A/N: Here you have it, the last chapter, and I have no idea whether it will only leave the readers confused and disappointed. If it isn't liked, tell me and I'll try changing it… and if it is liked, cheers!

Yes, I will be writing a sequel. The question is, would you people review it if I posted it? You've been awesome, honestly. I'd liked to say thank you to each and every reviewer, especially those few who reviewed nearly every update from the first day. You made it so much fun.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Keep Talking

Mr. Philip's History Class


What was up with that?


Up with what?


You KNOW with what. With the way you're acting. I noticed you didn't write any letters, either.


Are you mad at me?

Why should I be mad?

I don't know.

You're cute when you're embarrassed.


You're blushing, you know.


SHUT UP. Please. Just maybe we should stop passing notes or something.

You ARE mad at me. Jackass. What did I do?… Does this have something to do with yesterday?

No. Yes. I'm just kind of confused. You're not still pissed about… everything, are you?

What do you think?

I don't know.

I thought you were supposed to be smart.



I'm sorry. I just thought there was some mistake… I know I'm being a jackass. Ignore me, okay? I'll screw everything up again if I keep talking.


I can't.

You can't what?

Ignore you. It's impossible. Look, do you want to go out with me or something? Forget about the pen pal thing- I swear I was ready to go insane, so let's just… drop it. I like Talon better than Lance.

King Henry III inherited a kingdom separated from the rest of Europe that was protected by water but with poor natural resources.

Don't be that way. You know you want to.


Okay, what?

You're mean. Okay, I'll go out with you.

We can get together after last period and do something… or we can just skip next period and do something then.

How about both? But only if you swear you won't ignore me anymore.

Deal. I swear. Just give me five minutes. I have a little… business to take care of with an old friend before school lets out.

Locker #115

Kyle, darling,

Don't forget about your tap-dance lessons after school today! Perhaps you could bring your little girlfriend along to your recital- I know she'll love it. I'll have your pink leotard ready for you as soon as you come home, Wilfred dear- oops, I almost forgot, it's Kyle. Excuse me, darling.

Remember that you can't be late! Your father and your dear auntie and I will all be at the dancing studio to watch you. You really must reconsider my idea about becoming a ballerina- you'd look so lovely in a tutu.

I'll see you after school, Wilfred! Oh- I mean Kyle, of course.


Your Dearest Mommy


See you after school.

Best regards,