Well, here it is - the finale of Just Another Girl. I hope you all have enjoyed it. PLEASE let me know what you thought of it, even if you haven't reviewed at all up until this point. I always love to hear what everyone thought of how I ended my stories. On another note, if you liked this story I'd be honored if you'd check out my other stuff. My new project, which I will be posting VERY soon since I just can't wait and have already been writing on it, will be a Chronicles of Narnia fanfic, so if you're a fan I'd love it if you'd check it out! But enough rambling. You want to know how it ends. LOL. Well, then, read! I do have a few final notes though!

Selene1890: I am so honored by your wonderful review. It's so great to hear that awesome feedback and to know that I really have inspired emotion in my writing. In answer to your questions though, yes, that song was my own. I can't write music, only lyrics. I'm not very big on songwriting, but when I'm inspired I do dabble in it a bit and I'm very proud of the ones I have written. Second, no, I have never been through a situation like this, thank God. I haven't even ever dated before, so I'm glad that I can write this well enough that it's believable! That makes me SO happy! Thank you so much for the encouraging words! I hope you like the way it ends!

summersgirl2526: The song was written by yours truly. Sadly, there's no music to it since I can't write music to save my life, but I can write lyrics. LOL. I'm glad you liked them. :) I don't write songs too much, but the ones I have written I am proud of, and I'm glad I had the chance to share a few of them with you in this story.

Sock-Theif-Bandit: No, the rambling is cool. I'm a big rambler myself, so don't worry. LOL. I love reading long reviews (as long as they're good, and yours was so it's nothing to worry about, LOL). Yes, I did write the song myself; I'm glad you liked it. I'm also glad I could write in more of their own personal feelings in that last chappie for you. I told you I was getting there. LOL. And don't worry, as much as it looks like I know what love is through my writing, I have no clue when it comes to personal experiences. I've never even dated. LOL.

Kiku-chan214: Nope, Trixie's gone for good. Good riddance. LOL.

sd freek: Yup, I wrote it! Glad you liked it!


Chapter 22

Becca sighed as the last group was called onto the plane. She rose slowly from her seat, slung her carry-on bag over her left shoulder and her purse over her right, and made her way into the long line of boarding passengers. However, just as she was about to hand the lady at gate C-14 her ticket to get on the plane, she heard her name and whipped around to see who in the world could be calling her name.

"Becca! Becca! Rebecca Richards!" Johnny Storm shouted, pushing his way past the security guards and the millions of girls who were beginning to swarm him.

"J-Johnny," she breathed, hardly able to believe that it was really him.

"Becca," he sighed, hunched over in exhaustion before her, finally able to shake the last few girls off of his arms.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Stopping you from getting on that plane," he replied, looking up into her face determinedly. She rolled her eyes, turned back around, and started to hand her ticket to the woman at the gate. "Don't you dare get on that plane."

"And why not?" she demanded, turning on him angrily. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just fly out of New York City right now and never come back."

"Because I love you," he said softly, gazing into her eyes pleadingly, praying that somehow his words would penetrate her heart and that she would believe him. He couldn't live without her; he knew it now, and he wasn't going to let her go.

"You don't know the meaning of the word, Johnny," she said sorrowfully.

"I may not have known it before, but I do now, and that's all that matters," he said sweetly, smirking that adorable smirk that was almost impossible for her to resist. "Becca, I know I hurt you terribly. I've always been the kind of guy who runs away from any sort of commitment faster than I can fly, and I know you're not looking for that kind of guy. You want someone who will always be there for you and tell you how much they love you more than any other. Up until now I've done a lousy job at being that kind of guy, and I honestly never really wanted to be that kind of guy, until you came along. Becca, there's something different about you, something no other girl I've ever met has. I can't put my finger on it, but it's something I've come to realize that I can't live without. I can't live without you, Becca." He took one of her hands in his and held her gaze steady. "I want to hold you and love you and just be with you the rest of my life. I know it may be hard for you to believe that the Human Torch is finally whipped, but it's true. I love you, Becca, and I know now that I always will."

"Ma'am, we need your ticket now or you'll miss your flight," the woman at the gate said. Becca couldn't hear her. She was crying, tears of joy streaming down her face. She couldn't believe it; she honestly couldn't believe it. Johnny Storm had just told her he loved her. He had chased after her and stopped her at the gate just so he could tell her the words she had dreamt of hearing from him her entire life.

"J-J-Johnny," she sputtered through her tears, shivering uncontrollably.

"Shh," he whispered soothingly. He then blew a soft, sweet, warm air onto her face, instantly drying her tears.

"Oh, Johnny!" she cried, throwing herself into his outstretched arms as her bags fell from her shoulders, crying into his shirt.

"Ma'am," the woman at the gate urged once again.

"I think she's changed her mind, don't you?" Johnny said with a wink. The woman smiled and nodded in understanding.

"Johnny, I, I love you so much," Becca breathed, pulling her face away from his chest to look up into his beautiful eyes. "I'm so sorry for everything."

"There's nothing to apologize for," he said, bending his neck down to touch his lips to hers. She stretched hers out to reach his and the two stood there at the gate kissing, Becca running her hands through his hair as he reached up and pulled the clip out of hers. He cupped the back of her head in his right hand, wrapped his left arm around her waist, and pulled her tighter into his body just as the engines of a plane revved far off in the distance. Minutes later the couple still stood there kissing as the plane took off, heading straight for Baltimore.

The End