«Madeline's POV»

I watched as Meghan pressed her lips to Flynn's and as he pushed her away with a look of disgust. That's my boy.

Flynn's wide eyes met mine. "Madeline, I-"

"Did you see that?" Meghan interrupted and turned to me with a smirk. "I'm so sorry that he came on to me. I tried to push him away, but..."

"Bitch, please, Fawn has shown me enough books on Wattpad. I know that you kissed him and he pushed you away. Stop trying to twist the truth. Go find someone else's life to ruin."

"Well-"

"I thought of you today," I cut in. "It reminded me to take out the garbage."

"Are you-"

"You know, you make me wish I had more middle fingers." I snapped.

"I-"

"Hey, remember when I asked for your opinion? Yeah, me neither." I said immediately as Flynn watched in amusement.

Meghan stomped off in a huff.

"Wow, you're as salty as the pacific ocean." Flynn remarked with a smirk.

"I try." I responded.

"Hey, Madeline?" He leaned down and caught my gaze.

"Um, yeah?" I asked nervously.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

-

"And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style."

Flynn and I screeched along to 'Style' by Taylor Swift. "This should be our theme song." He remarked.

"Whatever you say, Flynn." I grinned and we got out at the local ice cream shop. "You know, just wondering, why are we getting ice cream in the middle of winter?"

"YOLO, Madeline, YOLO." He smiled. "What flavor do you want?"

"All of them, Flynn. I'm YOLOing it."

"What you're doing is setting yourself up for a major brain freeze." He teased me. "But your wish is my command."

He stepped up to the counter. "What flavors can I get you?" The lady with a bright pink shirt asked.

"All of them." He smiled. "Like, tiny scoops, I guess? I don't know how you would do that, but my lady over there wants all of 'em."

"I'll get right on it." The lady beamed at him. "Ah, young love. I remember back when I was in high school... anyways, I'll get your ice cream now."

"Aren't you going to get anything?" I asked Flynn.

"Nah, I think I'll just share with you." He grinned cheekily.

"Yeah, whatever Chaste." I leaned against him.

"You know what I think?"

"Wait, you actually use your brain?"

"Only to think about how-"

"Beautiful I am?"

"Is that a joke?" He snickered. "Because I think that's the funniest thing I've ever heard you say."

"Aren't you supposed to be nicer to me, since we just professed our undying love?" I asked.

"Fine. Are you a beaver?"

"Because daaaam?" I finished the pickup line out of habit.

"No, your front teeth are just sticking out. Like, a lot. Did you ever have braces?" He bent over in laughter.

"That was NOT funny." I hit him across his chest. His very muscular chest, may I add.

"Admit it," He poked my cheek. "I'm the funniest person you know." I'd bet that if he had long hair, he would've added in a hair flip.

"Prove it." I crossed my arms.

"I hope you know CPR-"

"Because I take your breath away."

"Yeah, I'm just so amazed that someone could be this ugly." He flicked my nose.

"How original." I smiled sweetly. "Not."

"I'll show you original." He wiggled his eyebrows and started to advance closer. I just looked at him in confusion.

"Your ice cream is ready!" The lady told us from behind the counter. "Sorry if I ruined the moment."

"You're good." Flynn told her and forked over ten dollars. "Thanks for the ice cream. Keep the change."

"Wow, you're cool." I nudged him.

"I'm as cool as ice cream. Pun intended."

I sat down in a booth and he slid across from me. "So..." I trailed off, waiting for him to say something. He almost always started the good conversations.

"Do you hear that sound?" He asked.

"What?" I looked around, bewildered as to what sound he meant. The only thing that I could hear was the lady behind the counter occasionally making a noise while she cleaned up. Otherwise, the place was deserted. I mean, it was the middle of winter.

"The sound." He said again, to my confusion.

"What do you think it is?" I asked him, trying to gain some kind of ground as to what he was talking about.

"Maybe it's destiny, telling us to get together." He grinned up at me.

"Is this what I think it is?" I said, realization finally dawning on me.

"What DO you think it is?"

"Is THE Flynn Chaste asking me, the low and humble Madeline Schultz, out?" I asked, feigning a look of surprise.

"Well, I guess that you thought right."

A/N: GUYS OMG OMG ITS THE LAST CHAPTER AND IM CRYING WHY

thank you so, so much for coming along on this crazy journey with me. i never thought that i would even get this far tbh

and this is dedicated to @gfeldhune for her honest opinion that helped me figure out a few things. thanks!

BUT BUT BUT THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE AND POSSIBLY A BONUS AND DEFINITELY FUN FACTS AND Q&A SO STAY TUNED ITS NOT OVER YET I SWEAR OMG

and sorry the last chapter is so short i wanted to keep it short and sweet, you know what im sayin?

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AND IS THE GIF TO THE SIDE NOT THE CUTEST THING? I LOVE IT