A/N: Alrighty me lovers! This is the official last chapter of Fate's Fools. It is dreadfully short, I know, but you must remember that this story WAS ORGINALLY SUPPSOED TO BE A ONESHOT!!
If you guys read this and decide that I ended a little too early…say so. If I get a least 10 reviews that tell me you want one last chapter, then I give you my solemn promise that I WILL WRITE THIS CHAPTER, JUST FOR YOU (you being the people who review asking for more.)
Now, however, I would like to give you, ladies and gentlemen…instalment number Seven of…….Fate's Fools::adoring crowds yell in fanatic love::
On Saturday I lay on the living room couch all day, feeling too miserable to even turn on the TV. I just lay wrapped in blankets, moaning with misery every so often, just to rub it all in. El hadn't tried to contact speak to me again, and I hated her…she could at least have been a little more…insistent. What kind of a friend was she anyway? She should have battered the bathroom door down, or camped in my bedroom or…or something. What was it with people deserting me anyway…and talking of deserting…
'Okay, Jared. Erikk is here. Behave yourself and if you decide to commit suicide just make sure you don't put any blood on the floor!' Heather called out from the door.
'I hate you! You suck! I hope Erikk tells you he's cheating on you and then you have a car crash and die painfully thinking in dread and regret of my poor bloodless corpse!' I screamed.
'I love you too, bro! Even if you're just a whining, angsty emo wallowing in denial!'
'Fuck you!' I yelled.
'And you, sweetie!' she called back, and then I heard the door slam shut. I went on yelling even though she was gone, just because it was the only thing I felt good doing right now:
'You're going to regret when you actually find my sad dead body in the toilet! You'll cry until you don't have anymore water in your body and your tears turn to blood and you'll shrink up and go all ugly and horrible and Erikk won't want you anymore and I'll be happy because hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Fuck you! Fuck you Heather! Fuck you El! I hate you! Fuck you, Art! Fuck you fuck you fuck you al—'
'Baby, you know you can't fuck me yet! You haven't even proposed!'
I almost jumped out of my skin, my scream dying in my throat. I twisted around to check whether I hadn't imagined it and fell off the couch.
'Met your sis on the way…she opened the door for me.'
Art was leaning in the doorway, grinning and looking more gorgeous than ever. He was wearing a clingy black roller-neck shirt with a gothic silver yin-yang on the front, large, baggy bondage trousers, black boots and my leather trench coat. His hair was in a crazy crimson mess around his beautiful cheeky face, and he was carrying several heavy-looking bags.
I let out an inarticulate kind of squeal, tried to stand up, but fell because the blankets were tangled around my legs, and almost yelled in frustration as I was forced to leap my way to Art because of those goddamn blankets. I threw myself at him with as much force as I could, forcing him to drop the bags in order to keep both of us from falling.
'Whoa…talk about passionate…I love you too!'
Art giggled in an annoyingly girlish manner, and pecked my cheek. I yelled:
'You bastard! You utter and complete bastard! You just left without a word well with several words but that's not the point you left you bastard what was I supposed to think where did you go why the hell did you leave why are you back why do you hate me I hate you I love you don't you ever dare leave me ever again you're the one who started all this crap I never asked you to kiss me I never asked you to keep showing up in my life I hate you you sucker you suck I wish you'd just get eaten by a ravenous, monstrous dog and get turned into some sort of monster and then die of the plague!' I stopped to catch my breath and wrenched myself away from Art, falling backwards.
Swearing and breathing hard, I untangled myself from the blankets, throwing them away before jumping to my feet to glare intimidating at Art. Whom I hated.
'You know I love you too,' he said happily, grinning at me and looking as though my glare had no effect whatsoever on him. 'Now, however, our love can be complete because I brought the remedy to the only thing that could keep us apart!'
'Is it some sort of strange magical device that will make me stop hating you?' I asked, smartly.
'Nah, that strange magical device I keep in my trousers, loveheart,' Art said, winking suggestively.
'You're such a perv!' I yelled.
'I know. That's why you love me. Anyway. Let us get started on your education, my boy…let me be your master, and I will let you be my slave—I mean, pupil.'
He giggled girlishly again, dragging me to the couch and roughly shoving me onto it.
He plonked himself down beside me, dropping his bags to the floor between his legs.
'Right!' he shouted. 'Here we are! These are your clothes! I didn't bring them to give them back to you, unless of course you wan to swap them for something else. I love wearing your clothes. Not only are they comfortable, but they smell of you and they make us look like long-time lovers. It's great. Now, here are my tools: we have Amelie, Pan's Labyrinth, Donnie Darko, Ghost Theater, Chicago and Battle Royale. This is cola, and coffee, to keep us awake. A pizza, chocolate (white and dark) sour sweets, popcorn, lemon pie. I didn't bring my pyjamas so you'll have to lend me some of yours. Preferably the non-girl ones, because I'd rather see you in them.'
'What the—I—you—what the—listen! You can't just disappear off like that, without a word and then just turn up as though nothing had happened!'
'I didn't disappear! God, you're so melodramatic!'
'Melodramatic? What the hell? You were the one who stormed out of the room as though I'd accused your mother of being a cocaine addicted prostitute!'
'I didn't storm out, you weirdo! I just went to get the films! I mean, you hadn't even heard of Pan's Labyrinth! I needed to save you! I couldn't come during the week because you have college, and I have uni and work and these kind of things take time!'
'You…you mean all that fuss, all that freaking drama and 'what must be done must be done' shit was just because of some freaking movies?'
'Yes! No—what do you mean drama? And stop swearing!'
'I'm not swearing! I said 'freaking,' didn't I?'
'You said 'shit'!'
'You just said 'shit'!'
'Well, I regret saying it. Now stop being such an argumentative drama queen and have some M&Ms!'
'I'm not being a freaking drama queen you—'
Art pressed his lips to mine, hard and sweet and brief and I loved it and I hated it and I hated him and I wanted more.
'Now hush,' Art whispered, his lips moving against the corner of my mouth, his breath ghosting over my cheek. 'If you watch at least three of these movies without being a prickly emo-like imbecile of a teenager I will feed you pieces of my white Smarties chocolate bar…with my mouth.'
He poked his tongue from between his teeth, touching the corner of my mouth very briefly. And suddenly I really didn't feel like talking. For some strange, inexplicable reason.
A/N: Okely Doke. This, my sweeties, is IT. It's done. Yes, Fate's Fools I officially over. UNLESS. Unless, of course, you, my DARLINGDEARESTLOVELY readers decide you'd like a little but more about what Jared and Art become/don't become.
SO. If this is over for you: THANK YOU FOR READING AND STICKING WITH ME UNTIL THE END. YOUR SUPPORT AND ALL THE LOVE FOR ART WAS SIMLY PRICELESS. I WILL ALWAYS CHERISH YOU ALL AND CONSIDER YOU AS THE PEOPLE WHO HELPED ME FINISH MY FIRST STORY EVER, SHORT AS IT IS. I WOULD NEVER EVER HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU WONDERFUL PEOPLE (or maybe I would but in, like, thirty years and two times shorter) SO THANKYOU ALL IMMENSELY. YOU ALL ROCK. AND WILL KEEP ON ROCKING FOREVER. AND EVER.
That is all.
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