A/N LAST CHAPTER!!! I'm extremely sad that Miranda and Tristan had to end, but I have plans for new stories! I'm prolly going to start writing a new story soon, now that school is starting up. I hope you guys had as much fun reading this story as I did writing it! Please Read and Review!! :)

Once we got back to the car, Rachel still had the music off, and was saying she wanted some more coffee beans from Starbucks. So we drove there, my fingers were shaking on my purse.

I didn't want to read it in front of her, fear of me crying uncontrollably. So I waited out in the car as we parked the car and walked into the coffee shop. The shop reminded me of the memories there, and I quickly opened my purse. There inside was a note. For a moment I thought that maybe Christian put him up to it, but it surpassed instantly.

I quickly opened the note, and started to read.

Dear Miranda,

This sounds like a tragic love story isn't it? I hate that I have to leave you, and go back all the way to Baltimore. I've never hated Baltimore as much as I do now. It is 1:23 AM and I can't sleep. Though I like just to lie next to you as we sleep underneath that old Power Rangers blanket. My mind is racing, and to ask you so many questions that I haven't managed to ask you yet. So I chose to write a little note to you of what I feel like. I never thought I could change in a matter of weeks, but I did, and it was for the better. The definite better. That day in the coffee shop changed me. When I saw you, I was breathless. You are the only one who completely takes my breath away. I just knew that I had to know you, and know every single detail. Like whats your favorite chocolate bar or what's your dad's name. Crystal was breaking me down, and I knew that if it wasn't for you, I would be stuck with her again, and I would feel miserable. I'm so glad that I came on this trip to California, and to meet you. I hate the feeling that I have to leave you later today, and that we will be hundreds of miles away. But remember this, that if you get lonely or if you feel sad, just remember this: that you just have to look at your hands, and with the spaces between your fingers; that's where mine fit perfectly. I wish that I didn't have to leave your side, but I have to do the "adult" thing and go back home. I hope we can see each other as soon as possible, because I know it's going to kill me to wait those couple months. The other day, Christian was joking with me, and he told me that love has the longest arms. I didn't know what it meant till a few hours ago, when you were laughing with me and you had mashed potato fluff on your nose. We can and we WILL make this work, if it takes forever for Skype or webcam to work, we will make it. I have on my Hollister ring on, and I keep twisting it on my finger. I hope that you keep that promise that I will return. I love you, and I probably lost all my masculinity in saying that ;) I still mean it, and I will forever mean it. You have changed me, and I hope I changed you. Before you know it, these long months will pass, and we can be with each other again. Once again, I love you, and I hope I don't die on this plane, or else that'll suck.

I love you,

Tristan.

I sat there, completely frozen. I re-read it over and over again, and I realized I had been crying. Rachel was taking forever in the coffee shop, and I was glad. I didn't know how I felt, but then after a while of crying, I realized it was tears of happiness.

I was glad that Tristan came and was with me these two weeks. It had been true that Crystal was breaking him down. Suddenly the wait of a couple months didn't seem that long. We will make this work, no matter what.

When Rachel came back, she saw my face, and started to hug me.

"It'll be alright, don't worry about it."

"I know it'll be alright," I said confidently, with a smile on my face.

TRISTAN'S POV:

"Passenger's, please fasten your seat belts." the monotone voice said over the intercom. I quickly put on my seat belt, and looked out the window, trying to see at the parking lot. I was window seat, hoping I could possibly get a few hours of sleep, but I knew of course that wouldn't happen. My mind's too busy thinking of what's happened.

Christian was sitting beside me, and a group of kids had chose to sit across from us. They were already loud, so I started to pull my iPod out. Jackson and Mark were sitting behind us, already to take another nap. I was too nervous to sleep, I wanted to read the note. It was in my hands, just waiting to be opened. I kept Miranda's promise, and waited till the wheels left the ground, and once we finally did, I ripped open the note.

I read it, and after she had written her name, I felt my eyes stinging. I looked down at the note, so Christian wouldn't see me cry. I turned and looked out the window, and watched as California got smaller and smaller. The airport was getting more minuscule. As California got hidden behind the clouds, I started to smile. This WAS going to work.

THE END.