(A/N Sorry for not updating!!! I feel really guilty, I hope you can forgive me. Um, here's some snow-cones!)

"Don't forget me!" Elle waved as she walked away with her fiancé through the puddles of water and green grass.

"I'll miss you!" I yelled, waving back at her.

Elle then turned around, wrapping both her arms around her fiancé, and continuing to walk away. The camera then began to follow her, and my part of the scene was over. I splashed through the puddles of water that flooded the street, heading towards my house.

That was the last episode.

My job here is done.

Now I had to pack up my stuff, and head home as if nothing ever happened. John would be living with his parents until he gets another job, as he dropped out of collage, because his acting career took off. Now that the show was over, John would probably get hired for something else, and we would never see each other again. Except over Skype.

I stepped up into my house, opening and closing the door behind me as I walked in. I was wearing a big dark green hoodie, some ripped jeans and some sneakers. My shoes where soaking wet, so I took them off by the door and ran up the stairs.

I reached my room quickly, where my small bed sat next to the window. I would miss this place. I would miss this show. Maybe, if this show gets enough views on the show, there would be a second season. I could spend more time with John! That would be a miracle.

The little items I owned where stuffed in a small drawer in my room. Just the money I had earned from my job, and a set of clothing. Everything else that I own are at my real house, the one I had been paying taxes on for a year even though I had been living at this place.

I stuffed my stuff in a large brown satchel that I may or may not have stolen from the changing rooms. I then put it over my shoulder, and sat on my bed, taking out my phone. In an hour my Uber would come, so I only had a little while to hang out here.

I heard tapping on a window and couldn't help but smile, turning my face towards my window too see John sitting on the tree branch. 

I turned around and opened it up, as I was moving my hands away from the window so that John could hop in easier, he crashed into me, diving through the window. I fell over backwards and onto the carpet, laughing in surprise.

I felt his weight lift off of me and I opened my eyes, still giggling, to see him on top of me. We stared at each other for a bit, before I lifted my hand up and touched his cheek. John smirked mischievously and moved his lips closer to mine. Right before we made contact I licked his nose.

"EEEEEEEEWWWW!" John jumped off of me while I started laughing. "Nasty!"

I kept laughing on the floor while John wiped his nose over and over again with the blanket that was spread across my bed.

"That's no way to treat your future husband," John complained.

"I might not marry you. Who knows? I could ditch you for a baboon and go to live off in the Rainforest," I laughed. "I bet the baboon would be much more handsome then you."

John looked at me with this face: >:O.

I started laughing loudly and couldn't seem to make myself stop. When I finally did settle down, I managed to get up onto the bed with John. We sat next to each other and began to let the fact that we won't be seeing each other sink in.

"I'll miss you," John sighed.

"I'll miss you more," I challenged him.

"I'll miss you EVEN MORE!" John declared.

"I'll miss you x100!" I argued.

"I'll miss you x1000!" John protested.

"I'll miss you +10 of whatever you say!" I said.

"That's cheating," John complained, a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Not in my rules," I giggled.

"I'll miss your giggle," John said seriously, wrapping his arms around me.

I didn't say anything, just let him hug me. Maybe, if we just never jumped into out Ubers, we could live here forever. I could sell my house, we could live in this house and I could use my money to buy food. We wouldn't have to go to work, because we wouldn't have to pay for this house. If only life where that simple.

"I have something to tell you," John said, breaking apart from me.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?" I screeched.

"No no no no," John said. "Maybe one day."

I blushed and then we both laughed it off, just avoiding the part about how you get someone pregnant. 

"So, anyway, I have some news," John continued.

"Mhmmmm," I said in a singsong voice.

"IwasabletoconvincemydadthatIcanlivewithyouandIcanbuyusacatchild," John blurted out.

"YESSSSS!" I screamed, violently hugging him. "I told you that you could convince him!"

John laughed and hugged me back. I GET TO LIVE WITH JOHN! AND WE GET TO HAVE A CAT CHILD! Me and John had been talking about it ever sense we officially got together, after our first date. We haven't been on many dates sense. But I suggested the idea after John had been complaining about his father being terrible, and how he could just not live with his father anymore.

John was forced to pay half of the taxes on his fathers house, even though he had been living in a dorm. Plus, he had to take care of his little siblings, make meals for everyone, clean the house, tend to the garden and walk the dog. The only thing his father did to help the family was pay half the taxes, John even had to buy groceries!

The worst part was that they weren't broke or anything, they just didn't get enough to eat because John had to buy food with the little money he earned from his part time job. John's father had a fancy job, he made tons and tons of money, but he wasted it all on cigarettes, alcohol, the lottery and gambling, leaving his children with nothing.

So, I suggested that he lived with me. John had asked his father, and of course his father didn't want him to leave. I wonder how John finally convinced him to let him leave.

"But, there are a couple conditions," John said, and we let go of each other. Lots of hugging today. 

"What?" I asked, tilting my head a bit.

"My dad says that I can't sleep in the same bed as you, and that he has to be able to visit whenever he wants," John frowned a bit.

"That's fine," I shrugged. "It's not like we would sleep in the same bed anyway, that's weird."

"Yeah," John laughed, trying not to blush. "I'm worried about him visiting us though. Like, what if he just walks into your house at midnight and sets up cameras everywhere?"

"*Our house," I corrected him. "And that's like- illegal. I think. So we could always file a complaint or something."

"THE UUUUUBERS ARE HEREEEEEEEEEE STOP MAKING OOOOOUT AND GET OUTSIIIIIIIDE!" Eliza shrieked from the street. 

Me and John blushed. I mean, we had kissed like- once, in that one scene. But that was acting. Had we even kissed for real yet? I don't remember. I don't think we ever have. So the thought of us making out was very embarrassing. The thought of kissing John was very very embarrassing- I think my face might be turning into a tomato right now.

"Lets get you home before you explode," John laughed, obviously seeing me turning red.

-Time skip of a couple minutes brought to you by Elsa, ☁️✨🌨️❄️🧊✨☃️-

"So... um..." I said as we sat in the same Uber, squished together in the back seat. "Should we stop by your house to grab your stuff?"

"No. It's fine. I don't want to see my dad, he was really angry over our last phone call, when I finally got him to let me live with you," John said.

"What did you say to him?" I asked curiously. "How did you convince him to let you live with me?"

"Well- I got him so mad that he kicked me out," John said casually.

"What did you say?" I asked quietly.

"I'm gay," John sighed.

"No crap Sherlock," I joked. 

John smirked at me.

"Wow, that must have been harsh," I added. "For a parent to kick you out for being yourself."

"I did it because I knew that he would kick me out," John shrugged. "It was just a different way of convincing him to let me live with you."

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, the car bumping over the rough rocky road and snow. Eventually the road smoothened into pavement and houses emerged from the distance. We arrived at my house, and John helped me out into the snow.

The Uber drove away and we both looked up at my house. My address was 1234, my house was a duplex, brick on the outside and mostly just wood on the inside. I led John up to the front door, unlocked it with keys I just took out of my pocket, and brought him inside. We both headed up the stairs that greeted us just as we entered the building.

I opened the door at the top, holding it open for John, who immediately headed for my small couch. I just remembered that he had been here before, when he had gotten sick. I had taken care of him for the day after he was released from the hospital.

"I call sleeping on the couch," John shouted.

"Dang it John," I complained.

"What, did you want us both to sleep in your bed?" John joked. Then we both realized what that meant and started blushing. 

"So, we'll have to find some more acting jobs soon," I changed the subject. "Wont be hard, the producers told me that they suggested you to a bunch of new movie producers."

"Yeah, meanwhile I bet I can get a part time job somewhere," John continued. 

"For now, why don't we just enjoy our time together?" I suggested.

"Sure," John smirked.

I sat down on the couch next to him and reached for the remote, but before I could I was tackled by John. We both erupted in laughter as we fell off the couch and onto the floor. I managed to struggle to my feet and back onto the couch. John pushed himself up onto me and I lightly pushed him off, still laughing.

We eventually settled down after our rough-housing. We where both still laughing about it when a voice interrupted us;

"Is this Alexander Hamilton?"

I was still laughing as I grabbed my phone, now just realizing that I had missed a call and this was the voicemail.

"If so, please respond immediately."

"Sorry, hold on," I told John, dialing the number. "Hello?"

"Ever heard of James Hamilton?"

(A/N You get a tray of crackers dipped in chocolate on top of vanilla ice cream if you can guess what happens next!)