Aw, Last Chapter...Big credit to, Sarah, (AKA BeautifullyDepress) for editing, and writing!

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He finally put me down on my feet, and leant back a little to look at me. "What are you doing here?" Shock written all over his face.

"I had a job interview this morning with the LA Times. I thought I'd come say hello while I was in town."

"You're moving home?" he almost yelled in my ear.

"I am if I get the job." I smirked at him.

With that, he swept me up into another giant hug.

"Wait right here," he said. "Don't move." He turned and ran towards what was probably the on-site office and disappeared inside.

After about ten minutes, he came back, a giant grin spread across his face. "So have you had lunch yet?" I just shook my head to indicate no. "Well, come on then," He said as he grabbed my hand.

We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting and reminiscing. We filled each other in on what had been going on in our lives. I owned up and told him the whole truth about James. He told me about this man-eater of a girl he had been seeing, Portlyn, whom he had broken up with just after New Year's.

The more we talked, the more I realised that this was what had been missing in my life. I couldn't remember feeling as content as I did right then sitting with Chad. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, and then it dawned on me. How had I not seen it before? I loved him, not just the kind of love you have for family, I was in love with Chad.

I suspect I had always been in love with him; I was just too scared and withdrawn to recognise my feelings for what they were. I made the decision right then and there that I was going to do whatever it took to make him mine forever.

As dinnertime rolled around, I sensed that neither of us was willing to part just yet.

"So what are we doing for dinner?" I asked.

"What would you like to do?" he replied. Same old Chad always wanting to make sure we did something that would make me happy.

"Well, I was thinking we could just head to my hotel, order a little room service and just continue with the trip down memory lane."

"Yeah, that would be great. We have to drop by my place first so I can have a shower, and get out of these filthy work clothes."

When we got to his place, he pointed me to the lounge in the living room while he ducked off to get cleaned up. As I sat there looking around his sparsely decorated living area, I realised that there was nothing really of a personal nature on display until I noticed the one single photo frame on the mantel.

I walked over and picked it up; the picture it contained almost stopped my heart. It was a picture of Chad and me taken the summer before I left for Dartmouth. He had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me to him. We were looking into each other's eyes, giant smiles on our faces. Looking at the picture, you could have sworn it was of a couple deeply in love. Maybe it was, and we were both just too young and wounded to know what we had.

Just as I put the picture frame back on the mantel, Chad came back looking like sex on a stick in a pair of low-rise blue jeans and a black button-down. I wondered how I had never noticed how sexy Chad was. It was like I had been wearing blinders all these years, and now that they had been removed I could see everything.

"You ready to head out?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said as he took my hand leading me out the door.

When we got to my hotel room, I realised that there wasn't anywhere comfortable to sit other than the bed. I hoped that it wasn't going to make things uncomfortable between us. Then I remembered back to when we were kids we spent many a day or night sitting in one another's beds cuddled up talking, keeping each other company. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to spend the night cuddled up to Chad just like I used to.

After we had dinner, I crawled up on the bed, resting my back against the headboard, and stretching out my legs in front of me. I patted the place beside me indicating for Chad to join me. He crawled up and flopped down beside me. We continued chatting for most of the night until I realised that it was midnight. I needed to go to sleep if I was going to be up by seven to make it to the airport in time for my flight.

"I guess I'd better get going then, so you can get your beauty sleep," Chad said, looking like he wanted to leave as much as I did, which was not at all. Just as he got to the edge of the bed, I reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Stay," I said pleading him with my eyes. "Sleep with me like we did when we were kids."

"I can't, Sonny, we're not kids anymore."

"I know, but I've missed you so much. I go back to Boston tomorrow; who knows how long it will be before we get to see each other again?"

The look on his face told me I was weakening his resolve, so I decided to pull out the big guns.

"Please, Chad. I have spent the last six years feeling as if something was missing, but not knowing what it was. When you hugged me today I realised that it wasn't LA that I missed at all... it was you. You are my home, Chad."

"God, Sonny, you can't say things like that to me. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

"Chad, it has taken me a long time, but I have finally realised something I think I've always known. I love you, not just because you're family, but because I am in love with you. I think I always have..."

Before I could even finish my sentence, Chad was across the bed, his lips melding with mine. There was more passion in that one kiss than I had ever felt before. I kissed him back with every ounce of fire that was burning in the pit of my stomach. My body felt alive for the first time in a very long while. When he pulled away, I could see the love shining in his eyes, the same love I'm sure was reflected by my own.

"Do you have any idea how long I have waited to hear those words come from your mouth? I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. When I sent you off to Dartmouth, I lost a piece of me that I thought I was never going to get back."

He kissed me again, and I felt it in every part of my body, from the very tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes. It was like an electric current was buzzing through me, making every single nerve stand on end. In that moment, all I wanted was to be one with Chad.

Life is never a fairytale, not with out Chad Dylan Cooper.

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