Writing Class

***Two Weeks Later - Monday***


“She’ll have water too,” Katya says sweetly. Vincent grabs a water bottle from the fridge and tosses one over to Katya, who barely manages to catch it with her inch long fingernails.

“You’re a lovely host,” Vincent compliments sarcastically, patting Miranda on the back a little too roughly when she walks past him out of the kitchen. There is no way she’s catering to his lady friends, it’s not like she’ll ever see them again anyway. Who cares what sort of impression she makes?

“Hostess,” Miranda corrects him as she sits down on the couch.

“Those are sooo good,” Katya coos, a hip cocked out to one side.

Miranda and Vincent both look at Katya blankly, not understanding what she’s talking about. She shifts under the scrutiny and adds, “Oh, I never eat them. Diet.”

Miranda swallows the insult and smiles back at Vincent, who doesn’t bother to hide his amazement.

“Hostess sweetheart. A woman who invites, welcomes, and entertains guests, often providing them with food and drink. Not the snack food brand,” Vincent says patiently. Miranda is constantly amazed with his tolerance. He can ignore anything as long as he can have sex with the girl afterwards.

Miranda doesn’t mind the company though, it’s better than being alone. All afternoon she was stuck without entertainment. Everyone she knew seemed to be busy or had already made plans. Finn left to see his parents in order to say goodbye to them properly. Vincent left hours before Finn, fully prepared to leave with a bang, by banging all who were willing.

She still can’t believe that Finn is leaving. His flight is tomorrow night and she’s stunned at how quickly it seemed to creep up on her. For the past two weeks, everything has been nearly perfect. 100% perfect if you’re just counting the sex. Finn wasn’t being overly self-confident when he told her that he can last for a very long time. She’s definitely not going to be one of those many women where not impressed with their first sexual experience.

But he’s leaving in a day and she can’t pretend it isn’t happening anymore, not now that he’s actually saying goodbye to his parents.

She’s expecting him to come home in a not so pleasant mood, so with all of her alone time, she baked cookies. She’s never been one for random cooking, but she got to the point where cookies seemed like a good random thing to bake. Besides, she didn’t actually have to do any cooking. Her job was to place the cookie dough on the tray, put in oven, turn oven on and wait for the buzzer. She decided on chocolate chip and oatmeal raison. Finn just about has orgasms for oatmeal raison cookies so she thought it would be a nice thought.

However, she had to hide a plate of cookies out of sight when Vincent arrived with an inebriated lady on each arm. The ladies weren’t the problem, Vincent likes his sweets. He’s tried multiple times to get Katya to eat one, but she has adamantly refused every offer. The other girl went up to his bedroom and hasn’t been seen since. Miranda guesses that she has either passed out or has created some elaborate sex playroom, complete with a swing.

Miranda’s going to miss being around Vincent; never a dull moment around that one. He had decided a few days ago that he would go back home to Kent, easily buying a first class ticket on Finn’s flight, and also upgrading Finn’s ticket to first class. There was a long discussion over who should be allowed to get the window seat. Finn won by mentioning that the closer Vincent is the aisle, the closer he is to sexy flight attendants and therefore, the closer he is to joining the \'Mile High Club\'. Vincent caved immediately.

Vincent’s cell phone rings and he puts his cookie sandwich down on the end-table, warning Miranda not to touch it. He flips his phone open, answering, “Make me giggle.”

Miranda smiles at his greeting choice and turns the TV on, beginning to start the program search. She stops on a home decorating how-to show and tries to ignore Vincent’s side of the discussion. It’s not anything she wants to be hearing while watching TV. Miranda briefly registers Katya sitting down next to her, but keeps her focus on the heated debate going on between a couple over what color to paint their kitchen.

“You’re just beggin’ for it,” Vincent laughs, not bothering to lower his voice, while walking around the couch to stand in front of the TV. “I’ll be dressed to the nines at your door in…two hours love.” He flips his phone shut and slides it in his pocket.

Miranda leans to the side, trying to see around him, and when she can’t she tries to shove him aside with her foot. He doesn’t budge and seems to be ignoring her efforts. He claps his hands together loudly, “Alright than, shall we?”

Katya jumps up from the couch and practically drags him upstairs. “Onward and upward!” he shouts regally as he climbs the stairs. Miranda shakes her head, still shocked at how obvious he is with his approach to women. He’s obviously planning on more women after these two, and they must know that. The guy definitely has balls.

Seconds after she finds a more enthralling show to watch, Finn walks in humming loudly, slamming the front door behind him. He slouches his jacket off, tossing it on a nearby chair, and swings himself over the back of the couch. After he lands heavily on his back, he shifts to set his head in her lap and smiles up at her, “Hi.”

“Hey, how’d it go?” she asks, automatically sliding her fingers through his hair.

“Better than I expected. Of course dad was a little drunk and shockingly enough, he’s a quiet drunk. I think they’ve nearly given up on me,” he says with mock hopefulness.

“You don’t think that,” Miranda reprimands.

“Actually I do,” he says with a sad laugh. “How sad is that?”

Miranda sighs, not knowing what to say. She contents herself with finger combing his hair, sticking it straight up. He turns his head towards the TV and they both silently watch a show neither one of them are interested in.

“Where’s Vince?” Finn asks quietly, almost not wanting to speak over the TV.

“Upstairs, entertaining some guests.”

“How many this time?”

“Just two. He’s taking it easy for his next date,” she says.

Finn laughs, “Good, I wanted us to be alone for the night.”

“Why? Planning on murdering me?”

Finn looks up at her with wide eyes and a shocked look on his face, “I am deeply wounded that you could ever say such a thing.”

“I’m sorry. Turrets, sometimes I let it get away from me. I didn’t mean it,” she apologizes sweetly.

“That’s better,” he says with a nod, turning back to the TV.

After a few seconds of silence, she asks curiously, “Really though, why don’t you want Vincent around?”

He shrugs, “Just wanted to be alone with you tonight. You know?”

She doesn’t answer, afraid that he’d hear sadness in her voice. He’s been avoiding using any words that could point to the fact that he’s leaving and she’s noticed. It doesn’t hide what he’s saying though. All she can do is enjoy the present.

**Two Hours Later**

“Good lord, aren’t you done yet? How long could it possibly take you?” Miranda demands, slapping the palm of her hand against the bathroom door. Finn originally went in to take a shower, but the water turned off a good ten minutes ago and he still hasn’t emerged.

“I never said you couldn’t come in, the door was never locked,” his voice is muffled through the door and Miranda sighs. She doesn’t know what exactly he meant by that, but she’s tired of waiting to brush her damn teeth.

She swings the door open and heads straight for the sink, not looking anywhere but down. She refuses to give him the satisfaction, since she’s most definitely sure that he’s naked and waiting for a reaction. Without looking up, she grabs her toothpaste and squeezes a little too much on the brush.

She can hear Finn moving around behind her, shuffling material, and she assumes that he’s getting dressed. Sticking the brush in her mouth, she lifts her head to look in the mirror. Her mouth drops open a little, the brush dangling out, when her eyes meet Finn’s. He’s standing directly behind her, and as far as she can tell, he’s shirtless. A shudder shoots through her body, settling in her stomach, at the way he’s looking at her. She feels him, more than she sees him, take a step closer. Heat is radiating off his body and she can feel it smooth over her back. In seconds his chest is pressed fully against her back and her eyes threaten to droop shut. His lips quirk up in a smile before he lowers his head to her neck, taking his time dropping small kisses on the skin he can reach. She moans softly, loving the feel of his lips pressed against her skin.

The toothbrush falls from her mouth, hitting the counter and rolling into the sink. His arms snake around her stomach, pulling her in closer to him. From the way he feels against her, she’s guessing that he never did put any clothes on. His hands begin pulling her shirt up and he quickly rids her of it, tossing it behind him. He immediately takes advantage of her bare chest, his large hands kneading the flesh. Her head falls against his shoulder and her hands shoot to his, holding his hands in place.

His mouth bites along her bare shoulder, driving her insane to the point of not being able to take it any longer. She spins around in his arms and captures his mouth with hers, immediately biting down on his bottom lip. His moan just about undoes her and she loses track of where his hands move.

Before she knows it, her pants are being pushed down her thighs. He pulls his mouth from hers briefly, than licks along her lip, muttering, “Mmm toothpaste.”

She can’t help but giggle, loving that he’s able to make her laugh while in such a situation. He’s definitely not one of those guys who are intimidated by a sexual partner laughing while having sex. Miranda guesses that it’s because he’s pretty comfortable with himself, plus most of the time she laughs because he brings it out of her on purpose.

Picking her up quickly, he deposits her on the counter and pulls her pants from around her ankles. Once he frees her legs, she wraps them around his waist, pulling him in closer. When he touches her, she feels as if there is nothing else and that time actually stops. The only thing in the world that matters is the present. It’s a beautiful feeling.

He mutters against her ear, his voice graveled, all the things he wants to do. He tells her how he thinks of her every minute, how everything reminds him of her. Her breath catches in her throat with every word he utters.

**Next Day**

“Fuck me, they’re fucking!” Vincent shouts, a finger pointing. Finn laughs when a mother grabs her son and drags him away from them. Miranda moves closer and realizes that the two chimps, are in fact, doing as Vincent says.

“Nah that’s not fucking,” Finn argues, sliding his hands in his pockets.

“Oh no? What do you call it?”

“Making sweet, passionate love.”

Miranda laughs and rests her head on Finn’s shoulder, squinting her eyes from the sun even though she has on sunglasses. Finn hooks an arm around her waist, and leads her closer to the chain-link. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Vincent studying the two chimps and she smirks.

So far, the day has been pretty relaxed. She chose what they should do on the ‘take-off’ day and she chose a trip to the Zoo. Krissy and Marcus were originally supposed to go along, but suddenly, neither one was free. Miranda suspects that Krissy finally just turned her sexual advances on Marcus and he couldn’t stand upright under the pressure.

After she voiced her Zoo plan, Finn decided that he had to change his look a tad. He tossed Vincent a marker and had him write on the plain white shirt he was wearing. She laughed when Finn told him what to write. In sloppy handwriting, his chest now says, “Ever See a Manimal?” She had a brief argument right afterwards whether or not he should have written Humanimal instead of Manimal. She doesn’t recall who won.

“I fuck in public, I pay a fine. This bastard fucks in public and no problem,” Vincent says angrily.

“Come on Vince, let’s leave them some privacy,” Finn says, motioning that they should move on.

“If privacy is what he wanted Sonny Jim, he would ‘ave dragged the tart in his cave. He wants us to watch.”

“How do you know that she’s not his girlfriend? Why does she have to be a tart?” Miranda asks, jabbing Vincent with her finger.

“No one fucks their missus like that,” Vincent insists arrogantly.

“Sorry man, I have to disagree with you on that one,” Finn says. Miranda jabs him with her elbow, but she can’t stop the smile.

“I can’t be arsed about your sex life,” Vincent says flippantly.

Finn laughs, “Yeah, cause you’re not involved.”

“What a cunt. Why don’t you just cut my dick off for fuck’s sake?!” Vincent shouts, thrusting his pelvis out in offering.

“I think we’ve offended enough people, why don’t we move on?” Miranda suggests, trying not to make eye contact with the obviously annoyed crowd.

“To the meerkats!” Finn orders.

“They’re all the way back to the start,” Miranda complains.

“I don’t care, and if the opportunity arises where I can snatch one, be prepared to open up that purse of yours. And it’s got to be quick. Those damn Zoo people come out of no where.”

**Two Hours Later**

Finn didn’t get his chance to snatch a meerkat, and has been moping ever since. It’s more of a ‘woe is me, pity me with kisses’ kind of mope, which Miranda is happy to comply with. After seeing the elephants and withstanding Finn’s theory as to the real reasons they flap their ears, Miranda was in the need of some food. She was given the job of holding a table while the two boys order food. They never took her order, so she’s prepared for whatever they could possibly set in front of her.

The heat is outrageous and she’s been slowly melting in the sun. Finn had refused the sunscreen she offered him before they left and she loves that he’s already looking red in the face and arms. Vincent lathered himself up with the stuff, and it turned out being a good idea since his shirt suddenly came unbuttoned the second he left the car. He’s very proud of his body, which is a body that makes it obvious the owner does not work out. Not that he’s out of shape, he’s just not the gym type. She laughs at the thought of either Finn or Vincent in a gym. Vincent considers every piece of his body as a sexual pull, just sucking the women in, and oddly enough he’s right. She doesn’t understand how he does it. Almost every woman that passes by eyes him. She’s sure it helps that on the back of his shirt he has written I’m British.

She takes her sunglasses off, happy that she managed to grab a table under an umbrella. A cheeseburger is slid in front of her and she smiles up at Finn. Vincent sits down, immediately digging in to his nachos, hardly giving himself time for air.

“Finn here almost got in a row,” Vincent says between mouthfuls.

“What happened?” Miranda asks, turning towards Finn, who sat beside her.

“Nothing, Vincent is exaggerating. The guy just forgot to give me my change,” Finn says, tossing a french fry at Vincent, who picks it up off the table from where it landed and pops it in his mouth.

“He was startin’ something. Sweet mother of Princess Di….” Vincent trails off, his attention focused at a point behind Miranda’s head. She turns around and finds a group of girls, one in which is focusing on Vincent.

“My god Vince,” Miranda says, turning back to Vincent.

“I’m a magnet,” he says by way of explanation.

“I’m not attracted to you,” she points out.

“Only cause I haven’t turned it on you,” Vincent says with a smug smile.

“I hardly doubt that’s why.”

“Finley?” Vincent asks, motioning with his hand for Finn to reply.

“Yeah it’s probably true,” Finn says with a nod.

“You don’t have a problem with that?” she asks incredulously.

“I’ve come to terms with it. I can’t compete with the accent.”

“Excuse me,” Vincent says, standing up and grinning at the girl. He moves around the table and walks over to join the group.

Seconds later, Vincent comes back and leans over between Miranda and Finn, speaking low, “They’ve requested my dashing friend who looks like a member of some sodding band I couldn’t give two tits about.”

Finn groans, glancing back at the group of girls, “Rand go over there.”

“What!?”

“It’s your job to fend them off.”

“I don’t think so,” she says, eating the last of her cheeseburger.

“You’d leave me to the harem?” he asks, his voice filled with betrayal.

“You’re a big boy. Besides, they look nice,” she says with mock sweetness.

Vincent pats him on the back, “Come on Finley, show the dame you’ve got yourself a set of balls.”

Glancing back at the girls again, Finn shakes his head slowly, “I’m morally opposed to anyone promoting ill taste in music.”

Not wanting to look back again, Miranda asks, “What music?”

“\'Fall Out Boy\', never heard of them.”

“Than how do you know that they’re bad?”

“Their name alone offends me. Besides, if they were good, I would know who they are,” Finn says smugly.

“We’ve got a music snob in our midst,” Vincent whispers in Miranda’s ear. Miranda nudges him, wanting his mouth far away from her ear. She’s never heard of them either, but she’d gladly defend the band if it meant arguing with Finn.

“Well I like them.”

“Oh shut up, you’ve never heard of them either,” Finn says with a grin, clearly enjoying her company.

“How do you know?”

“You’ve already forced me to endure your music collection, I don’t recall that band being among the masses.”

“Well they’re new and what do you mean you had to endure it? You like a lot of the same bands.”

“While this is true, \'No Doubt\'?”

“It’s just that one CD. They used to be good,” she says defensively.

“Okay I’ll give you that the music after \'Tragic Kingdom\' got progressively worse, but they were never good.”

“Well, you’re an ass.”

“I win,” he says simply, popping a fry in his mouth.

“Bite me.”

“Gladly,” he makes a move towards her and she shoots her hands up to push him back with a laugh. He grabs her arms and holds them to her sides, moving in to steal a kiss.

“God I’m gonna miss you,” Finn mutters when he pulls back.

“God I’m gonna be sick,” Vincent mutters, leaving the two.

**That Night**

“Right there!”

“Where?” Finn asks, slamming on the breaks. Vincent mutters a complaint from the back seat, still upset over the fact that he was denied the front seat.

“Next to the giant hummer,” she answers, pointing in the direction of the empty parking space.

“Thank jeezy bits,” Vincent groans, unclipping his seatbelt and leaning forward to pop his head between the two. Finn pulls into the space quickly and mutters something under his breath when he turns the car off.

“What was that?” Miranda asks, opening her door.

“I hate your stupid car,” Finn says, handing her the keys.

“No need for name calling.”

The flight leaves in two hours, they were told to get there early in case of a long wait to check in their luggage. Miranda was shocked when Vincent was already packed, she had half expected him to not even have a suitcase. He’s not taking everything, mostly leaving his house the way it is and just taking what he’ll need. She had helped Finn pack up the night before between the sex periods and found that it was a rather frustrating experience. The boy is a freakish packer and it was driving her insane. He roles his socks and puts them in his shoes. She found it crazy. Every time she put something in the suitcase, he had to take it out again and refold it. After a while she began purposefully messing his neat packing up, which just resulted in their having sex on his clothes.

The second they got home from the Zoo, Finn fell into a strange mood and has been on edge ever since. She’s kept it light, not taking offense to his grumpiness, and just continued to be herself with him. Vincent isn’t the type to ignore anything though, and has asked him twice what his problem is. His cure is getting drunk on the plane. She feels sorry for those poor flight attendants.

The two boys get their bags out of the trunk and they make their way out of the parking garage and over the bridge into the airport. Even with it being eight o’clock, the place is packed. She’s hoping that the crowds will die down by ten, but she doubts it.

“Bloody queues,” Vincent groans as they get in the back of the line that corresponds with their flight.

Miranda keeps an eye on Finn, ignoring Vincent’s continued complaints, and wonders what she can do to alleviate his grumpy mood. She wraps her arms around him from the back and hugs him but he makes no move that he recognizes her action. She sighs and lets him go, moving to stand next to him.

They spend countless minutes in silence while she entertains herself with Vincent. If Finn is going to be a grump, than she’ll let him. She’s determined not to bring herself down. Once she gets back home, than she can cry and mope all she wants. Right now, her being sad and dwelling on his leaving won’t help anyone.

“Bloody hell! It’s the fucking creeper from that movie with that fuckable bird.”

Miranda follows Vincent’s finger and smiles at the little boy he’s pointing at. He must be thinking of the little boy from \'The Grudge\', she can definitely see the resemblance. She’s really glad that the boy is far enough away that he didn’t hear what Vincent said.

“You really should watch your language around kids.”

“Sure sweet tits,” he says, wrapping an arm around Miranda’s shoulders.

**An Hour Later**

The line had moved rather quickly and they got the luggage checked in easily. Finn barely said two words the entire time, not even to tell Vincent to shut up when he began questioning the poor woman behind the counter on what would be done if his bag was lost.

Vincent disappeared five minutes ago to buy magazines for the flight, specifically pornographic magazines. Because of the tight security, Miranda isn’t able to go with them to the terminal, so they’re waiting for Vincent at the security check point. Finn sets his messenger bag down on the floor by his feet and leans back in the chair, sighing softly.

“Are you mad at me?” Miranda asks, not really thinking that he is, but wanting to make sure nonetheless.

He shakes his head and rolls his head to look at her, “I’m not mad at you Rand.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just have a headache and I don’t like flying all that much,” he says, forcing a smile on his face. She doesn’t buy his explanation for a second, but doesn’t push it. Instead she focuses on his writing career.

“You gonna name a character after me?”

“Huh?”

“When you write the great American novel, can I be a character?”

“It’s already been written. I can’t compete with Hunter S.,” he says, swinging an arm around the back of her chair.

“Well you can write one without the drug use,” she says with a grin.

“But where’s the fun in that?” he asks, pulling her in closer to him so he can kiss her on the forehead. She smiles, pleased that he’s in a better mood. She really didn’t want to say goodbye to him when he was in a bad mood and leave it like that.

“Oh Christ,” Finn mutters when he spots Vincent jogging over to them with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I have goodies,” Vincent says happily when he gets to them, swinging a bag in front of their faces.

“I’m scared to ask,” Finn says.

Vincent opens the bag and begins pulling things out. The first thing to come out is a \'Penthouse\' magazine, which is followed by a box of condoms, “Just in case.”

“You know they frown upon that don’t you? Sex in planes,” Miranda says slowly.

“Only the people who haven’t done it,” he shoots back.

He hands Miranda a \'Playgirl\' magazine and smiles at her when her eyes widen, “For the long lonely nights.”

“Oh thank you.”

“Don’t you mention it.”

“Vince, is there anything to eat in there?” Finn asks, patting his stomach. Vincent thrusts his hand in the bag and after digging around for a moment, he comes back up with a candy bar.

“This is it?” Finn asks when he takes the candy when Vincent offers it to him.

“The bird at the register was a real coffin dodger, I couldn’t risk any more trivialities,” Vincent explains.

Finn sighs, “I’ll get something while we wait to board. Speaking of…” he trails off as he checks his watch. Miranda feels like crying suddenly but resists the urge, not wanting to make things difficult. She disengages herself from Finn’s arm and stands up. Holding her hand out, he takes it and she pulls him up.

Vincent suddenly pulls Miranda in for a dramatic hug, almost knocking her off her feet. She laughs nervously, not sure if he’s planning on cutting off her circulation or not. He pulls away and holds her out, his hand gripping her upper arms, “Lemme take a look at you.”

“Vincent, stop molesting her,” Finn reprimands jokingly.

“A squeeze for the air?” Vincent asks, blatantly eyeing her breasts. She pulls away and swats him on the shoulder. Finn grabs her around the waist and pulls her back against him, burying his face in her hair.

“This is the beginnings of a mad hot orgy,” Vincent says in a sing-song voice.

“Vince, there’s a blond over there,” Finn says, nodding his head to the left. Vincent glances over and smiles when he sees the girl. He pats Finn on the head before taking off towards the blond. Laughing, Miranda turns around to face Finn, kissing him softly on the chin. He tips his head down and kisses her slowly, taking his time. She sighs in his mouth and grips his arms, which are tightening around her waist. Pulling away, he drops a small kiss on her nose and than up to her forehead. He brings his hands up to smooth over her face and up to the back of her head. His hands move back to her face, covering her eyes, and he leans in for another kiss. She smiles against him and runs her fingers through his hair, thinking about how much she’s going to miss seeing his bed-head style in the mornings. She runs his hands to his face, covering his eyes with her hands mimicking his actions. Laughing, he drops his head to her shoulder and than pulls away.

“I draw this out any longer and I won’t be able to leave,” he says sadly, his voice soft.

She nods her head, understanding. She feels the same way, thinking that it would probably be best if he just left before she lost control of her emotions. Just the fact that she hasn’t started crying yet tells her that it hasn’t even fully hit her yet.

“Okay,” she smiles. Stepping forward, she grabs him in a tight hug and releases him before he gets a chance to really hug back.

Finn takes a large step back and looks over at Vincent, shouting his name to get the man‘s attention. Vincent doesn’t take notice. He yells again, catching everyone’s attention, including Vincent’s, who glares over at Finn. Vincent kisses the blonds hand, saying goodbye, and returning to his friend.

“Way to squash a man’s cock.”

“Too much Vince,” Miranda laughs.

Finn picks his messenger bag up, sliding the strap over his head, and kisses Miranda on the cheek, “I’ll call you when we land.”

“Okie dokie,” she says. Vincent steps forward and kisses her on the cheek too, and without any sexual advances as well. She smiles, feeling so much pride well up for the British sex addict. He gives her a goofy grin and grabs Finn’s arm, “Come along than lad.”

Miranda gives a small wave when Vincent begins leading Finn away, who keeps his eye on her until he has to go through the security check. She watches them walk through the metal detectors and gives one last wave before the two disappear from sight.

Taking a deep breath, she sits back down slowly and leans her head back, closing her eyes. A part of her worries about what will happen to Finn and her once he’s gone. She doesn’t know if she can have a long distance relationship, or rather, if he can.

Opening her eyes, she stares at the ceiling, drowning in the sounds of the airport. Everything seems louder, echoing off the walls, deafening her. She loses track of time, only realizing it when her cell phone begins ringing. Pulling it out of her pocket, she glances at the ID and decides not to answer, not in the mood to talk to any friends right now. Once it stops ringing, she looks at the time and gets up when she realizes that she’d been sitting there for almost fifteen minutes.

Getting up, she begins her walk back to the exit, trying not to think about the person who just left her side. Her cell phone begins ringing again and she groans, fishing it out of her pocket again, she flips it open in annoyance.

“Yeah?”

~“Hey.”~

For a second she doesn’t breathe, wondering if it’s actually Finn or if she’s just projecting his voice onto a friend. The only reason she can think of as to why he would be calling is if he forgot something, so she asks just that, “Did you forget something?”

~“Yeah.”~

“Well where are you? Are you already on the plane?”

~“Seat 3A.”~

“Did you forget something important? I can always mail it to you,” she says. He doesn’t answer right away and when he does she really does stop breathing.

~“..come with me.”~

“Excuse me?”

~“I want you to come with me. I\'m asking you to come with me.”~

His voice is strong, not hinting at any possibility that he could be unsure of what he’s asking. She doesn’t know what to say, buying time, she asks a stupid question, “To England?”

~“Yes.”~

“To stay?”

~“Yes.”~

“I have school,” she says slowly, her mind still reeling from what he asked.

~“Drop the classes now and you\'ll get your money back.”~

“I can\'t just leave, what am I supposed to do in England?” she asks, feeling a little angry that he would ask her this now, after he’s already on the plane. He could have brought this idea up a week ago, hell he could have mentioned it at the Zoo and should wouldn’t have had a problem.

~“Be with me?”~

His voice sounds so innocent and hopeful that she can’t address his answer, instead she ignores it and asks, “Why wait till now? Jeez Finn, couldn\'t you have brought this up a little sooner?”

~“It didn\'t really hit me until I got on the plane. I sat down and I couldn\'t breathe. I know that it’s selfish of me to ask, especially at the last minute, but I don’t care. Come with me Rand. I can\'t take three months. I can\'t even take three days. I know I haven\'t been the most forthcoming with how much you got to me. Ask me anything. I\'ll tell you anything you want to know.”~

“Finn…I can\'t.”

~“Why? Cost of a ticket? I\'ll have a check waiting for you when you get on the plane. You\'ll get the money back.”~

“How do you even know that they have empty seats?”

~“Why do you think I took a flight this late? I hate flying in a full plane, they told me that this one was nearly empty.”~

“Maybe if you had asked earlier I would have had time to think. I can\'t just get on a plane and leave. I don\'t even have clothes.”

~“Your parents or a friend can pack some of your stuff up and mail it over. I just know that if I miss this, if I leave for three months, we won\'t survive it.”~

“What a nice attitude Finn. nice to know you have some faith in our relationship,” she says sarcastically, even though a part of her thinks the same thing.

~“Miranda I\'m practically begging you to come with me, this means a lot to me. But I have a bad feeling that something will happen, something will fuck it up if I leave you. I don\'t want to go through the ritual of fucking your memory away. And I know you well enough to know that the mere action of talking to me on the phone will begin to torture you. You\'ll cut me out. Please don\'t do this, just come with me.”~

“Finn…” she trails off, having no idea what to say.

~“I’d stay if I could, but I just can’t. I need this. I can’t give this up and I don’t want to give you up, please just come with me.”~

---TBC In The Final Chapter---


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AN: So the last chapter is next. I don’t know when it will be done. This one took a long time, not because of the writing, but because of other things. School started, which takes up a ton of time and my best friend lives in New Orleans. This Hurricane really messed things up, so I’ve been spending a lot of my writing time talking to him. Luckily, he’s okay, he just has no home or belongings. But talking to him a lot only helps the story, considering every male character is just another side of him. Even Vincent funnily enough. So anyway, cliffhanger I know, I’m sorry. But they aren’t all bad. I hope this chapter meets everyone’s standards, it’s not my favorite. I hope to have the last one up soon, within the month at least. Thank you to all the people who read and review, keep reviewing and reminding me to hurry up and write.