A/N: THE TIME HAS COME. ENJOY THE EPILOGUE. (and read the authors note at the end, yo!)

edited: 7-16-10

Meant to Be: With Me
(sum 41)

I don't want this moment to ever end, where everything's nothing without you.

xxxxxxxxx – (nettie)

One Month Later…

It had been exactly one month since Luke and I officially got together for good, and I still hadn't told him I loved him.

He said it to me all the time, like it was the simplest thing in the world, but I could never say it back. I just didn't feel as strongly for him as he did for me, at least not then. After his first confession, I had discussed it with him, telling him that I didn't love him yet but I knew that I could and probably would eventually.

Well, of course I was right, because at some point in time I realized that I did love him. I knew he was waiting for me to say it, and even if he was patient and understanding, I hated doing that to him. And so, on our one month mark, we were going to go out, and I was going to say it back.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching a movie with my three siblings until it was time for Luke to pick me up. Penny was curled up in the cushions, watching the screen. Liam was stuffing his face with popcorn. Hannah, who had come home from the hospital a few weeks previously, was staring at the television with wide eyes and unknowingly stroking her new hand.

Hannah's surgery had gone perfectly. Everything went as planned, and she soon had a new prosthetic hand. It was really strange, at first, but we were all already used to it, except maybe Hannah herself. With this new hand, she could do almost everything she could before, but it was harder for her to grip things for long periods of time and she could no longer feel what she was touching. She had cried for days both before and after the operation, but after about a week, she quieted down. Instead of whining, she had taken to examining the thing as much as possible, and I often found her absentmindedly fiddling with it while doing something else.

As for Liam, he was doing better, but I remember thinking that he would never be the same. It was strange that just seeing his little sister hurt (even if it wasn't anything too major) could have such an effect on him. He was now less sociable and more protective of all three of us. He spent less time hanging out with friends and more time making sure Hannah and Penny were alright. They always were.

Ian and Mikayla were still going strong. The four of us had been on two double dates already, both of which were crazy and fun. The two had celebrated their one month less than a week before ours, and after their date Mikayla had called me and rambled about him for two hours. It was great having a best friend whose boyfriend was your boyfriend's best friend.

Speaking of which, everyone at school had mixed emotions about Luke and I dating. Most people had seen it coming and supported us, but there were always those jealous girls who thought I was just another one of Luke's "phases." It especially cracked me up whenever they said things like that, because Luke only had one other girlfriend during our high school years (Grace), so how could I be a phase?

It would've made sense if we were in middle school. But we weren't.

The doorbell rang and I immediately shot up off the couch. Liam made a grunting noise at the sudden jostling of the couch, which had caused him to spill popcorn all over his lap. I muttered sorry to my little brother and then flung the front door open.

There stood Luke, looking utterly charming in dress pants and a tie and equipped with a bouquet of red roses, which he handed to me.

"Happy one month," he said with a cheesy grin.

"Aw," I said as I hugged him tightly. When I pulled away, I frowned down at myself. "You didn't tell me to dress up." I was wearing my favorite jeans, a pink blouse, and flip flops.

"It's okay," he said. "You look gorgeous."

"'Dawww," Penny shouted from the couch. "Isn't that sweet?"

"It's nauseating," Liam chimed in.

I laughed and set my roses in a nearby vase, removing the old dead flowers as I did so. "At least let me change my shoes," I said to Luke. I dragged him inside by the hand and took off my flip flops, replacing them with a pair of classy black wedges.

"Ready?" he asked me once I was done making the switch.

"Yep," I said. I grabbed his hand, said goodbye to my siblings, and walked out to his car with him.

He didn't tell me where we were going. He had just told me that we were going out somewhere and that I was definitely going to like it.

He was right.

It turned out that I didn't even need to change my shoes, because he didn't take us to a restaurant at all, but to a secluded park. He began setting up stuff for a picnic and that was when I just about died over how cheesy and sweet it was. I tried to find something wrong with the night but he would always find a way of proving it wasn't a mistake.

When I told him I was cold, he pulled out a bunch of extra blankets. When I pointed out that we were on property not open at this time in the evening, he said he had called beforehand and got permission. When I said there were tons of mosquitoes, he whipped out the bug spray (the kind that doesn't smell bad, even!) and all was well again.

When I told him that I loved him, he kissed me and said, "I know."


A/N: I didn't really edit this or spend too much time on it because I really just wanted to finish this story up. And boy am I glad that I did!

It's been a long, fun ride…but I'm not done with these characters yet! No siree! Whatever do I mean by that? No, not a sequel. Sorry kids. But I will be writing another full length story and a few oneshots taking place in the same universe. So if you want to read more about the Wilsons and company, be sure to put me on alert or check my profile frequently.

I'm also planning to rewrite the first half of this. I'm not going to be changing any major plot points, but the first 6 chapters or so are utterly horrible, and I'd love to just go through them and make them better. There's no real way for you to know when I post the edited chapters, as I'll just be replacing the old ones with the new, but if you want to read it after it's all edited just check my profile or PM me.

That's it, I think! So…thanks again to everyone that's read or reviewed Meant to Be, you are so wonderful! I love you guys!

I hope to see you in the future!


P.S. my sentimental ramble about being done with my first real project is in my last authors note, in case you were wondering.