• Ya'll ready for the last one? •

I didn't think I'd ever seen an adult cry as much as Alexander's mom did when he stepped into her house. His home. She jumped into his arms and then proceeded to cry in his embrace for the next infinity.

She had been crying nonstop, simply just talking to Alex about everything, finally having the talk they should've had years ago. Alex came clean about everything, told her about his traumas after his father's abuse, told her about his addiction to drugs, how he had hidden everything from her because she was finally happy and doing well, out of his father's claws. They even got around to talk about his intelligence and how he was smarter than she thought.

I had been sitting on the sideline feeling a little awkward, but Alex said he wanted me there—needed me there. During their whole talk, his hand had been holding onto mine, braiding his fingers through mine, squeezing my palm when the subject got tough. I squeezed back and rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand, letting him know I was here for him. And always would be.

Later the twins had come home from school and seen their brother sitting on the couch in the living room. They had bolted for him as well, both of them crying, too. They hadn't seen their brother in three months, the brother that had practically raised them. I swore I even saw Alex's eyes well up when his little sisters squeezed the life out of him with their tiny arms; He was happy to be home.

Then of course, Sarah had proudly mentioned she had gotten a boyfriend who was a grade above her, and from then on the conversation steered into a complete skid. Alex harshly went big-bro on her and swore to the Lord almighty that if that little douche even as much as tried to touch his baby sister, he was going to castrate him before he even had the chance to realize what the thing between his legs could really do.

After a long talk and a little persuasive caressing on my behalf, we managed to cool Alex down again. He told everyone he needed some time alone, so we all retrieved to our corners and let him go to his room. Audrey thanked me deeply and told me I was an angel from above for bringing her son home again. She gave me a big kiss on top of my head and a tight, motherly hug, before she finally let me go home as well.

What a day.

I collapsed on my bed, yawning tiredly when I felt beat. I could only imagine how tired Alex had to feel. It had been a very emotional day for him.

I suddenly heard a rustling by my window, and not a second later, the window got pulled up and in climbed the smug devil himself.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hi," I tiredly smiled from my bed as he closed the window again and then crawled in next to me. "Climbing up the tree again I see. I thought you said you wanted to be alone?"

"Couldn't sleep without my girl in my arms." He snug under the covers and curled up to me so there wasn't an inch of space between us. He wrapped his arm around my waist and then sighed content. "Mm, much better."

My heart throbbed in my chest. "Look at us. When did we become so corny?"

"When you spread your legs for me that night you got drunk at the bar and nip-slipped."

"Oh God, don't remind me," I groaned and buried my head into my pillow. "That was the most humiliating moment of my young life."

"Well, it led to me getting a taste of you and you learning the Alexanpherbet."

I scoffed. "Right. I had almost forgotten that."

"We can't have that," He said, pressing a kiss to the spot behind my ear. "I composed an ABC song as well. Would you like to hear?"

"No, I really don't—"

"A-B-C-D-E-F-G, Al-ex-ander is tonguing me. First he licks and then he flicks; Makes my pussy all wet and slick. Now he's drinking up my sweets, cause he loves himself some peach."

My face was about the shade of vermilion, a very strong, bright red, in case you didn't know your color wheel. Alex chuckled at me and moved his hand below the sheets, seeking out the warmth between my legs, cupping me. I instantly squirmed.

"Are you turned on, Sophie-girl? Mm, yes you are," He slipped his fingers into my panties and rubbed my swollen flesh. "So wet, so wet, I'm not even fingering you yet. Hey, that rhymed."

I bit my lips and struggled not to moan as he pressed on my little button, making my core tickle and clench. "You so didn't come here to sleep, you sly dog."

"No, I didn't. I came here to finger my girl and maybe fuck her if she's up for it. I know I am." He pressed his hips against mine and revealed the hard bulge he was growing.

Oh, this boy... I swore he had a spell on me. A dirty, dirty one. I was beginning to think that if he asked me if he could have the air I breathed, I would say yes. Heck, I knew I would. "Why don't you go ahead and find out, hm?"

I could feel his lips turn upwards into a smirk against my neck, before he then slipped under the covers and pushed me onto my back. The minute his mouth came in contact with my warm flesh, I cried out.

– I loved this boy so much.

~~~

"In other news, recently discredited architect Theodore Stone was stabbed to death while incarcerated in the Edgecombe Correctional Facility early last night. Stone was exposed by an anonymous source a few weeks back and harshly accused to having been committing illegal business in his firm, which was later proven to be correct after a thorough investigation. Police then arrested Stone and brought him in for temporary custody – however, Stone was then stabbed to death by another inmate, who according to the police had relations to some of the people Stone had committed crimes against. An ambulance was called out to the penitentiary, but Stone was declared dead before arriving to the hospital. The police will however still continue to investigate just how much illegal activity Stone was involved in—"

Alex shut off the TV which left the room uncomfortably silent. I didn't really know what to say, I was quite shocked, truth be told. Getting stabbed to death... it was the kind of thing you heard on the news, but not the kind of thing that happened to anyone you knew. Granted, Alex's father had done some horrible things, but it wasn't a death I wished upon anyone. Not even a man who used to beat up the boy I loved. He should've been in prison for the rest of his days and maybe castrated with a blunt knife, but not murdered.

Someone cleared their throat. I looked over to see it was Miles, who like Jagger had come over to see Alex again and aired out the past. That's when my mother had called us and told us to turn on the news.

"That's some really fucked up shit," Miles finally spoke, breaking the silence. He sounded as shocked as I felt. "At least now... you won't ever have to worry about, uh... him ever making parol or anything."

Alex wasn't moving, he was just staring blindly at the black TV screen, deep in thoughts.

"Yeah and, you know, now your mama won't have to be scared anymore," Jagger contributed. "She can finally stop being afraid he'll show up one day and harm you guys."

Alex still didn't respond. He looked as if he was drowning in his thoughts, so I carefully moved closer and took his hand. "Alex?"

He blinked and then looked at me as if not realized he had zoned out. "Huh? Oh, right. Yeah, I suppose. I just... ah..."

I looked at Miles and Jagger and gave them a vague nod towards the door. They took the hint and both left, leaving me and Alex alone for a moment.

"Alex." I begun. I cupped his face and made him look at me when it looked like he was about to drift away again. "I know this isn't how you imagined things would go, and that's why you can't blame yourself. I know you, so I know that you are," I said when I noticed the flicker of guilt in his eyes. "Your father wasn't a good man. He had enemies everywhere and sooner or later, they would've found their way to him, one way or another. You did what you were supposed to do by turning him in."

Alex slowly nodded and closed his eyes. He let out a long sigh and then took my hands. He looked at them for a long time, twining his fingers with mine. "You're right. I just... I don't really know how to react. I hated him. I hated him so fucking much. There was a time where I wanted to kill him myself," He told, his voice lowering into a hoarse whisper. "I wanted to end him in more ways than one, Soph. And now that he's actually dead, I'm just... I don't know... I don't feel... anything. I thought I would, but I don't."

I leaned in and placed a velvet kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes, letting me. "That's okay. He might have been your biological father, but he was never your dad. Not once. You let go of him a long time ago and now you're just... free."

A sad, little smile lifted to his lips, but it didn't really reach his eyes. "You're right. I don't want to spend my time thinking about him anymore. He's gone now – forever."

I nodded and then pressed another kiss to his lips.

Someone cleared their throat. "Hey, uh... you guys want to go shoot some hoops?" Miles carefully asked, poking his head inside again.

Me and Alex looked at him and then each other. We both slowly smiled. "Yeah, let's get some air."

~~~

It was so typical Audrey to plan a party for Alex's 'homecoming'. May in Canberra wasn't too bad, the weather was still warm (thanks global warming), so she decided to make it an outdoor party on the lawn. A barbie, if you will. People were having fun, my parents were there, Miles and Jagger and their families, some of the church goers who had been praying for Alex while he was gone, and well... pretty much everyone else who Audrey knew. Her boy had come home and everyone had to know.

I had located myself a little away from all the attention, smiling at the happy crowd. Alex's sisters Kaylee and Sarah were goofing around with some soap bubbles, laughing and dancing around with their friends. It was so great to see them all happy again.

"Hey, beautiful." Warm arms circled around my waist and a pair of lips pressed themselves against my neck. "Missed me?"

I couldn't help but smile. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with your mom somewhere in the centre of attention."

"I was, but then I got a call I had to take. It was my dad's lawyer."

"What?" I gasped and turned my head up to look at him. He looked calm, but his face was a little harder than usual. "What did he have to say?"

"A lot. Legal stuff, mostly. Apparently my dad had a last will which left me a great deal of money to say the least. Actually, about fifty craploads."

I dropped my jaw. "Holy shit. Wha... I mean... what uh..."

"Yeah, thankfully my brain processed the news a little better than yours, so I managed to make an eligible, although somewhat rude reply."

"Told him what he could do with the money and where he could put it?"

"Yeah."

"Well..." I hesitated. "I guess that's okay. I mean, I can understand if you don't want anything from him. It's probably dirty money anyway."

"Yeah..."

Alex seemed a little hesitant, so I therefore just had to ask. "What is it?"

"The thing is... after the initial cursing, I actually started thinking... about accepting the money," He slowly said. "Not for me to keep, I don't want that, but... you know... why not use them to make some good instead? Build something, fund something... take his dirty money and make them good."

"Well, it's up to you," I replied, giving him a little smile. "It's your money now, I suppose. You can do whatever you want with it. Take it, don't take it, use it, don't use it. I'll support your decision in whatever you choose."

"I think..." He slowly said, leaning his chin on my shoulder. "I think I want to accept them and then... use them. For something good, of course."

"Have you thought of what that 'good' is, then? Donating them to a cause or...?"

"Maybe. Or... maybe I'd use them to open a school. In the states."

"A school?" I asked. "Why a school? And why in America?"

"I've always had a passion for learning, you know that, and I've always wanted to go to America," He said, brushing his cheek against the side of my head. "I figured, why not open a school there? Put all my knowledge to good use, teach those Americans how it's done."

"That sounds cool. So you'd be like a teacher?"

"More like the principal or something." He shrugged.

I could totally see Alex being a great teacher. An awesome one. He knew how to talk and make it interesting, and he had enough knowledge in that head of his to take on any teaching role. He could also make a fine principal. Running a school, making sure the students had everything they needed. "What kind of school are you thinking? A high school? Elementary?"

He shrugged a little again and sighed. "Haven't really figured out the details yet, but I'm thinking some sort of school or academy where smart, young adults can get the right kind of educational challenges. A school specifically for smart individuals. Geniuses, if you will."

"That actually sounds nice," I grinned. "What are you going to call it then? Academy for Sassy Smarties? ASS for short."

He chuckled silently and kissed my head. "No. I was thinking something a little more original... like... The Alexandrettia."

"You and your goddamn name," I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "Will people get taught the Alexanpherbet there, then?"

"Hmm, you never know," He smirked deviously. "But speaking of which..." His arms squeezed me and then his fingers traveled down to my pants. "I think I need to check if you still remember it."

When he pushed me backwards against his front, I felt the unmistakable hardness of his cock press against my back. "You're incorrigible."

"I know," I could tell he was smirking. "But you love me."

He began pulling us backwards, away from the festive crowd. When we ran inside his house to his room and he cupped my face in his hands and leaned down and kissed me softly, I knew there was no other guy for me out there in the world. He was crazy, mischievous, dirty, loving, totally whipped for me and currently giving me another hickey on my neck, clearly on purpose so people would know what we had been up to when we came back.

I rolled my eyes and gripped onto his hair, resisting a smirk.

This boy...

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The Fucking End
(...No pun intended)