AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LAST CHAPTER! I DID IT! I FINISHED MY FIRST FANFIC(my first official fanfic was a role play for TDI) BUT I FINISHED MY FIRST STORY WHOO! I AM STOKEDDD! There is so much i want to thank you all for! All of you readers, and reviewers! Even the anonymous ones i can't reply to and say "thanks so much for the review" or whatever. But, thanks you guys! Thanks so much! My heart is so full from all of the support, i love you all so much 3 I can't believe i'm at the last chapter. It feels like just last week i was putting up my first chapter, but i was wayyy to nervous to do it, because i didn't think anyone would like it! I want you all to know I will have a new story sometime soon! I don't know when, but soon! I'm still thinking of a title, but i have the first two chapters written! But, i'm done with my rambling. Thanks again, for everything, everyone. I love you all so much.

*EXTRA*

MUSICCCC: There was so much music involved in this story. Here are some songs i recommend you listen to, which were also used in this story!

Live Like We're Dying - Kris Allen (originally by The Script)
Alright With Me - Kris Allen
Before We Come Undone - Kris Allen(anyone sensing a theme here?)
Bless The Broke Road - Rascal Flatts(DUHH :D)

i can't think of anything else, because i'm buzzing for this to post! But, i used a lot of Kris Allen because i feel like his music is something Trent would play. Like, mellow, slightly rocker, relaxing, with that awesome acoustic guitar feel. You know what I mean.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TDI/TDA SERIES OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.

Thanks again, everyone. Much Love.

Trent P.O.V.

For once in a long time I woke up early, on a Sunday morning knowing exactly what I wanted to do, and I knew where I was going. I hopped out of bed, dad wasn't home, naturally he was already working. But, today I wasn't going to let that bother me. I wasn't going to let anything, or anyone bother me.

I went to the towel closet, and grabbed a towel and a facecloth and walked into the bathroom, and started the shower. I began undressing and jumped into the shower. Then I did something I rarely did, I began to sing in the shower. Yeah, you can say I'm an aspiring musician, but I have a theory that singing in the shower damages your vocal chords, by straining them. It's a weird, complicated theory, but today I don't care.

"You know we only got, eighty-six four hundred seconds in a day, to turn it all around, or just throw it all away, gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say gotta live like we're dying, oh." I sang.

I let the water go through my hair, and I washed it and continued singing. Today is going to be a great day. It's awesome outside, spring is here! The weather is warm, I could hear birds chirping which is something I rarely notice. Courtney and I are hanging out today. I don't know where we will go, but I'm definitely bringing my guitar.

I got out of the shower, and changed into a different set of clothes. Something bright, something colorful. I grabbed a pair of light blue jeans, and my yellow long-sleeved shirt, with a green short sleeve shirt to go over. Both solid colored, but both stand out. I shook my head, letting water droplets shake from me, and fall onto the floor.

I change into my clothes, grab my guitar and fall back onto my bed. I use my fingers to strum my guitar, and sing as I go along, sing songs that don't even make sense. My cell phone starts ringing, I take a final strum of my guitar, and leave it on my bed. I roll over off my bed, and grab my cell phone off of my wooden nightstand. My cell phone flashed the name Courtney.

"Hey, Court." I grin.

"Hello, and what are you up to?" She asks.

"Nothing, why?" I fall back onto my bed, staring at my ceiling, tracing circles with my eyes.

"You sound like you're up to something." She giggles. The good energy must be around everyone, because Courtney rarely giggles.

"I'm just happy." I answer.

"Yeah, me too." Even though we're talking over the phone, I can tell she is smiling.

"So what are we gonna do today?" I ask.

"Hm, I don't know. Go to the plaza? Grab a pizza, walk around. It's so nice out."

"It is," I agree. "Are you coming here, or should I pick you up?"

"I'll meet you at your house. But, you're driving."

"That's alright with me."

I pull into the plaza, with Courtney in the passengers seat. Our windows are rolled down all the way, and we're blasting music in the car. "I know you better than you know, you can fight but it's not over, I say to stop but you start to go, I guess that means L-O-V-E!" We sang along to Kris Allen in the car, I picked the CD up at Cool Tunez the other day.

I pulled into a parking spot, and Courtney jumped out of the car. She walked up to the gazebo, I grabbed my guitar out of the back seat then followed behind her. I strapped the guitar onto my back, and began playing the song we were just listening to in the car. The plaza wasn't crawling with people like I expected. Sunday's aren't busy, I guess. Courtney sat down on the bench.

"When was the last time we were here, again?" She sighed.

"Uh….September?" I guessed.

"Right." She nodded her head, "September."

I stopped playing, and sat on the bench with Courtney. She nudged her knuckle against mine, and smiled. "Someone's happy." I note.

"Yeah, I am." She bit her lip.

"Why are so happy? No offense, but you're never like this."

"Because, everything is finally working out." She leaned back onto the bench.

"What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Us! We're finally….together, again. Like we use to be." She grinned.

"Yeah, that is…awesome." I smile back.

Her eyes beamed and she leaned forward again. She has a point. Everything is going back to the way it was before. Minus the tension between us, Gwen, and Duncan. Okay, there is still tension. But, it isn't as awkward, or as strange. Duncan and I hate each other a little less, I can't say the same for Gwen and Courtney, but they like to hold grudges. Besides, girls can be catty.

"C'mon, let's go walk around!" Courtney jumped up.

"Well, I have to put my guitar down." I started walking toward the car.

"Fine, meet me in….Pac Sun!"

"Pac Sun? Isn't that a skater store…you know they don't sell cashmere sweaters, right?" I tease.

"Call me a rebel." Courtney winked.

I took a deep breath of the air. It felt pure, real, refreshing. I'm so happy that for once everything is less complicated. As if all of the problems, and drama are winding down. School is ending in a few months, Gwen and I get closer within each day, everything is finally…not perfect…but, just right.

Courtney P.O.V.

"Awesome, a hackey sack!' Trent grabbed one from off the shelf, and kicked it in the air. The hackey sack flew across the store, and one of the hats on the mannequins fell off. The guy at the counter didn't look like he could care at all.

"You should work on that." I advised. Trent shrugged, and leaned against one of the displays, "So why are we in here?" he asks.

"I don't know…I've never been in here before." She shrugged.

"Nice…so are you going to buy something…or can we go?" He asks.

"Hold on, hold on. I'm not leaving until I buy something." I try to sound determine.

"This will take forever." Trent groans, leaning off the display and walks across the store to grab the hackey sack.

Trent throws the hackey sack to me, and I successfully catch it. "I rock." I smirk, and put the hackey sack back. I scan through the store, and pull out a purple tank top. "How about this?" I ask Trent.

"No, it's not complex enough." I scoff, and then laugh a little and put it back on the rack. I place my hands on my hips, and pursed my lips. "Okay, we're done. Next store." I started walking out the store, and Trent ran after me. When we exited the store, Trent pulled the hood of my gray sweatshirt over my head, and pulled the strings, tightening the hood closed. I heard him chuckle and his footsteps hurried away.

"Trent!" I hollered after him, and pulled off my hood. It might be gorgeous out, but the wind makes it ten degrees cooler then it should be.

"Where are you going?!" I call after him, and kept chasing him. He kept laughing, and ran into a random store. This is what I have been needing. A feel good, easy, fun day. Who cares about what's suppose to happen, or what is going to happen. Finally, for once I feel good. I'm in control, and not in the psychotic way I usually act. But, I know if you feel good, everything and everyone else around you will too.

Duncan P.O.V

The video game screen flashed 'winner' in purple and green repetitively. Gwen turned around, smirking at me. "I won, again. I rule!" She pumped her fist in the air.

"Yeah, right. I'll clue you in, Gwendolyn-" Gwen punched me in the arm for using her full name. "Ow." I rubbed my arm. "I'll clue you in," I continued. "I let you win."

Gwen barked a laugh, "Oh, yeah that's rich." She rolled her eyes as her laughter died down.

"What you're my best friend, I gotta let you win every once in a while.""Yeah, okay." Gwen leaned off the game machine, and strutted out of the store. I chuckled, and followed her out.

I draped my arm around her, "Where to now?" I ask.

"I don't care. I already checked out the book store the other day. I'm kind of starving now."

"Eh…we can eat later I have too much energy." I shrug my arm off of Gwen, and start jogging backwards past all of the stores.

She rolled her eyes, and I turned into Cool Tunez. I heard Gwen groan outside of the store. I chuckled and past the front desk, and a bored looking blonde, slumped down. I walked down to the back where the Playboy magazines were. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm not a big fan of reading.

Gwen ran up behind me, and jumped on my back. I let out a yelp, and she laughed hysterically. She threw her hands over my eyes, blocking my vision. Not cool.

"Girl, what are you doing?" I ask, trying to steady myself. If she falls, it's not my fault.

"I don't know, I'm bored." She said simply.

"Get off me, before you fall." I felt her weight lift from me, and I could see again.

Gwen placed her hands on her hips, and had a small smile on her face. She was dressed differently then usual. She wore white jeans, and her usual black combat boots, and a midnight blue fitted t-shit. But, her outfit was less depressing then usual.

I slid down, and leaned against the display. Gwen sat down next to me, "What a year this has been." She noted.

"Right? It's like everything has taken a whirl wind, and the old Duncan and Gwen turned into these totally different people." I say.

"Yeah, I mean…we disconnected during the year, and I'm sorry." Gwen frowned at me.

"I'm sorry too…and don't forget it. I never apologize." I tease.

"You're a huge softy, you know that, right?"

"Psht," I roll my eyes. "So not."

Gwen scoffed, "So yeah! I bet Courtney would agree…" She smirked.

"Like you'd know, you can't get within ten feet of her without exploding."

"Dramatic, much?" she challenges.

"Liar, much?" I mimic.

Gwen punches me in the arm, and pulls her knees up to her chest. "You sure like to hurt me." I point out.

"Someone is a little sensitive. Maybe Courtney can kiss your boo-boo for you." Gwen teased more.

"Someone's bitter." I snap.

"Not bitter, I'm always like this. But, you wouldn't know because we haven't hung out in, forever!""Right, because it's always my fault? Anyone with the name Trent ring a bell?"

"Touché." She mumbles.

"Uh…what?"

"Touché. It's something you say when someone says something clever, and you have no comeback." I thought this over, "I like the sound of that."

"You would." Gwen shrugs.

"So,"

"Yeah?" Gwen perked up.

"Who would have thought you'd be dating a 'musician'" I say with air quotes.

"And who would have thought you'd hook up with a preppie." She shoots back.

"Not me." We say in unison. Then we laugh at the same time.

I turn my head, and I already see Gwen looking at me. For the first time I think I'm seeing Gwen clearly. I've known her all of my life, and I've been there for her all of my life. That's why we're friends. We both click with one another, and we both get each other. I'm always going to be apart of her life, no matter who she dates, and no matter who I date. That's how things are going to work, I already know it.

She will always be there for me, and I will always be there for her. "So you want to go get some food?" I ask.

"Sure." She nods her head.

I get off the floor, and Gwen sticks her hands out, and I pull her off the ground. I drop my arm around her shoulders again, and we walk out the store together, and head toward the pizza parlor.

The sun is shining down brighter then usual. Or brighter then I have ever noticed, I'm not sure which. But, everything is wrapping up quite nicely today. With my best friend, hanging out, clicking, like old times. They say you can't go back in time, and what happens in the past should stay in the past. But, I say that isn't true. You can be whoever you want to be, and go wherever you want to go.

My best friend and I have lost our ways for a while, but now we're back into place, and didn't miss a beat. It's funny how life can surprise you. Turns out life is full of surprises, and a lot of them are good ones.

Gwen P.O.V.

Duncan opened the door to the pizza parlor, and I ducked down under his arm and walked in. Duncan let the door shut behind him, and he practically slammed into me. "Whoa, Gwen what's your deal?" Duncan stopped talking when he saw where I was looking.

I've never had a case of déjà vu this serious before. It's a beautiful day out, I'm with my best friend, I spend the day at the plaza, we go to the pizza parlor, we see Courtney and Trent together in a booth. Just like in September.

"Whoa." Duncan and I mumble at the same time.

"Okay, this is weird." Courtney says to no one in particular.

"I know, déjà vu, much?" I let out a half laugh.

Trent got out of the booth, and came up to me, and gave me a hug. He kissed my hair, and led me to the booth, I slid in next to him. Duncan sat next to Courtney, and put his arm around her waist.

"I never thought in a million years this would happen." I say.

"You and me both." Courtney agrees.

"But, you know…I like this. I mean, okay, no offense, Courtney you can still be as annoying as hell-

"-and Gwen you can be the most pessimistic person to walk the face of the earth-" Courtney cuts in. I wrinkle my nose before I continue with what I want to say.

"Well, babe you're probably the most controlling person I know." Duncan says to Courtney. Courtney scoffed, and Trent chuckled.

"Why are you laughing, Trent sometimes I question your sanity!" Courtney says.

"My sanity?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Totally. Think about it, you're like this perfect well-rounded guy. But, everyone cracks sometimes." Courtney winks.

"Oh dear, God." I mumble, my hand covering my face.

"Well, Duncan is the most dangerous person we all know! Seriously, dude. You scare me. Sometimes." Trent says.

"I scare you?" Duncan's face lights up.

"Sometimes." Trent reminds him.

It was happening. four of us, clicking. Having fun, being happy. I never thought this would happen, but it's happening. I wouldn't have it any other way either. Life throws you curveballs. You never know what's going to happen, there's no way to know what happens. Read all the horoscopes you want, no matter what you decide your own life, and your own fate.

Who knew my fate led me here? No. I led me here. I always wanted to be with Trent, I always needed to be with Duncan, I always wanted to get to know Courtney. Now, I'm here. Everything is the way I want it to be. Everything is the way it should be. I'm not big on religion, but I believe in God. I believe God has a path out for everyone, and no matter what the path looks like it's a path. A road, if you will.

My road was a broken road. But, I don't care how broken that road was, because it led me here. I couldn't ask for anything better.

We stopped our laughing and joking, when Trent 'shushed' us all. "What, what is it?" Duncan asked.

"This song." Trent pointed up, at the intercom playing the music from the local radio station.

"Aw, I love this song." Courtney smiled.

"This is our song." I turn to Trent.

"It sure is." He smiled, and pulled me closer to him.

Every long lost dream, led me to where you are. Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars, pointing me on my way, into my lovers arms, this much I know is true. That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.

I bit my lip, I couldn't hold back a smile. The four of us spent a few hours in the pizza place until we were asked to leave for loitering. So we walked around the plaza together, getting along. Laughing, joking, teasing, talking. Acting as if we have been friends for ten years, rather then three hours.

The sun began setting, and the sky was a beautiful orange color, with pinks all around. I wish I had my sketch pad to capture this moment. The four of us walked together to the parking lot. Trent on my right, with his arm around my shoulder, Courtney on my left, with Duncan's arm wrapped around her waist. He stood on her opposite side.

The four of us, finally friends. Finally some kind of peace. I can't wait to see where we go from here.

Now I'm just rolling home, into my lover's arms, this much I know is true. That God blessed the broken road, that led me straight to you.

The End.

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- Johnna