Are you guys ready for this? The LAST chapter of MBFIAHTCAHCH. Ok I lied, there's an epilogue, but this is the official LAST CHAPTER!
Now it's time for everyone's fave part of the story. BANNER TIME!
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My Happiness - Powderfinger
Three hours. It had taken me three hours to bake this cake. My ten-year-old self was hardly a master chef, unlike my parents, but it was four layers high and smothered in bright blue icing. Sam's birthday was tomorrow and I had promised her the most delectable cake her tastebuds have ever experienced.
Wiping a smudge of blue icing of my cheek I brought it into my mouth and sighed with relief. It was edible. That's definitely a plus.
I had made mum and dad promise not to intervene with my masterpiece of eggs, milk and flour. It was like asking a five year old to go to bed after eating a cup of sugar. Useless and tiring. They kept barging in asking if I had set the oven to the right temperature, if I remembered how to whisk and asking to stir the mix just once but I finally managed to keep them away and my finished product tastes pretty damn good if you ask me.
I took the cake onto the coffee table in the living room to show my family my brilliant culinary masterpiece, but discovered they weren't in the living room. They couldn't be to far. I'll just go and look for them.
This was really all my fault. I wasn't thinking.
Leaving the cake, let alone anything edible alone where Beethoven, my completely mad Saint Bernard, can get to it is about the stupidest thing you can do in my house. But I was determined to show my parents I could cook just as good as they could, so I ran upstairs looking for them.
Meanwhile, while I begged my parents to come downstairs and try my cake, my Saint Bernard shovelled down the last of the bright blue cake, leaving an explosion of crumbs all over the floor.
I remember contemplating strangling my dog when I saw his mane of fur cloaked in crumbs of blue.
All that work! All that planning for the most unique and spectacular gift, ruined!
I screamed my head off at him and dragged him by the collar outside, yelling at him for another ten minutes. He just gave me his habitual lop-sided-tongue-out smile as if to say who me?.
"Katie," Dave called out to me from behind. It was entirely common for us to just go barging into each other's house. I mean my family practically saw him as one of the Simons' he's over so often. "I'm sure whatever BB did isn't worth strangling over." Like usual he read my mind. His calm and collected smile seemed to douse the fire burning inside of me threatening to cook Beethoven as a cake.
"He.Ate.My.Cake." I said through gritted teeth. Dave took another curious look at my stupid dog and started laughing.
He was laughing at me?! I had just had three hours of my life ripped away from me by a hungry Saint Bernard and he thought it was funny?!
"Dave!" I bellowed at me, and his bit his lip to hold the laughter back. "This isn't funny alright! That cake was for Sam's birthday tomorrow. It took me three hours to make!"
"Aww come on Katie. Don't worry okay?" He grabbed me by the wrist and took me back inside. "We'll just go buy a new one. She'll never tell the difference." His cheeky smile of confidence sealed the deal.
We walked together down to the corner shop, and purchased the biggest chocolate cake they had and everyone devoured it greedily the next day at school.
"Thank you Dave. You totally saved my butt yesterday." I thanked him, eating another fork full of "my" cake.
"No problem." He stole a handful of cake off my plate, laughing. "What are best friends for?"
"Katie, do we take the next left to the airport or what?" Hayley asked me, waking me out of my flashback.
No matter how this all turned out Dave would always be my best friend, I had to keep telling myself this. Even if I lose him, I'll still have the memories.
Even if you do get to him time what are you going to say?
Yeah... I was hoping you could help me with this one brain? I know your life goal is to laugh at me make a fool of myself, but can you please help me out this once?
No can do buddy, this is entirely the hearts department!
Please?
Just tell him how you feel! And that you're sorry for everything and you really meant to chose him but Danny is an ass and intervened.
I couldn't quite figure out how someone could go from saving my life one day to trying to.. force me the next. But I think deep down inside Danny couldn't bring himself to help kill someone, or seriously injure. His microscopic conscience stepped in and made him sit in my chair that history lesson, not out of love, but out of fear.
"Yeah just turn up here." I replied to Hayley and my stomach tightened. I was really about to do this. The windscreen wipers swiped away malevolent raindrops. Of course it had to rain NOW.
There were cars everywhere. Reporter vans flooded the parking lot and hysterical girls piled out of cars and ran screaming into the airport to get a final look at Dave before he left. All the people who weren't planning on attacking Dave, or just didn't know were swearing and beeping in frustration. Hayley continued up the heavily congested road and I passed terminal after terminal, getting more nervous by the seconds. Suddenly the car slammed to a stop and Hayley swore furiously.
Parking Lot Full
The sign flashed at me in a sinister "Game Over" way.
"Katie, you're going to have to make a run for it if you want to make it to Dave in time." I stared at her as if she had just grown two heads.
Run. Across the airport. In the rain. In high heels!?!
"I'm sorry Katie, but it's really just over there," She pointed to the automatic doors across the road from us.
"Hayley! Do you want me to die?" I shouted nervously and she laughed.
"Don't worry I'll meet up with you when I find a parking spot. Katie, GO!" She gave me a quick hug and pushed me out of the car. I mouthed thank you to her and she sped away.
And that's when I realised the impending doom speeding at me.
Hayley had dropped me off in the middle of four lanes of traffic.
If I lived I was so going to kill her for this.
I had a split second to react as the breaks came screeching at me. Raindrops pelted my body as I leapt out of the way of one car, but found another speeding straight towards me. Stumbling backwards I narrowly missed being obliterated by a truck. I ran swiftly across two lanes but the SUV beeping at me wasn't planing on slowing down. I dived out of the way, scratching all up my left arm when I landed, in the path of a Taxi. Thankfully luck was on my side this time and the cab driver slammed on the breaks and stopped.
"What is wrong with you!?" He screamed, shaking his fists angrily at me.
A small crowd had formed around us. Seeing a girl run through traffic in a formal dress isn't something you see everyday.
"Sorry!" I shouted, finding my feet and sprinting into the airport. A huge clock on the wall told me it was 8:53. I had seven minutes until Dave's plane leaves.
I ran over to the boards flashing plane arrival and departure times and scanned hastily for LA. 9:00 departure.
Were is it!?!
Luckily I didn't have to wait long because a woman's voice came over the intercom.
"Final boarding call for all departures to Los Angeles in gate thirteen." I let out a small moan.
Thirteen! Are you kidding me!?
I didn't have time to mull over my stupid superstitions. I had to stop Dave. Sprinting across the airport I heaved with nerves when I saw the ticket taking machines.
End of the line. This was my finale. Curtains closed I was screwed.
"Excuse me miss, you need a ticket to go through here." A security guard told me in a bored tone.
"Please you don't understand! I have to tell Dave Miller I love him! He's about to leave and I'll never get the chance again!" I pleaded with the man and he just scoffed at me.
"Yeah you and every other teenage girl I've stopped today." My heart sunk.
"Please! Don't you recognise me? Dave Millers "drug addict" best friend?" I tried and his eyes widened in shock.
"You're carrying drugs? Miss I'll have to ask you to come with me."
Oh God..
"No I don't have drugs on me!" Suddenly I had an idea. A foolish, reckless idea that was no doubt going to land me in jail. But Dave leaves in four minutes so I have to be rash. "Wait I do have a ticket, let me just get it." I leaned over as if to pull something out of my pocket, and swung my head back, bashing into the security officers nose and knocking him backwards.
I had a three second window of opportunity, so I jumped over the ticket machines and sprinted as fast as any girl could in high heels. A gate 13 sign took me left and I ran faster, my blue dress flowing behind me. I knocked people over in my haste as three security guards ran after me.
But I couldn't go any further. There was a wall of people in front of me. Every possible area around the gate was filled with people. Fans and press were screaming and blocking off any access I had to Dave. I turned around and saw the security guards running at me so I pushed as hard as I could past people. Years of practice at mosh pits had really paid off.
The security guards were trying to push in but this time people were not going to let anyone else in. They were shouting and blowing whistles, I pushed further and deeper into the crowd. I turned around, pushing past more screaming people, calling out Dave's name.
And then I saw him.
I don't know how I did through the enormous crowd that was suffocating him, but I did.
He could have been on the other side of the planet but my eyes would find him. Sighing nervously I ran at the crowd of fans and stalkerazzi, trying to break free and reach him.
It was utterly useless. Dave was about to board and I was going to lose him forever. Suddenly, as if a light bulb popped over my head I had an idea.
Running over to a set of chairs, careful not to trip over my dress, I stood on top and screamed as loud as I could "Tom Cruise and Heath Ledger are making out over there." Pointing to a random spot behind me, and instantly the crowd bolted, knocking one another over to get an exclusive photo.
And then he was looking at me. The speech I had been preparing all night escaped my mind instantly and all I could hear was my own heartbeat. I stood down nervously and took three shaking steps over to Dave. My dull blue eyes met his blazing emerald ones. His lips formed a strong straight line and he glared. With each step I took it felt like a kilometre was separating us.
This does not look good.
"Dave." I tried to sound fierce and determined but it came out as a timid cry.
"Stop there!" The security guards pushed past people and I swore under my breath. I had to be quick.
His gaze remained unchanged as his eyes bore into mine. I gulped and stepped closer to him looking down at my feet. He was only a few feet away from me. I could reach out and touch him, just to see if he was real.
"I....," Where was my brilliant speech that he couldn't refuse? Where was my head? I was losing it. "You see....," I lifted my head and instantly my stomach was a swarm with butterflies. He was breathtaking. "Its just.... Dave..." He kept his gaze unforgiving and I felt a salty tear roll down my cheek. He was glaring at me. Someone who loves you doesn't glare...
I had to act drastically.
And I stood on my tippee toes and pressed my lips to his. The reaction inside of me was instant. The electricity pulsed through my veins and those fireworks in Paris were erupting all over again. My legs felt like they would collapse underneath me from the sheer bliss of this moment. But I realised something.
He wasn't kissing me back. I had waited to long and he no longer loved me. I had broken his heart, and now he was going to break mine.
I pulled away from him and felt more tears roll down my eyes. His plan to break my heart had certainly worked. I looked one last time into his perfect face, memorising those beautiful eyes that were now wide with shock, and I breathed a soft "I'm sorry."
I ran and I ran and I ran until my legs were nearly numb. Of course the security guards tried to follow but I was too fast for them. I tripped over three times, and once knocked into a businessman who poured his coffee all over me, but I didn't care. Why oh why did I wear heals? I pushed past Hayley who grabbed me by the waist and tried to ask what happened. She called out after me, but I didn't stop.
I ran outside and the gale force winds knocked me head on. It was pouring. Monsooning even. The rainwater was up to my ankles as I jumped into the nearest taxi, oblivious to the fact I had no money on me and shouted "Angel Park" at him, and we were driving.
Clutching my knees to my chest, not caring if I crushed the dress or not, I cried. I sobbed painfully, my emotions matched by the rain pelting the taxi.
"Miss are you sure you want to go here? It's pouring out." The cab driver asked me as a bolt of lightning lit up the sky. I nodded and he rolled his eyes. We drove faster in the pouring rain and I knew we were close.
"Have you ever had your heart broken?" I asked the cab driver in a husky voice. He tilted his mirror, looked me in the eyes and laughed.
He actually LAUGHED. I was having my heart broken and he thought it was funny?!
"Miss, how old are you? Fourteen? I know this will be hard to believe, but you'll get over it." I glared at him.
"I'm seventeen. Eighteen in two months, and I don't think I'll 'get over it'." Venom laced my words. "I just lost the one boy I'll ever love and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to just 'get over it'! Did Bella just 'get over it' when Edward left her?!" He looked at me as if I was insane. Hey come on! You try to talk some sense if you had just lost the only boy you'll ever love! "He's my best friend! It's not supposed to end like this!"
"And how is it meant to end?" He asked me with a grin.
"We're meant to get together. Haven't you seen the movies? He was meant to sweep me up into his arms and forgive me. I love him! It's not fair!" I moaned, tears flowing down my cheeks. Thank god I was wearing waterproof mascara.
"Not much in life is fair, Miss. It's not an easy lesson to learn, but there isn't always a happy ending." My stomach lurched. Happy ending my butt.
He pulled up into the park, tsking as he stopped.
"Miss, you're going to get soaked. Are you sure?" His voice was kinder. He looked back at me in pity.
"Yes," Was all I could manage in a whisper. We both looked over at the money I owed and he sighed.
"Look, don't worry about it. It's on me." He winked at me. I smiled as more tears fell down my face.
I opened the cab door and stepped out. It was raining so hard it only took a few seconds for me to be completely soaked from head to toe. My dark hair stuck to my face and I pushed it out of my eyes.
Of course Angel Park was completely deserted. Only an idiot would come here in weather like this. Maybe if I ran fast enough I'd catch the cab and get him to take me home?
But I knew it was too late. Just like I was too late to stop Dave. He's probably halfway to L.A by now.
I ran through the rainwater that was like ice against my ankles. It sloshed underneath me as I pushed through it. I stepped up into the grass and fell flat on my chest as my heel stuck in the mud. The dress was ruined and on top of everything Chloe was going to kill me. The whole front of my body was brown from mud, but in a few seconds the rain washed most of it off.
Sobbing, I took of my other heel and ran to the nearest tree. Every one of my instincts was telling me stop you idiot! Because everyone knows the worst place to be in a thunderstorm was under a tree. But I was that far gone I didn't care. I sat down slowly, hugging my knees and cried as hard as it was raining.
I was an idiot alright. I had left it to late to repair any damage with Dave and now he was probably sipping champagne in his private jet, laughing with the pilot about some inside joke, completely over me. If this is how Dave had felt I really was a bitch.
"Katie!" Dave's silky voice called out in the back of my mind. I could already picture him. His was a face I would never forget. A huge bolt of lightning ran across the sky like the roots of a tree in a brilliant purple.
Stop it brain! Don't make me remember his voice.
Uhh... thats not me.
What?
"Katie!?" Dave's voice was stronger in my mind. The rain washed away all the tears that came with the memory of his voice. I held my knees tighter and groaned. This feeling was horrible.
"Katie!" I called out once again. In some kind of sick hallucination I could even imagine his footsteps running towards me.
I looked up to confirm that I was now insane and the wave of shock that fell over me left me breathless.
There he was. Soaked to the bone, water rushing off his hands and neck, his shirt clinging to his hard chest. He pushed a hand through his now jet black, from the rain, hair and offered me his hand.
All I could do was open and close my mouth like a fish. My throat tingled and butterflies swarmed my stomach.
"Katie." He spoke softly. Another bolt of lightning danced along the sky, followed by what sounded like a jet engine. The thunder was defining.
I tried to find my feet. Slowly I released my arms from around my knees. I wiped some of the mud off my arms and pushed my body off the ground. I stood up slowly, knees shaking.
"Sh-Shouldn't you be h-half way to L-L-L.A?" My teeth clattered. Pneumonia here I come!
None of this made sense.
He stayed perfectly still, his electric green eyes watching me in awe.
"Why did you kiss me before?" He asked and I blushed madly. Pushing my wet hair of my eyes I stepped towards him and out of the protection of the tree. I was drenched once again. All around us cars were pulling up with satellite disks on them. Hundreds of paparazzi circled us, dead silent except for the sound of camera's going off. Dave seemed to ignore the fact that we were surrounded. "Why?"
I looked slowly up and him and gulped down my fear. Biting my lip I took a nervous step towards him and noticed his hands were shaking. "Because I love you. I always have. But I'm sorry Dave. You have no idea how sorry I am. I wish that I could go back and fix everything. I wish I could go back and tell you this before I broke your heart. I know I'm to late, but I just have to tell you that I love you. Always have, always will."
His expression was unreadable. A mixture of amazement, fury and, but I was probably kidding myself, happiness.
The crowd buzzed and cameras flashed as bright as the lightning all around us. "I mean, that day when you rescued me from Lisa and Danny kissed me like that, I knew that I loved you. You, not Danny. I wanted to tell you but then you ran off and I'm sorry Dave. I really am. I understand if you just want to turn around and run from me. I mean I can't be making much sense," I was speaking a mile a minute. My words were running together and plus the teeth chattering it must have come out like 'I rove ew Jave' but I continued.
"Katie," He spoke my name, making my heart flip.
"I know what I did to you was horrible and that I don't deserve to be in the same country as you-" He cut me off again
"Katie-"
"And I know you could be dating a Victoria's Secret supermodel not a muddy freak who can break someone's nose and draw better then anyone in school. I know this Dave. Its how the world is suppose to work. But I want to try. Dave I love you."
"Katie!" I ended my rant and looked up into his unforgettable eyes. He was grinning at me, as if... well as if he loved me back. I held my breath. "Shut up."
And then he did something that would be on the front page of every newspaper in the world.
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He stepped forward, wrapping one arm around my waist and used his free hand to push the hair out of my face, and pull it closer to his. "I don't know what you're talking about ," He rested his forehead against mine and I looked up at him in amazement. He cupped my face in his hand. "But I would choose the muddy freak over the supermodel any day. You look beautiful, like always."
And then he was kissing me. He kissed me and my once broken heart exploded to life and I wrapped my muddy arms around his neck and kissed him as strong as I could back. No sappy romance novel or romantic movie could begin to describe the feeling that buzzed through me. I laughed, against his lips in sheer happiness and he kissed me harder.
This kiss was by far the most amazing thing I have ever felt. And this time no one was there to interrupt us, besides the hundreds of reporters who had exclusive footage to our private moment. But it was just that, our private moment. Nobody else's. And whatever the press splashed across the tabloids tomorrow I knew I could face. With Dave by my side I felt like I could do anything.
If we weren't both so focused on the other we would have seen the rare spectacle of nature that was behind us. Lighting up the sky behind our kissing bodies was a lightning shower. The pictures in the newspaper tomorrow would show a familiar picture. One that my sister would swear resembled the picture of my sixth birthday.
This was better than any movie. It was real life, and my reality was having a happy ending.
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