Last chappie.

Brooklyn yawned as he read. Pony was stretched across the foot of his bed. All was well in the world.

Over.

No, really.

Lol, just kidding.

"Pony?"

"Yeah?" Pony asked.

"Do you think your life would be different if I weren't in it?" Brooklyn asked.

"Do fish swim?" Pony asked.

"No, really. Would you have ever, I don't know, found someone else?"

"A girl probably. Hell, may ever have had her pregnant by now." Pony said.

"Don't be flippant. Would you be with a guy that wasn't me?" Brooklyn asked.

"Probably not. I don't even like guys all the time. It's just you."

Brooklyn nodded and went back to reading.

"I kind of figured. You still eyeball girls, you know." Brooklyn said. Pony glanced up at him.

"What about the Italian girl you talk about. Tell me you two didn't have some interesting conversations in the back seat of a car-"

"In the meat freezer, thank you." Brooklyn murmured. "And I didn't say it was bad."

"But you're the only one I do more than eyeball, you know."

"I know." Brooklyn said.

"You know, this is where I should be making promises of forever and ever and ever." Pony said.

"If you want. I just assume you know that much since I had a chance to bed Jacoby down and didn't." Brooklyn said. Pony glared at him as he read.

"That isn't ever going to be funny."

"You're only threatened because you think he's hot. You wish you'd considered a threesome." Brooklyn said.

Pony smacked him with a pillow.

"Love you too."

Finito. I'm tired, and you guys have gotten many many lemons. Always good to leave on a happy note. Also, I have a job for now, but their laying me off because they're assholes, so lemon writing is hard when you're perma pisssed. And I need to move on with fics, so I hope you've enjoyed. Leave me a parting review, please, and I may continue my career as a slash fic writer, lol.

Goodnight and goodbye,

Shadows Run