Chapter 18

It's the end of the world (story) as we know it.
It's the end of the world (story) as we know it.
It's the end of the world (story) as we know it and I feel fine

-It’s the End of the World (Story) (And I Feel Fine...Well, not really. I’m nearly in tears. I LOVE my characters!!)

-R.E.M.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

“What do you guys wanna talk about?” I asked softly, crossing my arms over my chest as I stood in front of Dylan and Skyler in the empty hotel lobby.

“Well,” Skyler said nervously, “it’s about dating, actually.”

“You guys are gay?” I asked hopefully. Hah. You Wish.

“Not really,” Dylan said, casting a glance in Skyler’s direction. “In fact, we’re kinda the opposite.”

“Oh...” I stared at the ground.

“I lied,” Dylan blurted out.

My head snapped up. “What are you talking about?” I asked, knitting my eyebrows together in confusion.

Skyler sighed. “You know when we were in my kitchen for Elodie’s birthday party?”
“Yes, but I’d rather not talk about that.”

“Well,” Dylan continued, running a hand through his hair, “you know when I said that I didn’t like you?”

My mouth dropped open and I took a step back. He just stood there, staring at me, with his hands in his pockets.

“N-no,” I stuttered. “I have to go...pee…”

I tried to flee, I really did, but I knew perfectly well that I wasn’t going to get away. Dylan grabbed my wrist and turned me around.

“Please,” he begged quietly. “Just...for one more minute.”

I just stood there, staring at the ground. “Okay. Just say what you wanna say so I can get out of here.”

I looked up to see them exchanging glances again.

“We don’t particularly like each other,” Skyler explained. “But we want you to know that whoever you choose, it’ll be fine. If I don’t get chosen then I won’t beat the shit out of Dylan and the same goes for him.”

“Ch-chosen?”

“Lib, we want you to choose one of us so that we can all stop playing games,” Dylan said.

“Choose one of us to be your boyfriend,” Skyler added.

“W-what?” I asked disbelievingly. “You’re joking, right?” They looked serious. “Please tell me that you’re joking.”

“We’re not,” Skyler said.

“Guys,” I said softly. “You can’t put me on the spot like this!”

“Lib, we just want a simple answer,” Dylan said.

I felt myself growing angry at them. At this whole situation. “You really want a simple answer? Then fine. I choose neither of you.”

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“They what?” Ra demanded, dropping her ice cream cone. It landed at our feet, and splattered all over our bare toes.

We both screamed.

“You idiot!” I shouted at her.

“Well, that wasn’t exactly something I’d react normally to!” she shouted right back at me.

I sighed and leaned down, wiping off both of our toes with the napkin that had come with the ice cream cone.

“I can’t make a pregnant woman lean down,” I muttered.

“Shh!” she hissed. “People could hear and think I’m a whore.”

“You are a whore.”

She smacked the top of my head.

“Oww.”

We were standing outside of our favorite ice cream shop in town, wearing soccer shorts and t-shirts Taylor had lent us since Ra had come over and had been getting annoyed with her own shirt. I, however, just liked to wear Taylor’s shirts. They were comfortable.

“So let me get this straight,” she said, as we walked back into the ice cream shop to buy her another cone. “Umm…a waffle cone with two scoops of chocolate chocolate chip, please.” She then turned back to me after the woman behind the counter turned around to get her the ice cream. “So let me get this straight,” she repeated. “Skyler and Dylan want to talk to you so the three of you go into the hotel lobby. Then they both explain that they like you and then they tell you to choose one of them.”

“Yeah…Basically.”

She shook her head. “What ass holes! So you just said, ‘I choose neither of you’ and then you walked away?”

I nodded. “I couldn’t choose one of them. Plus, I don’t even like either of them.”

She nodded this time. “So you’re giving up on boys for now?” she asked, grinning.

I rolled my eyes. “I never really started dating boys.”

“You had that one boyfriend,” she said, after thanking the woman behind the counter and paying her. We walked back out into the sunny parking lot and then began walking back towards my house. “In eighth grade, was it? Jeremy?”

I shuddered. “That kid was such a perv.”

“You only dated him because you couldn’t reject him. You were afraid you’d hurt his feelings.”

I elbowed her in the stomach when she started to laugh at the memory.

“At least I was nice! You rejected Joshua Landers in front of the whole school in seventh grade.”

“Not in front of the whole school!” she cried defensively. “Only like…seventy kids.”

I rolled my eyes. “He ran off crying, Ra.”

“Yeah, but it was better then him basically trying to have sex with me.”

“Okay, Jeremy didn’t try to have sex with me! We were in eighth grade for God sakes!”

It was her turn to role her eyes. “Sure…But you have to admit that it was funny when he came over and you hadn’t told Taylor or Ryan or Eddie or Dylan about him and he rang the doorbell and Taylor shoved him up against the wall.”

She doubled over from laugther at that one and I sighed, elbowing her in the stomach again.

“Okay, okay! But it was funny!”

“He pissed himself ‘cause he was so scared of Taylor and Dylan, Ra. That wasn’t funny.”

“And then your rug smelled like piss!” she exclaimed, bursting out into laughter once again.

I rolled my eyes. “But my mom got it cleaned the next day.”

She looped her arm through mine. “I love you, Libby Daniel’s.”

“Tsk tsk tsk! Brandon wouldn’t approve!”

“No, really.”

She walked in front of me so that we were face to face.

“I’m gonna get through this whole baby thing only because of you,” she said.

I just stood there, staring at her. “And Brandon…”

“No, Lib. I haven’t really ever thanked you for being there for me. And you always are. So thank you.”

She wrapped her arms around me and I smiled, returning the hug. “You’re welcome. And I love you too, Raquel Samuel’s.”

She pulled away, grinning as she licked her ice cream cone. Then she looked at me seriously again. “Will you be the Godmother of my daughter?”

I gaped at her. “Are you serious?”

She nodded. “I’ve never been so serious about anything in my life.”
All I could do for the moment was nod in return, since I was at a loss for words. When I finally found my words again I wrapped my arms around her for the second time. “I would love love love to be the Godmother of your son.”

“Daughter.”

“Son.”

“Daughter.”

“Son!”

I screamed when she took her ice cream cone and shoved it in my face. I stood there, chocolate ice cream all over my face, gaping at her.

“I can not believe that you would…!”

I threw my cone at her and then procceded to chase her around the neighborhood for the next two hours. That is, until we both threw up, of course.

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Authors Note: I know, the chapter was SUPER short, but I was planning for it to be that short. But anyways…It’s done. It’s over. Goodbye Libby my love! Lol…Okay, so it’s up to you readers whether ot not I do an epilogue. I’ve got one in mind but you guys just have to review and tell me whether you really want one. Oh, and there might be a LOT of spelling errors because my spellcheck is being a BUTTFACE and not working. You see, I knew I spelled ‘suspicious’ wrong and it didn’t correct it. And so then I typed random letters such as: ahdofal;dfjalks jfliasjfl, and well, it didn’t correct it. So therefore it’s been a buttface. Moving on…I’m too lazy to type the penname’s of everyone who has ever reviewed this story but I want you to know that I love you all. Although I must admit that I’m angry because I’m on some people’s favorite’s list and they have never even REVIEWED this story. Oh well, it’s okay…Sometimes I’m too lazy to review as well but please review! It’s the final chapter! C’mon people! You know you wanna! Lol…Anyways, thanks for everyone’s support and suggestions and, well…everything, really. So, goodbye! Oh, and be on the lookout for my newest story and this stories epilogue if you all ask me to write one!