Hello Readers,

I'm finally back after not updating for 3years (as one of my most recent reviewers mentioned.)! And so before I get to the story, I'd like to take a moment to explain my absence.

I was discouraged from continuing to write this story when I received several reviews asking me if I knew my story was close to if not exactly like the movie "Win a Date with Tad Hamilton." I get it, there are similarities, but please believe me when I say I didn't know and i did start writing the story long before that movie came out. But I understand everyone is entitled to their opinion which is why I'm seriously considering reworking this whole story.

I have been busy writing, editing, publishing and promoting my new novel "Veltra" of my brand new paranormal series "Spelled." This is a young adult book centered around a family of witches but trust me, it's not what you think. (Story style: ambitiously, think "Harry Potter meets Buffy the Vamp-ire Slayer and as far as the P.O.V, think "Twilight" told from the point of view from Edward instead of Bella.)

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And now, without further ado, I give you the Epilogue of L.W.T.D Book 1!

Thanks and Happy Reading,

Kristina Toffland a.k.a Jenn-chan (Published currently as Jennifer M. Englehardt.)


After the dinner, Faith expected Trey to drive her home but instead, he invited her out onto the deserted night beach where sat a pre-set basket, filled with things so he could set up a quick "romantic" picnic. Appropriate for an eighteen-year old teenager, of course.

Out of all the items Trey pulled out, the one that surprised her the most was an apple pie that suspiciously looked home made.

"Of course it is," Trey answered slyly. "Being my number one fan, you should know that I like to dabble in baking. But I won't go as far as promising that it'll be the best pie you'll eat thought. That's why I brought that.' He gestured to the pint of vanilla ice cream surrounded by ice packs. "It'll help with the flavor it you don't like it by itself."

As it turned out, Trey had nothing to worry about because Faith enjoyed the dessert which she commented was as sweet as he was. "Aww stop Faith, you're going to make me blush!" he complained with a playful smile.

But too soon for Faith, Trey looked at his watch and suggested it was time they wrap things up and get her home. "I want to stay on your brother's good side. Not to mention Shappy waits up for me and our flight is early tomorrow morning. I think we have to be at the airport at five or something."

"Well, I guess all good things have to come to an end sometimes," Faith sighed as she helped Trey clean up with a lot of reluctance.

"Oh come on, don't look so sad! Things aren't coming to an end, we're just taking a break for a bit. Or did you already forget that you signed this contract, making us as you put it "official co-stars?" He nodded to the folder he had tucked under his right arm. "So smile, Faith. Before you know it, we'll be meeting up in L.A. and the good things will start up again."

"Yeah, right..."

"Whoa, what do you mean by "yeah...right?"

"Well it's just that I was thinking, what if Christian gets really upset with me when I talk to him about this? I don't think I can do this without getting his approval," Faith admitted sheepishly as they headed back to his car.

"B...but, it's your decision and my understanding when you signed this form was that you made it," Trey reproved, suddenly looking very uncomfortable. "I mean I have it here in black and white. And you're eighteen now so it's not like he can legally stop you."

"I...I know, that..." Faith sighed, not liking the look that had appeared on Trey's face. The graveness of it made him look twenty-seven years old; reminding her that she was dealing with a real adult here.

"The only way he can is if you let him." After a pause he asked in a serious tone, "Are you going to let him stop you?"

After a long beat she sighed. "No, I'm not."

"Well then I guess we're just going to have to make sure to present this to him in a way that he won't be able to say no, huh?" he added, looking like he'd recovered his previous happy mood. It was obvious in the way that he winked at her.

"But you uh, really think that he's going to get that upset? I assumed from the way he cares for you that he'll respect your decisions," he added as he put the basket and other items into the trunk of his car. "I mean, even if he isn't happy about it, I would have thought he would at least listen to you, with an open mind."

Faith thought about what he said as he watched him go about his business and realized that the guy was right.

Sure Christian would give her an earful for making the decision on the spot instead of consulting with him first, but not because he wouldn't like the idea but because he trusted they had a close enough relationship that she would feel comfortable talking to him about these types of things.

But no matter, in the end, she knew he would likely give in. After all, Christian was the kind of brother who valued her happiness above anything. If he didn't, would he have allowed her to go to dinner with this older-man, putting aside the fact that he was a celebrity tonight?

Still it was fun to tease Trey, especially because he really looked freaked out thinking of what could happen, further emphasizing the fact that he really wanted to be able to work with her and continue their friendship.

Why else would she have said, "You're right, he'll probably listen to my plea, give me his ten cents and then say okay if he sees that I'm really serious about this. And if he doesn't, well, I guess that's that...but there are other ways that he can stop me, you know."

"What are you talking about?" Trey asked, with narrowed eyes, his forehead creased with worry lines.

"Well, he can always find a way to keep me from making it to the airport. You know I'm a teenager and if you haven't realized yet, I'm not a morning person."

"Okay, so putting aside the fact that I will call you from California on Monday to make sure you do wake up on time, you think Christian will prevent you from making it to the airport?" he asked, looking horrified.

"I'm just saying it's possible," she replied with a casual shrug, enjoying his reac-tion more than she probably should.

"Well, then I better see is Shappy can change out tickets so that the three of us can fly out together on Monday. That way I can make sure that you can get on the plane," Trey mumbled, more to himself than to Faith. "That will also give me time to go see your brother and explain... I did this all wrong. I knew I should have ran this idea by him first."

"What? No! You don't need to do that," Faith protested when she saw that Trey was serious. He had already pulled out his cell phone and was dialing. "Please Trey, I'm sorry. I'm sure that I can convince my brother by myself. He wants me to be happy and I don't think it's going to take much to convince him that this will, especially the part where I'll be able to hang out with you, Mr. Co-star."

"I really like the way that sounds but..."

"No, no buts. Just don't be surprised if he says that he wants to come with me as my chaperone or something, Not that he doesn't trust you but he has an over-prot-ective side."

"Well, since I have not only met your brother but have been brought up to speed on what kind of special relationship you two have, it would surprise me if he didn't," Trey smirked as he unlocked the door on the passenger side and then opened it for her. "I would probably act the same way if Geri or Denise came home and told me they were about to do the same thing you're about to."

"God Trey, you know you're kind of perfect," Faith chuckled as she got into the car.

"So are you Faith Landen," Trey returned after he got into the driver's seat. "I don't work around just anyone's stipulations, you know, especially ones that could mean that my manger is going to have to spend more money. Plane tickets and hotel rooms don't come cheap, specifically at the hotel we'll be staying in.

"Unless of course you and Cris won't mind staying with me at my mom's. I'm sure the rest of my family would like to meet you, especially my sisters."

"No, please don't go through any more trouble on my account. I'm sorry, I really need to think before I talk," Faith put in as lightly as she could. "Christian will pay his way if he really decides he wants to come. The last thing i want is to cause you and your manager problems. I'm sure I've already caused enough joining the cast this late in the..."

"Okay Faith, stop," Trey pronounced, his hand stopped mid way on moving the gear from park to reverse. "First of all, Shappy is now your manager to and in case I didn't mention it, he volunteered to take you on without any persuading from anyone.

"Second, you have not made a mess of things. If anything you've made this project more exciting for me as I thought I already made clear to you. Not to mention Burt and the rest of the cast are looking forward to working with you as much as me, if not more so. So seriously Faith, stop feeling sorry, there's no need for it," he added firmly. "Unless of course, you want to piss me off."

Faith was taken aback by the unexpected ice in his tone that she couldn't form a response or look his way. Instead, she stared straight ahead until she felt tears pool in her eyes and then she turned towards the window to keep Trey from seeing them. God, she was an idiot! She had not meant to offend him but it seemed she had and badly.

"Wow, it looks like you've finally stopped apologizing," Trey drawled once they were back on the road a few silent minutes later. "If I'd know that my severe tone would be all it would take, I would have used it earlier. You're so easy, Faith."

Faith wanted to reply with a an equally sarcastic remake but she knew if she said anything now, her voice would crack and then he would know she had been woun-ded by his words.

Which sucked. Just because she didn't want to Trey to see she was crying, this dream come true evening was likely to end with a long silent drive home. And then she would get out, he would leave and she wouldn't see him until she arrived in California.

And worse, if she didn't fix this situation with Trey right now, it would be so awkward when she reunited with him at the airport. God, she did not want that. But Trey had stated clearly that he didn't want her to apologize to him, so it was better for her to just sit here and be quiet until she could talk to him like there was nothi-ng wrong.

Or at least fake it.

"Hey, I said I didn't want to hear you apologize but that doesn't mean you can't talk," Trey informed her and she could tell from the warmth of his tone, that he was probably smiling again. "Unless of course there is something outside that window that is more interesting than me. In which case maybe I should pull over and check it out for myself.

"Faith?" he asked again when she didn't respond. "Are you ignoring me now? Why? What did I do?"

Still she gave him silence.

"Faith, if you don't answer me, I'm going to stop the car..."

"I...it's nothing you did," Faith finally replied with a huff and like she was afraid of, her voice cracked on "did." "It's not your reason why I'm an emotional hormo-ne driven teenager that can't handle her favorite guy star scolding her like that."

"Oh my God, are you crying?" he gasped incredulously. And then before she had a chance to pull away, he reached for her chin and turned her face so she had to look at him. "You are and you tell me it's nothing I did."

"It was nothing you did," she murmured, staring down at her lap.

"Yeah right, you didn't start crying until I talked down to you like that," Trey grimaced and then pulled his hand back and slapped it against his forehead. "I am such a jerk."

"No, you're not. I just need to stop taking things to personally," Faith stated, frustr-ated with herself. "I mean really, how am I going to handle not only the fans but the haters after Higher School hits t.v. if I can't handle something you said?"

"Well, if you remember, I'm not going to make you do this on your own," Trey pr-omised. "I'm going to be there every step of the way. So don't worry about that. And I... I'm sorry for what I said too. It's just that I've been so nervous, yes I get nervous too Faith, about what was going to happen tonight when I told you that Carrie wants you on the show. and I thought yes, I got through it, everything is going according to plan when you said yes..."

"And then I came back and said things that made it sound like I was second-gue-ssing myself," Faith finished for him, realization dawning on her. "I guess that got you worked up again, huh?"

"Maybe a little," he smirked.

"Well if you'll allow one last apology..." Trey chuckled and nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm probably acting like a spaz because I'm on nerves too. I probably don't realize how much I'm actually sad because you know... you're leaving. I mean, it's defini-tely not because you're a star."

"Yeah, you got over that star-struck bit real quick, if you even had one," he agreed, sighing approvingly. "Okay, so why don't we make a pact right now to forget what happened a few minutes before and talk about nothing but happy stuff the rest of the drive home?"

Faith gasped when he reached across to her and placed his large hand on top of hers.

"Okay?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"O...Okay," she said breathlessly after her heart had stopped racing enough to allow her speak.

The trip home took a little longer than an hour thanks to the fact that the engine of Trey's rent-a-car started making noises and Trey decided to make a pit stop at a gas station. They were fortunate though to find out that was vacant with an owner who did not know who Trey Duvall was.

Sooner than she liked though, Trey was pulling up on the front curb of her home and her heart fell to the pit of her stomach.

It was time for them to say good bye, even if it was for a little while.

This one week long dream would come to an end when she got out of the car.

"We're uh here," Trey offered, his tone conveying the same reluctance she felt.

She didn't respond or move. She just closed her eyes and savored the touch of his hand, the smell of his cologne, the sound of his voice.

"I uh think you should probably get in there, it's eleven o'clock and I bet your brother is up waiting for you, worried about his baby sister," he added, squeezing her hand before he pulled it back so he could unlatch her seatbelt for her and then he got out of the car.

"Right," she sighed and tried not to give Trey a disappointed look when he opened the door for her. "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem," he stammered as she got out. And then to Faith's relief, Trey did not urge her to go in again but instead stood in front of her, shifting his weight, shoving his hands in his pocket, avoiding her eyes like most teenager guys do.


"So..." he repeated, looking up at her shyly. "I uh guess this is it."

"Yeah, this is where we say good bye..." Faith sighed, fighting to keep her tears at bay.

"But just temporarily," he reminded her but it sounded more like he was saying it to remind himself. "Soon enough, we'll be reuniting on the other side of the country."

"Yes," she agreed, trying to find comfort in his words. "I uh...thank you, for this week. You were everything I always thought you were and more. I hope you enjoyed your week here."

"Have I given you any reason to doubt that?" he grimaced before a smile returned to his face again. "Of course I did. I really got to experience being a teacher, worked and met a great bunch of kids...had a very understanding, forgiving and patient guide who made sure I enjoyed myself."

"Well...good," Faith beamed, her cheeks turning pink and not because of the wind that was whipping at her face.

"So if there's anyone who should be thanking anyone here, it's me." He leaned forward to peck her on the cheek and then whispered in her ear. "Thank you, Faith Landen."

Okay, the evening had officially hit the top note. She could go inside the house now without regret. In fact, she needed to leave now or she wasn't going to be able to. So this time, it was she who said what had to be said. "Trey, you should go. You said you've got a flight in like five hours, right? I'm sure Shappy is waiting for you."

"Yeah... I guess you're right," he agreed. "Okay, well, I'll call you when I get to California. Good luck talking to your brother about the contract, not that I think you need it."

"Thanks. Have a safe flight, Mr. Duvall."

Trey gave a mock salute and then without wasting a second, he turned and then quickly reboarded the car while Faith watched.

Well that was that. She turned away and headed towards the front door, the copy of the signed contract clutched against her chest. The doorway light flicked on when she was a few feet away from the door, proving that Trey was right. Cris had been waiting up for her.

"Please let him understand," Faith prayed as she ventured forward. "I am not ready for this dream to end. Please let Christian see how much Trey means to me."

"Hey Faith, wait up. Don't go without me!"

Huh? Faith turned around and to her astonishment, Trey was no longer in the car but was jogging towards her with his folder in hand. "Trey, what are you doing?"

"You didn't really think I was going to make you talk to your brother by yourself, did you?" Trey demanded when he finally reached her.

"But you got in your car and we said our good byes so I thought..."

"Well you thought wrong," he told her, as he put his arm through hers. "I was going to leave but then I thought, just maybe Shappy would be able to do some-thing about the flight arrangements like we talked about so I called him and sure enough, he was able to book it so that we can all fly out together. Based on the fact that there was a female voice in the background, I think it's safe to say he is still out on his date as well and was all for changing plans, especially since Carrie de-cided to delay her flight to Monday too."

"Wow... so you're saying the four of us can fly out together?"

"Five," he corrected. "Shappy got Christian a seat too, just in case."

"Of course he did," Faith murmured as happy tears bubbled to the surface and then she threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "You'r e not kind of perfect, Trey Duvall... you are perfect."

"As are you, Faith Landen," he replied, embracing her just as tightly. "As are you."

"Well well, well, this was not what I expected to see when I came out here," a familiar paternal voice grumbled .

"Yikes, it's Christian," Faith gasped.

"You think?" Trey whispered back and then broke away from her just as Christian met them, dressed in lounging clothes but something in his eyes intimidated him. "Good evening Mr. Landen."

"Good evening Trey," he returned, not rudely. "Thanks for getting Faith home safe."

"Of course."

"And you enjoyed yourself, I assume?" Christian asked, looking at his sister.

"Y...yeah, it was great," she replied honestly. "Sorry for worrying you."

"You didn't until I noticed that you were taking a long time to get to the door after I heard you get out of the car," Christian corrected her, folding his arms. "But I can understand if you need a few more minutes. Just don't stay out too long. It's late and doesn't Trey have a flight out?"

"Actually Christian, I'm not flying out until Monday now and if you are awake and you don't mind, there's uh something important Faith and I would like to discuss with you," Trey announced.

"Something important you and Faith would like to discuss with me," Christian repeated, looking from his sister to Trey and back again and then his expression turned to that of horror, disapproval and shock. "My God, you two aren't planning to get married or something are you because the answer is no!"

"N...no," Trey protested immediately. "We're not getting married. I guess I should have used a better lead up. But it is important and it involves both of us. Do you have a few minutes?"

Christian looked at Faith closely as if he was looking for something on her face that would hint him as to what was going on. Finally he said, "Why don' t you come inside and tell me so that the next time you say something that causes me that much shock, I'll be sitting down."

And with that Christian turned around and headed towards the door.

"Well that was a great way to start," Faith complained as they tailed behind him.

"i know, but we'll get through this, I promise," Trey pointed out.

"Together," Faith added, putting her hand in his.

"I just might need to watch my choice of words," Trey concluded as they entered her house to give Christian the biggest proposal he'd ever given so far in his life.

End of Book 1

So what do you think? Please let me know in a review, even if it's just to tell me that you're reading. I get that it's been three years and no one feels more terrible about that than I.

Thanks for sticking with L.W.T.D for this long and please check out the website for my new book.

With much love,