Author's Note: The reviews are agreeing with me: The story is confusing and getting boring. To tell the truth, I am getting bored with this story, which is why I haven't updated very much as of late. So, I'm wrapping it up. Sorry if it seems abrupt, but I'm bored with so I'm going to start a new story.( I want to thank everyone who took the time to review- it means the world to me. (

Part Twenty-Four.

The concert ended, the girls went backstage and got tons of gifts from the guys. Finally, when they were all through, they talked for a few moments before Jordy announced that the guys had to go- show to do in Vegas. After saying goodbye to Nick, Jeff, Justin and Drew, Sasha said goodbye to Jordy and they went back to the hotel room.

Kevin had left the room early. His sunburn was too painful, and it was distracting him from the movie. He knew Tiffani would probably come back and gush over the concert to him anyways, so it was best if he was ready to fall asleep.

Kayla was still star stuck from being at the concert, meeting the guys, and getting gifts from them. She decided if she and Jack ever split up, she'd go after one of the guys from 98º. They were all perfect.

Dylan tensed when the girls walked in. Sasha was grinning stupidly, her arms overloaded with t-shirts, posters, stuffed animals and whatnot.

"Look what we got!" she said, dumping her things on a chair.

"Great. Look, I'm tired. Gonna go to bed," he said, standing up.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Sasha agreed, scooping her things back up and walking after Dylan.

Sasha looked over at Dylan. He had something in his hand. A small, black velvet bag. She wondered what was in it.

"So, I take it you had a good time?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah. The best. You should've been there."

"Why? So I could get jealous?"

"You would get jealous?" Sasha asked.

"I always do."

"Oh. Why?"

"Because," Dylan knew he was going to do it now. "I love you."

"Aww. I love you, too, you know."

"Good, that makes this easier," he grabbed the small, velvet bag from the nightstand, walked over to where she was standing in front of the TV and got down on one knee.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Dylan opened the small black bag and took out a small black box. He opened it up.

"Will you marry me?" he asked, his eyes closed.

Sasha stared down at Dylan. He'd just proposed. He'd really done it. She couldn't believe it!

"Dylan, stand up," she said quietly.

"Oh," Dylan sounded disappointed. He shoved the box into his pocket. "I understand."

"Of course," Sasha whispered.

"Just pretend I never did it," Dylan whispered.

"Of course I'll marry you!" Sasha said louder, throwing her arms around him, pulling his head down into a passionate kiss.

Jack walked back to the room with Kayla, her not talking about the concert the way the other girls had. She was silent.

"SO.."

"So."

"How was the concert?"

"Fine."

"That's it?"

"Great. But there was one thing missing," Kayla said closing the door behind them.

"What was that?"

"You," Kayla wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"I love you," Jack said quietly.

"I love you, too."

"Then will you marry me?" Jack asked, not realizing what he'd said until he'd said it.

"What? When? Where?"

"Marry me," Jack repeated. "When and where is up to you."

"Oh, Jack, yes," she kissed him. "When as soon as possible. Where whenever we can."

Tiffani walked into her room to find Kevin as red as a lobster. He'd said he wouldn't get burnt, and here he was, laying in bed covered in cocoa butter. He looked sick.

"Honey, I'm home!" she called.

"Don't."

"What?"

"We're not married. You can't do that until we're married."

"We're getting married?" Tiffani asked.

"Well."

"Okay. We'll wait until we get back home, but I have to call my parents tomorrow and tell them. You should do the same."

Kevin didn't think he'd proposed, but Tiffani seemed to think that he had. He loved Tiffani. So much. He wanted to get married, but he wasn't sure she'd want to. But, apparently she did.

Morgan and Brandon sat together on the bed, just holding each other.

"Will you marry me?" Morgan asked suddenly.

"What?" Brandon looked at her, shocked and confused. They hadn't even exchanged their 'I love yous' yet.

"Will. You. Marry. Me?" Morgan drew the words out.

"It's conventional for the woman to ask."

"So? I love you. You didn't seem to be so willing to tell me or ask me, so I figured I'd do it," Morgan smiled. "Will you?"

"If you'll marry me," Brandon grinned. "I love you."

The next day, they went on The Price Is Right, won a lot of money, got Bob Barker's autograph and set off on their way home.

Jack and Kayla got married in Vegas. Jordy even arranged for 98º to sing at their wedding. They were also going to sing at three more weddings this year.

{[And to be completely unconventional and unprofessional]}

They all lived happily ever after.

. THE END.