Just kidding. Here's the real ending. Don't kill me.


I've been given a choice between two amazing guys, and I consider each of them. I do love Jace, whereas I only like Jon. And my mother would force us apart. Sure, we could sneak around and be together when we're older, and moved out of this place. But what kind of relationship can I have with someone my mother will despise?

And Jace...he's my best friend. We've been through everything together, and even though it took me so long to realize that we just fit together, he hasn't held it against me. He's been patient, all things considered, even when I've spent years unknowingly leading him on.

I know what I'm going to do.

I give Jonathan one last, long hug, tell him I'm sorry, and go to find Jace with high hopes of our future.


"I ended things with Jonathan," I tell him, the second we're back in his room.

Jace's eyes light up, and I get lost in them even at a distance. "You did?"

"Yes," I nod. "I want to be with you. Like, for real. Not just a one off, or something that will end in a few months." Jonathan was right. It doesn't make any sense for me to give up on someone I love—someone I could actually have a future with—to be with someone I like. No matter how painful it may be to give someone up. But I know it is for the best.

"You…you do?" he puzzles, quickly crossing the room to kiss me. It's a kiss that makes me forget the pain in my chest, and replaces it with a longing, and an unrelenting feeling of joy. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is going to be more than okay. We are going to be happy.

Of that one thing, I am sure.


"I can't believe my baby girl is going off to college!" my mother cries, holding me tightly in her surprisingly strong arms.

"Mom, if you don't let go, I'm going to miss my flight," I laugh, but hug her back one last time, and then I hug Valentine again.

Jordan hugs me next, with his three month old son in his arms. "We're gonna miss you, babe," he says. "Bryce and I will come visit as soon as we can. And I'll make waffles," he adds.

"Aww, little Bryce!" I exclaim, kissing the baby on the forehead. I whisper: "I'll miss you the most." The sleeping baby obviously doesn't respond to my statement. I turn to Jonathan. "Thank you so much. For everything," I say, knowing he'll understand what I'm expressing gratitude for. Thank you for being so cool about it when I chose Jace instead of you. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for an amazing first sexual experience. Especially, thank you for getting out of your dubstep phase. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Jon smiles. "Text me when you land, so I know you're safe."

I switch with Jace, to say farewell to Izzy, who mutters something about Clace for life. I say goodbye to Alec, and then to Max, who tells me to call him if things with Jace don't work out. He hands me a magic card to remember him by. And then, hand in hand, Jace and I get in line to go through security.


What if I trip?

That's all I can think about as I walk in the heels that Isabelle made me wear. Valentine links our arms and smiles proudly. I know that he will catch me.

It passes in a flash, though my heart is racing, and tears are pricking at my eyes. I see Jace in his tux, and I can hardly make out what the priest is saying. I hear Jace say: "I do."

Everyone is waiting for me to say it too. "I do," I answer, and suddenly Jace is leaning toward me. We are kissing in front of everyone. I can't believe this.

We have breakfast for dinner at the reception, every kind of waffle you can think of included. And dancing. Lots of dancing. I dance with my mother, who cries the entire time, and Jonathan, who laughs, and little Bryce who I lift up and twirl around. I dance with Max who suggests that I get a divorce and marry him once he's a little older. But mostly, I dance with my husband.

I can't believe I have a husband to twirl me around, and someone to shove cake in the face of.


Watching Bryce hold my newborn daughter is one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. What if he drops her? He's only six years old, and he drops things more often than he holds them. But Jordan is here to help, and I know I can trust him to hold a baby, because he has experience.

Bryce grins at her, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair in my hospital room. "Daddy, where did this baby come from?" he asks.

Jordan chuckles. "Ask your mommy."

Maia hits his shoulder, giggling. The engagement ring on her finger sparkles. As far as happy endings go, Jordan finally got his, too. And Maia and I made up, somehow. It started with learning to tolerate one another, for Jordan's sake, but now? Now, we are actually friends.

Yeah, it surprised me, as well.

PS: I really did end up opening a waffle house, though.


Yeah, I really suck at endings, so here you go. Hope it's adequate. I love you guys, and I apologize for my absence.