Hi, everyone!

Here is the not-so-epic finale I owe you all (I realised I was being lazy and not just finishing this darn story... again). I apologise beforehand for what you are about to read... Unless of course, you enjoy it, in which case... Yay 😂😂
If you'd like to check out some of my more serious attempts at literature, please see my profile for my stories 'AIM' and 'In Between Fangs'.

Much love & Happy Reading!
Ziyanda

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The big day had arrived: graduation. And even though all I ever did in class was narrate my own life, I'd made it, I was even valedictorian. As I stepped onto the stage and prepared for my valedictorian speech, I took a moment to smile at my super proud parents in the audience - Mom was actually crying - and then at Scott and my other two female best friends whom I'd never mentioned before because they didn't serve this plot and I'd actually just met them a few minutes ago.

"Students of One Direction High," I began, and the crowd was already cheering. "It's been a rough year; there were classes, teachers and exams, and a lot of you went through that and probably still won't make it very far in life. But we can believe in ourselves. I promise you today, that I will, because I met the man of my dreams, who made my dream of being kissed before graduation possible." With tears in my eyes, I scrutinized the audience intensely, hoping to meet Lycan's gaze, but I could not find it. "Where is he?"

Everyone stood up at once, clapping in celebration; a lady in the back blew her nose loudly for emphasis before shouting: "That's so romantic!"

But none of that mattered.

I rushed off the stage and searched thoroughly through the sea of people. Lycan was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, Scott wrapped me in his arms and lifted my petite frame up with ease before spinning me.

"Great speech, Rosie!" he said happily.

"Thanks, Scott," I said as he put me down. "Have you seen Lycan?"

Scott sighed heavily, shaking his head. "Rosie, that guy isn't right for you. I don't know what you're thinking being with him."

"You're just saying that because we've basically known each other for a week," I pouted.

"And because I know you better than anyone else," he said, inching closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. Reflexively, I then grabbed his arm and flipped his ass into the ground. I remembered that we were in public when people began to gasp.

"Rose, I saw him kissing someone else!" coughed Scott as he writhed on the ground.

"Cheating?" I gasped in total disbelief. "He would never! We're in a committed relationship!"

"Well, he did, with that blonde girl," he said, pointing at said blonde girl standing in the distance.

It was always the blonde girl.

I couldn't believe it. I ran to the bathroom, where I would hide myself as I cried.

••••••

"Rosie?" I heard Scott's voice through the bathroom door.

"What are you doing here?" I sniffed. "Leave me alone!"

"Lycan is dead."

I gasped in horror, "Liar!"

I pushed out of the bathroom stall and past my supposed best friend to the exit. Without hesitation, I ran off to find Lycan in all the places we had been: the spot in front of the school where he had first spoken to me, the cafeteria, his house, the restaurant, the road where I'd crashed my car, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. No one was. It was like everyone in the world had vanished just to make me feel more alone.

It started raining again, pouring heavily as thunder and lighting cracked through the night sky.

"Lycan!" I called out into the air as my tears merged with the rain on my cheeks. "Where are you?!"

"I'm right here," he said softly, a voice behind me that I must have been imagining.

I was too scared to turn around.

"Lycan Thrope?"

"Yes, Rose Red Snow White," he said yearningly, and I sighed. "It's me."

I spun around and sure as day, he was there, standing in the rain and obviously shivering, but remaining there even though there was a sheltered bus stop next to him on the side of the road. I stood still, too, crying a little more for dramatic effect, before I rushed towards him, in slow-motion, until my lips pressed against his.

"Where were you?" I asked eventually, pulling away just a little.

"I was in a battle between vampires and werewolves," he said seriously.

I was confused and concerned by his words - I thought the two species were at peace, and if not, why wait until now to fight?

"Is that why you're shirtless?" I asked breathlessly.

"No," he replied. "I just wanted you to see what I looked like standing shirtless in the rain."

"Uhm, oh. Okay."

Lycan held me by the arms and looked deeply into my eyes. He said, "All the bad vampires are dead now, so we can be happy, together."

"Were they after us?"

"Of course they were, we're the protagonists."

"But... did you ask them?" I wondered.

Lycan paused for a while, his eyes drifting with his thoughts before returning to me. "I kind of just assumed. But they died so that we could love."

"Oh. I guess that's okay then!" I smiled.

Then, Lycan took me by the arm and we walked aimlessly down the road. There was this bridge me crossed over, and it felt almost like we were on a hill overlooking a romantic sunset. Except we were cold and wet and it was already dark.

"Lycan, where is everyone?" I asked, noticing that the streets were still so desolate.

"That doesn't matter," he said ominously. "Do you want some cookies?"

The End.