Okay, last chapter of Michelle, but hopefully the sequel will be posted soon (or at least it will be when I get off my @$$ and start writing)
Alias Fan Gillian - I wouldn't be too glad if I were you
h34r:
aliasgirl89 - but how long will they stay together?
YoungStarsOwner -
amisha - :lol: Hmm, let's see: can't answer the first question, maybe to the second, a definite no to the third, and you'll see the answer for the fourth soon!
aliasjunkie4ever - *picks up aliasjunkie4ever from the floor* you don't want to miss this chapter, trust me!
Epilogue:
“You ready?” I asked, turning back to face Will.
“Since when am I not ready?” He replied with a lop-sided grin. “On second thoughts, you’d better not answer that!” He interrupted just as I had opened my mouth to say something. We were standing on the threshold of what would soon be our house; mom’s, dad’s, Will’s and mine.
“OK, OK, I get it!” I said, laughing as I turned the door handle and opened the door.
“Wow,” I muttered, standing in the middle of the door way. The walls of the hall were a pale, mint green, a few paintings on the wall, one of which I recognized. Walking over to it, I immediately saw why.
“Hey, Will, come over and have a look at this.” I called, motioning for him to walk over. Taking pride of place in the centre of the wall was a painting of all four of us, identical to the photograph I had.
“Interesting,” Will replied, getting a mischievous glint in his eyes. “The TV’s mine!” He suddenly yelled, running into the living room and grabbing the remote, setting it to a music channel and jacking the volume up high.
“I’ll get you for that someday, William Vaughn!” I yelled at him over the noise, my hand clasped to my ears to try and block out the sound.
“What? This is payback for South Africa!” He replied, a cocky grin on his face. I made as if I was simply going to walk away to have a look at the rest of the house before I turned around and threw his bag at him.
“Yeah, well, I’m going out. You can clear all of this stuff away!” I said over my shoulder as I slammed the door.
*****
“How is everything?”
“Everything is going according to plan. There is nothing to worry about.”