A/N: the final part-part 3. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you guys enjoy the finale!

Part III

Nightly Confessions

It was about five in the afternoon when Millany and Richie came back home. Millany was grinning broadly, boasting that she had a date with a real catch. She went upstairs to grab a shower and get ready. Howard, Marion and Joanie came back while she was still in the shower and Richie told them why she was taking one. Fonzie came home around the time Millany got out of the shower.

"So, how'd it go with that girl?" Richie asked him when he plopped down into the chair next to the couch. Fonzie shrugged.

"Not too great," He said picking at a loose threat in the arm of the chair. Richie's eyes widened and he practically fell onto the couch.

"Not too great?" He asked in disbelief. "Since when does the Fonz do 'not too great' with girls?" Millany came skipping down the stairs at that moment buttoning the right cuff of her black long sleeved dress shirt, which was tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans and her leather jacket thrown over her arm.

"What's going on?" She asked putting her jacket down over the arm of the couch. Her wet hair had been slicked back into a ponytail that sharpened her high cheekbones.

"Fonzie's not doing to good with the ladies today," Richie chirped before Fonzie could give his own excuse. He glared at Richie reproachfully then turned the glare to Millany, daring her to say something. She just shrugged and put on her jacket.

"Probably karma," She said nonchalantly. "You know, from all the girls he's already had and stuff." Fonzie huffed and Richie nodded. It made perfect sense to him. Millany checked her pockets and made sure she had her keys.

"Where are you going?" Fonzie asked, eyeing her outfit. Millany grinned.

"Got a date," She said heading to the door. Howard and Marion came downstairs to say good-bye to Millany.

"Isn't he picking you up?" Marion asked skeptically when Millany opened the door.

"Nah," She said shrugging. "We're meeting at their work place when their shift is over." Marion looked skeptical and totally against it, but Howard made her stop worrying and let Millany go. When Millany was finally allowed to go Marion went to make dinner for the family, Joanie went to call Jenny and the boys were left in the living room. Fonzie stood and sighed.

"I'm going up to my apartment," He said going to the door. "If you have need for The Fonz you know where I'll be." Fonzie practically stormed up the steps to his apartment and slammed the door. He knew there had been no girl, but still! The way Millany knew he had felt slightly guilty about the excuse and had completely plopped a reason down in his lap when he had a perfectly good lie just waiting to be said really pissed him off. If she hadn't come down and blamed it all on karma he might've been able to tell them there was someone else on his mind. It wasn't too far from the truth, considering he'd been thinking about Richie all day.

He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the back of one of his chairs before flopping down onto his couch. He was frustrated and his first step to admitting his attraction to Richie had been stomped out…by the very person who had been pushing him to admit it to him! Fonzie wasn't sure how long he stayed in his apartment brooding when a polite knock brought him from his thoughts.

"Come in," He called. Richie opened the door and gave Fonzie a small greeting smile. "'Eeeeyyy!" Fonzie greeted with a grin. "What brings you to the Fonz?"

"Mom wants you over for dinner," Richie said with a grin. "I see you've recovered from karma." He added jokingly. Fonzie chuckled.

"Nothin' that little can keep the Fonz down," He declared going down the stairs with Richie for dinner. He was kind of glad that Millany wouldn't be home for dinner. He could pretend everything was as it was before and he didn't have the pressure of telling Richie about his feelings. He could wonder what Richie was thinking as he sat across the table from him without knowing that Millany was just waiting for him to spill the beans.

"So, Arthur, how are things going at the garage?" Marion asked fondly. Fonzie swallowed his food before giving her an answer.

"Pretty good," He said nodding. "I'm working on a Buick right now." Howard looked up.

"What's wrong with it?" He asked curiously.

"The rotor's busted," Fonzie explained. The conversation revolved around minor things about how everyone's day was and the things they'd done. Richie did the dishes while Marion put away any leftovers and Joanie went up to her room. Howard went to read his paper and Fonzie opted to take a small joy ride while the sun went down. Millany wasn't back by the time the Cunningham's went to bed and Fonzie returned.

He walked around to where Richie's bedroom window was and looked up at it. There were no lights on, indicating that Richie was sleeping. He wondered what Richie was dreaming about, or if he even was dreaming. And if he was, was it about him? All these different thoughts ran through his mind, until they came to a halt when the light in Richie's room snapped on.

Richie turned onto his side, settled for a moment before huffing and lurching onto his back in irritation. He couldn't sleep, not with Millany's words tumbling through his brain. He wanted to tell Fonzie how he felt, but he had no idea how to. This was all Millany's fault. If she hadn't noticed his love for Fonzie he might've been able to continue as they were-close friends. But no…not anymore. It was nagging at him.

'Notice how the stars shine brighter on some nights when you can't sleep.' Richie remembered Millany saying. He sighed and got up, turning on the light. He went to the window and looked out. The stars were very bright tonight. They lit up the sky, aided only by a sliver of a crescent moon. A small movement below caught his attention and he looked down, noticing a figure standing just out of the square of light his window cast. The figure looked very familiar. Fonzie. Richie opened his window and leaned out slightly.

"Fonzie?" He called out softly. "Is that you?" The figure stepped into the light and sure enough it was Fonzie. The brunette had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket and a rather sheepish smile on his lips.

"Yeah," He said, a hint of embarrassment clouding his smooth voice.

"What are you doing out there?" Richie asked frowning. Fonzie shrugged as if he didn't know.

"Just thinkin'," He said rubbing the back of his neck. Richie thought he looked really strange being nervous. He was so used to the Fonz being filled with self confidence and charisma.

"Aren't you cold?" Richie asked as a rather chilly breeze whipped through his red hair. He saw Fonzie draw his arms in closer but he just shook his head. "Wait right there. I'll be down in a minute so we can talk."

"Wait! You should get some sleep, Richie," Fonzie said, stopping the younger from leaving the window. Richie smiled down at him.

"I can't sleep anyway," He said before disappearing. Fonzie sighed and waited. Richie came out of the house in his pale yellow pajamas with the blue lining, slippers and a jacket. He grinned at Fonzie as he approached him. "What were you thinking about?" He asked standing in front of Fonzie.

"A lot," He said smiling at Richie. He looked so innocent in those matching pajamas and slippers. He didn't even look like he was eighteen. He looked sixteen again, like he was when they first met. He couldn't help it when he reached out and straightened the collar of the pajama top that had been turned up ever-so-slightly. Richie shivered slightly when Fonzie's fingers brushed against his neck.

"W-what do you mean by 'a lot'?" Richie asked softly. Fonzie didn't take his hand away from Richie's shoulder, his thumb stroking the pulse point at the bottom of his throat. It was now or never.

"I was wondering if you were dreaming, but you couldn't sleep so you weren't dreaming," He said, dragging his eyes up to meet Richie's. "Then I thought that if you were dreaming, would you be dreaming of me?" Richie sighed and reached up to take Fonzie's hand and lace his fingers through his.

"I do dream of you, Fonz," He said softly, his voice shaking slightly from nerves. "I-I dream of you every time I do dream." Fonzie stepped closer and his hand-the one not clutching Richie's own hand-came up to cup Richie's cheek gently. "Fonzie…I love you. I've loved you for…for as long I've known you. Sure it was awed admiration at first…but then…I don't know what happened, Fonzie. But I love you. I've never loved someone as much as I love you." Now that he'd said it Richie was more nervous than he had been beforehand. But it was out in the open now, and he couldn't take it back. A slow, gentle smile stretched across Fonzie's lips.

"That's good to know," He said, brown eyes sparkling from the starlight, a strange emotion that Richie couldn't place swimming in them. "Because I love you too." Richie's whole body relaxed in utter, blissful relief.

"Y-You do?" He asked, just to be sure, a wide grin fighting its way onto his face. Fonzie chuckled, grinning his own self.

"Would I lie to you, Richie?" He asked squeezing Richie's hand. The younger man shook his head, untrusting of his voice. Fonzie stepped closer until there was merely an inch between them. "I love you, Richard Cunningham," He whispered against Richie's lips. Their breaths melded together in the night air.

"Good," Richie breathed. "I love you too, Arthur Fonzarelli." Fonzie's arms wrapped around Richie's waist and pulled him in close, his lips pressing gently against the redhead's. Richie wound his arms around Fonzie's neck, running his fingers through his soft brown hair as he kissed him back. It was the most intense kiss either of them had shared. It expressed their love for each other and the relief at finally being able to express it. It was a long time before they pulled away to breathe. They just searched each other's eyes, finding only naked truth, full trust and pure love.

"Well it's about time." The two men jumped back and stared into the darkness in shock. Millany stepped into the light with a hugely smug grin plastered on her face. "I was starting to worry that neither of you would make a move!" The boys frowned.

"Wait…you told Fonzie to tell me?" Richie asked gesturing to Fonzie and then to himself. Millany's grin widened, if that was even possible, and nodded.

"Uh-huh," She said, suppressing laughter.

"And you told Richie to tell me," Fonzie concluded.

"Yep!" Millany answered, finally allowing herself to laugh.

"That's cold," Fonzie said shaking his head and reaching over to intertwine his fingers with Richie's. Millany shook her head.

"No, that's playing matchmaker," She said smirking.

"Millie?" A rather high and feminine voice called out from the shadows, making them all turn.

"Yeah, babe, I'm here," Millany called out, holding her hand out to the shadows. A small, tanned hand reached out and took her hand. The waitress from Arnold's stepped out the shadows and wrapped her arms around Millany's waist as she draped her arm over the smaller girl's shoulders. "Richie, Fonzie, this is my date, Michelle. Michelle, this is my cousin Richie and his friend Fonzie."

"I know them, kind of," Michelle said smiling. "They're over at Arnold's all the time." Fonzie and Richie were both staring at the two girls in shock.

"You're…a lesbian?" Richie asked finally. Millany barked in laughter.

"Wasn't it obvious?" She asked grinning. "I mean, come on! I wear all boy clothes, ride a motorcycle, and I wasn't fawning over Fonzie. Wasn't that practically a billboard sign?"

"I knew something was different about you," Fonzie said smirking. "I just couldn't place it." Michelle giggled and Millany planted a small kiss on the top of her head.

"Alright guys, I gotta take Michelle home," Millany said. "I'll be back in a few." The two girls turned and left into the shadows.

"You know," Fonzie said wrapping an arm around Richie's shoulders, "she's not so bad." Richie grinned and wrapped his own arm around Fonzie's waist.

"Nope," He said shaking his head. "She got us together, didn't she?" Fonzie chuckled and turned Richie to face him, giving him a firm kiss on the lips.

"Yeah," He said resting his forehead against Richie's and smiling. Richie smiled back. They kissed again and Fonzie walked Richie back to the door. "I'll see ya in the morning," He whispered kissing Richie's knuckles, making him blush immensely.

"'Night Fonzie," Richie said softly before kissing Fonzie again.

"'Night Rich," Fonzie breathed against Richie's lips. Richie backed into the door, not letting go of Fonzie's hand until he was forced to by the distance between them. The door shut and neither of them could help but grin. Richie beamed as he snuck back up the stairs to his bedroom. Fonzie watched as Richie's light was shut off before running up the steps to his apartment, giddy with happiness. He unfolded his bed from the couch and undressed, flopping down onto the mattress with a great sigh. Both Fonzie and Richie slept that night, knowing that they would always be together, no matter what.

Millany left within the next few days, promising Michelle that she'd call every night and that she'd visit every chance she got. Richie and Fonzie couldn't thank her enough for practically forcing them to face each other. When they'd gone into Fonzie's apartment for some alone-time they found a note on Fonzie's table from Millany with her number on it.

'Use wisely, and take care of each other.

P.S. Fonzie, just a reminder, if I hear you've done my cousin wrong, you and your bike are dead.


"What does she mean by 'just a reminder'?" Richie asked sitting on the couch and leaning into Fonzie's embrace.

"She, uh…threatened me the first time she figured out I was in love with you," Fonzie said chuckling. "I guess she was serious." Richie laughed.

"Oh, she was serious, Fonz," He said kissing Fonzie. "Dead serious. So you'd better treat me right." Fonzie laughed and kissed him lovingly.

"The Fonz never treats his baby badly," He said matter-of-factly. Richie grinned and pecked Fonzie's lips.

"I don't doubt it," He said settling into Fonzie's arms. "I love you, Arthur Fonzarelli." Fonzie ran his fingers through Richie's hair.

"I love you too, Richard Cunningham."