Disclaimer: Don’t own the BSC.

Note: I will be updating nearly EVERYDAY from now on. I might even start a Harry Potter fic.

Stacey trudged down Reilly Lane. Her heart thumped, and she couldn’t stop breathing.

She rang the Brunos’ doorbell, waiting. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again. She couldn’t believe she had smacked Mary Anne. She couldn’t believe she was fired from the Babysitter’s Club. She couldn’t believe-

Logan answered the door.

“Oh, Logan-I totally need to speak to you-please-“

Stacey barged into the house, panting. Logan shut the door, and faced her.

“What?” he snapped.

Stacey frowned. “Well, I just wanted to tell you-I-“

Suddenly, Kerry and Hunter bounded down the stairs. “Stacey? What are you doig here?” Hunter asked.

Kerry began to scream. “Stacey’s a big meanie! Go away!” She and Hunter jogged up the stairs again.

Stacey hesitated. “I-Logan, I lo-“

Mrs. Bruno bustled in through the kitchen door. “Hi, Stacey. Logan told me about your disease. I recommend using Alieve, it works very well.”

Stacey turned purple. Logan frowned. “What, Stacey?”

Mrs. Bruno waved bye at Stacey and went back into the kitchen.

“Logan! I-I-I-“

She couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Suddenly, the phone rang.

Logan picked it up. “Hello? Mary Anne? Okay…yeah. She’s here. I know. I will, Mary Anne. Don’t worry. She said-what? She is? Oh.” Logan turned around and glared at Stacey. Then he hung up.

“Stacey, I can no longer associate with you. Mary Anne told me that you’re fired from the BSC. Sorry.”

He ushered her out the door. Stacey was dumbstruck.

As he gave her a final push, she landed on the pavement. Stacey threw her shoe at his living room window. “You jerk! You don’t know what you’re missing out on!” Then she ran off.

No one has seen or heard of Stacey since then. Some say she went to live with cows and turned into one herself. Others say she received plastic surgery, changed her name legally and moved to Pakistan. But mostly everyone says she still stalks Logan, day in, day out, never showing herself in public.

And that, my readers, is the end.

(AN: This story didn’t turn out the way I really wanted it to. I don’t have writer’s block anymore, and I definitely feel like I need to end this. Feel free to review. ‘Our Love Will Never Be’ is complete!)