mr. Heywood, who looked extremely irked. Casey on the other hand, looked absolutely amused. She was trying her best not to laugh.

             "Why is she hesitating?" the same woman that had made the bitch comment whispered loudly.

             Now annoyed, I sent Jeremy a hard look. "Yes, I'll marry you." There was no way I was going to be the bad guy here.

             Applause broke out as Jeremy slowly returned to his feet, scratching the back of his head uncomfortably. A few people came up to him and congratulated him, slapping him on the back. Some of the women sent me wide grins, but didn't come over to me. I didn't blame them. They didn't know me.

             Mr. Heywood suddenly appeared, going straight to Jeremy. He stopped about a foot away, putting on a broad smile. "Hey, congratulations man!"

             Jeremy sent Mr. Heywood a heedful look. "Um, thanks dude..."

             "You really deserve a slap on the back."

             "No that's quiet alright, Chri— Ugh," Jeremy groaned as Mr. Heywood seemingly used all his force to slap Jeremy on the back.

             "I hope you live a long and happy life with my girlfriend."

             Casey burst out laughing, suddenly appearing by my side. I started, turning my head to her quickly. She gave me an amused smile, gesturing to Jeremy, who was still making a face in pain. Mr. Heywood came over to Casey and me, crossing his arms. After a few more moments Jeremy came over to, putting a hand to his back.

             "Holly, I think I'll have to call this wedding off..."

             "That's too bad," I responded, frowning. "I was really looking forward to it."

             He grinned. "Maybe after you and Chris marry and divorce."

"We're not going to divorce," Mr. Heywood interjected, giving Jeremy an annoyed look.

             Casey gave me a secret smile, obviously catching what I did. Mr. Heywood didn't say we weren't going to get married. Jeremy pursed his lips at Mr. Heywood.

             "You ruin all my fun."

             "You're annoying."

             Jeremy turned to Casey, a grin slipping onto his face. He was one resilient person. "Casey, will you marry me?"

             Casey cocked an eyebrow. "I don't know. I'm not sure how I feel about men who by women's lingerie in Victoria's Secret for themselves..."

             "I didn't!"

             "I saw you."

             "No you didn't!"

             Casey narrowed her eyes. "Are you calling me a liar?"

             Jeremy's face faltered. "No, but—"

             "But what?"

             Suddenly I felt someone tug on my elbow, and I turned my head to see Mr. Heywood nodding his head towards the other side of the room. While Jeremy and Casey were distracted, we quietly snuck away from them. I laughed quietly; a bit surprised we had gotten away so easily. Mr. Heywood slipped his hand into mine, pulling me past the rest of the dancers, towards the exit.

             "Where are we going?" I questioned as Mr. Heywood continued to drag me through the entrance hall.

             "To be alone for a moment."

             I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Mr. Heywood suddenly made a right, pulling me to a side hallway. "Are we allowed to be down here?"

             Mr. Heywood shrugged. "Maybe."

             The corners of my lips twitched into a small smile. "I don't want to get in trouble."

             He suddenly stopped, causing me to run into him. He steadied me, an amused smile crossing his face. "Then I'll make this quick."

             "Make what quick?"

             He shoved his hand into his pant pocket, suddenly looking a little embarrassed. "Well, you were in the hospital on Christmas so I never got a chance to give you your Christmas present..."

             My heart skipped a beat in surprise. "You got me a present?"

             "It's kind of both a birthday and Christmas present, since I didn't get you one of those..."

             "I don't need anything—"

             Mr. Heywood shook his head, suddenly thrusting a small package in to my hand. "Take it, Holly."

             I looked at the poorly wrapped package in my hand and smiled. "You're not good at wrapping things, are you?"

             Mr. Heywood narrowed his eyes. "Just open it."

             "Okay," I responded, sliding a finger underneath one of the flaps so I could open it easily. My mouth went dry when I realized it was a small, velvet box. That could only mean one out of three things. I looked up at Mr. Heywood, not sure if I wanted to open it.

             He gave me an impatient look. "Just so you know, I'm not taking it back."

             My heart pounded in my chest as I slowly pulled the top of the black box up, opening it to reveal a necklace. The pendant was a piece of beautiful, sparking blue gem shaped in a heart. Above the heart necklace was a small diamond, attached to the back that was holding the gem in. The chain was made out of white gold.

             "The gem is Topaz, your birthstone," Mr. Heywood informed me, ducking his head. "It matched your eyes so I thought why not?"

             "This looks... really expensive," I commented, barely able to form the words because my mouth was so dry. "It's so pretty..."

             "I take it you like it?"

             I looked up at Mr. Heywood, giving him a crazy look. "Of course I like it! I love it!"

             He let out a sigh of relief. "Good. I wasn't sure if you'd like it or not. Although I do believe your favorite color is blue."

             Grasping the necklace tightly in my hand, I threw myself at Mr. Heywood, wrapping my arms around him tightly. "Thank you, Chris."

             He chuckled, slowly rubbing my back. "You're welcome, Holly. Want me to help you put it on?"

             I nodded, pulling away from him, and dropping the necklace into his outstretched palm. He gestured for to turn around, so I did, and I soon felt him pushing my hair to one side of my neck. Then he put his arms around me, lying the pendant face up on my chest, and pulled it tighter so he could clasp it. When he was finished he let the chain drop and the necklace lay against my chest high enough up so everyone could see. I smiled down at it, picking it up.

             "Thank you again," I said, turning around to face him.

             He smiled, slipping his arms around my waist. "Anytime."

             "Should we go back to the wedding?"

             "Hmm... I vote no."

             I cocked my head to the side. "Why not?"

             Mr. Heywood smirked. "I'd rather spend it out here with you. Alone."

             "Oh," I responded lamely, feeling my face heat up. "Um, I guess that'd be okay. But Casey—"

             "Has Jeremy to play with," Mr. Heywood finished for me, bringing his head closer to me. "Right?"

             "Right," I mumbled. The proximity between us had my heart racing and I tried to calm it, hoping he wouldn't hear it.

             "Right," he responded simply, pushing me back a few steps so that I was against the wall. "Now we can stay out here and..." he trailed off, bringing his face closer to mine.

             Immediately I closed my eyes, preparing myself.

             "Admire your necklace."

             My eyes shot open when I felt my pendant being picked up. Mr. Heywood gazed at it, a smirk playing across his lips. I stared at him, a little disappointed. When his eyes met mine, he cocked his head to the side.

             "You look a little let down."

             I blushed. "I— I do not!"

             "What were you expecting me to do?"

             "Nothing!"

             "Kiss you, perhaps?"

             "No!"

             "Like this?" he asked, quickly leaning forward and kissing me.

             I blushed as he pulled away. "No..."

             He chuckled. "I have a feeling you no what I'm going to say."

             "Holly, you can't lie to me."

             Mr. Heywood nodded approvingly. "You're getting the hang of it."

             Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the front of Mr. Heywood's tux. "Why don't you shut up and kiss me."

             He raised an eyebrow. "It seems our roles have been reversed."

             "Seems so."

             "I guess I'll let it slide for tonight," he responded with a mockingly reluctant look. "Do as you wish, Ms. Evers."

             I smiled. "I plan to."

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THE SEQUEL IS NOW UP. A Surreptitious Relationship. Go look.

Yay! The epilogue is finally up! Sorry it took so long. I've been at friend's houses and I can't write unless I'm alone. But since this is the epilogue... Guess what's next? THE SEQUEL! I put that in caps because people still don't read author's notes and message me asking if there's a sequel -_____- But yeah. I hope you enjoyed the epilogue I liked it a lot (: Remember Paul. For a long time.

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