This is it! ToT This is the last chapter. I don't want to ruin the bittersweet ending, so I'll put my note up here. I really hope you enjoy it, and I just want to take a second and thank all of you, from the bottom of my heart, for sticking with this story through thick and thin. I love you guys so much! While I am so sad to see Sam and Ian go, they had a really good run! Ian has been a blast to write. Thank you for reading it!

But also, keep an eye out for a new story titled "Samantha" . . . because it might have some familiar characters! O.O

(I'm just gonna say it - there will be a sequel! It will be very casual. I'll switch between Ian's and Sam's PoVs, and it'll kind of just hit short moments in time for them. The summer after High School, going into college, etc.. It won't follow a strictly plotted path. There will be lots of time jumps, but it will make sense, I promise! They just have more of their story that they want to share with you. It'll also probably take me forever because I'm not positive yet what the ending is going to be, but I promise there will be one, eventually! Hopefully it doesn't take three years or so . . . hahaha. Anyway, do be sure to keep an eye out for it! Love you all!)


I wake up half buried under Ian. I'm sprawled on my back, his leg between mine, and his head on my shoulder. His cool breaths flutter down my torso. He's still sleeping soundly, his arm thrown across me and half of his body on top of mine. I smile and gently run my fingers through his hair. Even in his sleep he's a gentleman. His hand had the whole opportunity to fondle my bare titties, and he didn't do it.

I'm almost bummed out.

I slide out from underneath him as carefully as I can. The clock on the bedside table tells me it's almost noon. I cover my naked breasts until I can grab Ian's shirt to cover myself. I button it until my collar bone is all that's peeking out. Well, that and part of my bare ass cheeks.

Wearing a thong was not my finest moment.

I sneak down the hall past Andy's room (which is strangely silent), and down the stairs to the kitchen. Heather is still not back yet, so hopefully I don't run into anyone while I'm basically naked.

I grab juice out of the fridge. I pour it into cups and bend to stick the juice back into the fridge.

"Nice ass."

I basically shriek as I stand and whip around. "Andy! Don't scare me like that!"

"So, was it good?" He has absolutely no sympathy.

"Was what good?"

"The sex."

"We didn't have sex."

"Liar. I heard those moans."

"Uhh . . ."

"So you did have sex! Ha! I was walking by on my way to get more condoms. So — deets. How was it?"

"We didn't have sex."

"Boo. Come on, you can trust me."

"I'm telling the truth. We didn't have sex."

He simply raises his eyebrow.

"I uh . . . I might have given Ian a blowjob . . ."

"Ah! !" He shrieks this time. "You didn't!"

"Uh . . ."

"Ha! Very nice, very nice," he chuckles. "Did he enjoy it?"

"I think?"

"You think?!"

"I mean, he came, so . . ."

"Girl. I have had it up to my eyeballs with the two of you."

"Sorry?"

"Ugh," he waves me off and opens the fridge. "I wouldn't be surprised if one of these days y'all actually do have sex and then get so excited over the fact that he's gonna finally get his dick in you that you forget a condom and have a baby."

"I'm on birth control, thank you."

"Yeah, but you never remember when you take it."

I frown. He grins. "Admit it. It's true. Y'all will have a baby before you finish college."

"Will not."

"Well, then remember; 'don't be silly, wrap your willy,' otherwise I can give no promises."

"Oh whatever," I smack his shoulder and move to the pantry. I grab some cereal and fill two bowls.

"You're feeding him cereal after you came down on him?!"

"I can't cook, you know this."

"Poor man," he shakes his head. I roll my eyes.

"And what about you? Who was your fuck of the evening?"

"Nobody you know."

"Try me."

"I'm serious. Even I don't know her."

"Prick."

"At least I'm getting laid."

"Sounded pretty rowdy."

"Oh, we got it ooonnnn," he cackles, giving a little victory dance. Which simply consists of putting his arms above his head and swinging his hips and arms in opposite directions. "We're loading up for round . . ." he shrugs. "I've lost count."

" 'Don't be silly, wrap your willy,' " I mock. He rolls his eyes.

"I do. Gracious, child."

I roll my eyes as he bounds back up the stairs. I pour milk into the bowls and set all the dishes on a tray. I also grab a packet of bear claws. I carefully carry it up the stairs. I open the door with my knee, and turn to close the door with the tray.

"While this is a welcome site, it's not one I was expecting."

I turn around with a gasp. Ian grins from where he's perched on the side of the bed. "You're supposed to be asleep!" I admonish him. He shrugs.

"Sorry?"

I roll my eyes. "Just sit your ass back down."

"Can I pee first?"

I frown at him.

"I'll take that as a no." He plops himself against the headboard. His eyes wander my frame. "I might have to add a cold shower to that list."

"Yeah, why?" I giggle as I sit on the bed and set the tray between us. I cross my legs. He gives me a look.

"You know why."

I grin and hand him his bowl. He sets the glasses on the nightstand. He scoots towards me, kisses my cheek, and hops off the bed. "I'll only be like, two seconds!" he swears. I laugh and sit against the headboard, munching on my cereal. He rejoins me. A little grin is playing on his face.

"What . . ." I ask suspiciously.

"Your makeup is all smudged. It's cute."

I groan. "I fucking forgot about the makeup!"

He laughs. "Don't worry about it. I think Johnny Depp is looking for his stunt double, though."

"Oh shut up," I giggle. We eat in silence for several moments. I rub my feet together, biting my lip nervously. "So . . . about last night . . ."

"Yeah?" He glances at me.

"I uh . . . well . . ."

"You don't have to apologize for being too tired, Sammi. I get it."

"I'm not!"

"Well then what are you apologizing for?"

"Who said I was apologizing?" I turn my body to face him, crossing my legs.

"Your face."

"Oh." I sit back on my bum.

"So?"

"I was going to apologize for . . . for . . . the . . . you know," I wave my spoon vaguely. He shakes his head.

"I do not know."

"Ugh! For the blowjob!"

"Ooooh," his face alights in understanding. He chuckles. "You don't have to apologize."

"I don't? Doesn't it kind of, like, go against your rules or whatever?"

"Sammi, I kind of made up my mind already that we would have sex," he sets his empty bowl down.

"You did?" I scrunch my nose.

"Yeah."

"When?"

"I think it was around my birthday. I've been open to the idea since."

"But I thought—"

"It is kind of against my rules, beliefs, whatever you want to call it. But there's also . . . well, it's partly about not just being with whoever. Saving yourself for the one. And . . . well, for me, that's you. It will only ever be you. And sometime down the road, you may decide I'm not the one for you, and that's okay. I would have spent as much time as I could with the one I loved. You would be the only one for me. Even if you left. You're it for me."

Tears well in my eyes. I set my bowl down and crawl to him, kissing him gently. He laughs softly and wipes my cheeks. "Don't cry."

"That was so romantic."

"I meant it. I love you. You're it."

I sniffle. "But all I can make you is cereal."

He laughs and pulls me in for a hug.


I enter my house at exactly two in the afternoon. I carry my heels and drop them on the floor as soon as I am inside. I unfortunately have to do a mild walk of shame in my dress. Like, it's all crumpled from being on the floor and my makeup is smeared across my face because heaven forbid Andy have makeup remover in his house.

Ian stands in the doorway behind me. He gently holds my hip.

"Young lady!" My mom screams from the kitchen. "It is two in the afternoon! You didn't text, you didn't call—" she enters the hallway with a frown. "What were you thinking? Where were you?!"

"Mom, chill, we crashed at Andy's."

"Oh, crashed at Andy's?" She echoes. "And you couldn't find the time to tell us that little detail?"

"No? I forgot," I wave it off as I lift the dress to go up the stairs.

"Was Heather home?"

"No."

"So it was a sex party!" Jeff yells from the living room. He emerges and glares at Ian. "Thought sneaking off with her would get you off the hook, did you?"

"Oh knock it off," I snip. "We didn't have sex. Ian's a gentleman."

"Even gentlemen have sex, Samantha."

"Oh please. Leave the poor guy alone. He's gonna get an earful when he gets home anyway. Fuck off."

"Don't you use that language in my house, young lady!" My mom shouts as Jeff starts on some rampage. I wave Ian out the door and continue up the stairs. They can suck it. If I want to spend all night out of the house having sex, then I can. I'm 18. They can't do anything about it now. Fuck them. I had a great time and now they're raining on my parade.

I slam my door.


I pull my dress further down my legs. "I feel like a slut," I hiss to Ian. He chuckles.

"You look beautiful."

"No one told me there was a dress code!"

"There isn't."

"Everyone is covered up like it's the freaking 1800s," I hiss as quietly as possible. We walk past pews in the sanctuary until we reach the one where his family is seated. I look around awkwardly. This is definitely not my scene. Ian waves to his parents and ushers me into the pew, settling next to me just as the service starts.

"See? Even the pastor is in medieval garb."

Ian chokes back a laugh. "Shhh," he playfully admonishes. I roll my eyes with a huff and cross my arms. He's the one that begged me to start coming to church and didn't tell me I shouldn't show any skin! I can practically feel the stares of lustful men, thirsting after my poor innocence.

I grab Ian's hand and hold it tightly. He smiles and hooks his arm over me, cuddling us together on the pew. He kisses the top of my head.

... ...

"So? What did you think?"

"That had you not been there to save me, Satan would have had his way with me."

Ian laughs. "While I enjoy your sense of humor, I was being serious."

"So was I!"

"Were you even listening to the sermon message?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me what the main point was, then."

"That . . . marching around a city with musical instruments won't tear it down?"

He sighs, putting his arm around my neck and pulling me into him. He kisses the top of my head. "You're lucky that I love you."

"I never argue with that statement," I poke his stomach. He chuckles and opens the car door for me.


I grab Andy's arm in excitement. "At four o'clock this very afternoon, we will officially be done. with. high. school," I shake him in rhythm with my last couple words. He glares at me and pries his arm out of my grip.

"Listen here you little psycho bitch. I don't know you. And no, I do not want to fuck you before the ceremony. So go away."

I roll my eyes at his antics. "Fuck you."

"Fuck you."

We fall into a fit of giggles. I watch him as he situates his cap on his head. A bittersweet moment.

"We won't drift apart, will we?"

He looks up. "No? You think you and Ian can keep it together without me? Ha!" He chortles. "Imma have to raise your kids for you. Poor souls."

I laugh. "Will not!"

"Will so! Those poor things won't know what body parts they have got and haven't got. "Mommy, what is this thing sticking off of me?" "Honey, we do not talk about private body parts!" Poor things."

I smack his arm. "I will so tell my kids what body parts they have and haven't got!"

"If you say so."

We giggle together as we exit the room. "So. You and Ian are going long distance, huh?"

"Yeah," I chew my lip. "I got a track scholarship. And my school doesn't have as good a business program as his grandpa's alma mater."

"Why don't you go there?"

"Because I didn't get a scholarship?"

"Boo. You know you have three people that would pay for your college in a heartbeat."

"What?! I do not."

"One; your rich daddy. Whom I seem to remember invited you to a certain wedding that's coming up. Two; Jeff. Your, like, sugar . . . step-daddy? Nevermind, ignore that last part. Three; the Harris parents. You know they'd drop dime and nickel to keep you and Ian together."

"I want to accomplish something on my own for once."

"I know, I know," he waves me off. "I'm just saying. Your life doesn't have to be all depressy-spaghetti."

"It won't be?"

"Just you wait," he boops me on the nose and walks off. I roll my eyes at him. He doesn't know Ian or me. We're going to be just fine.


"Samantha Renee Parker."

I swear Ian's whole family is cheering out there in the audience right now. I love them. I have such supportive people in my life. I laugh as I walk onto the stage and shake the principal's hand. He smiles at me, and the vice-principal hands me my diploma. I hold it up with an "I did it!" smile and a thumbs-up. I see all their hands go up in a silent cheer. I love them.

... ...

"Ahhh, you came! !" I scream in excitement and rush to hug Ian's family. They all envelope me in a huge bear hug all at once. Goodness, I could get used to these. I've never had a family big enough for smooshing-type hugs.

"Congratulations!" They cheer. They all step back except for Ian, who keeps his arm around me. I grin and put my arm around him.

"Thank you for coming."

"We wouldn't have missed this for the world," Mrs. Harris smiles. "You know our offer to send you to college with Ian still stands, right?"

"Mom," Ian groans, "we've been over this. We'll be fine long distance. We'll only be a couple of hours away."

"Yeah, I'm only half an hour away from here."

"Yeah, but Ian's going to be almost three!" Garrett humphs.

"Aww," my lips turn down in a sympathetic smile. Ian rolls his eyes.

"I already told you punks I'd come and visit."

"It's not the same," April sighs dramatically. I giggle.

"Everybody move, everybody move! I have to get pictures!" Mrs. Harris demands. Ian and I pose together. My mom and Jeff, accompanied by the child from hell, join the group. I'm forced to take pictures with them as well. I insist that Ian be in the majority of them.

We all go out to a restaurant with Andy and his parents after the graduation ceremony. I didn't want a big shindig somewhere, and neither did Andy. We prefer just hanging out with those closest to us.

I grin and flick Ian's nose with my french fry. "You're next. Just one short week."

"Is that so?" He quirks an eyebrow and bites more than half the fry. He laughs at my incredulous gasp.

"My food!"

"I'll let you steal one thing off my plate."

"Bitch, I'm stealing five," I huff. He laughs and just holds my waist, pulling me in to kiss my temple.

I do steal five of his food items, because that's what you get.


I examine myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a blue, a-line dress with spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline, and tiny little daisies printed on it. It only falls to about mid thigh. I forgo a bra because it's hot as fuck outside and that's where the Harris's are having Ian's graduation party. A simple white hipster panty does the job — I don't feel like wearing sliders. The breezier, the better. I'm going to be sweating my ass off.

I fluff my hair, slip into my yellow Keds, grab my sunglasses, phone, and simple stud earrings and rush down the hall. Olive follows me, barking all the way. The devil spawn starts wailing.

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking asshole!" I scream as I thunder down the stairs.

"Samantha Renee!"

"I'm outie!" I ignore my mom's yell.

"We'll be there shortly!"

"Whatever!" I slam the door on my way out. I help Olive into the car and then climb in myself. I don't roll the windows down because she is far too little to be sticking her head out. She'll fucking fall out.

I park about half a mile away from the house. The grass and fields are already lining with cars. How many freaking people does this family know?

I quickly locate Ian. And yes, by that I mean I have to bribe his siblings to tell me where he is.

"Hey babe!"

"Sammi!" He smiles and accepts my kiss. "Hi."

"Hi," I laugh. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," his smile is so contagious. "Oh, Sammi, I want you to meet some friends of mine. This is Aaron, Alex, and Christian. Guys, this is Samantha, my girlfriend."

"Ahh, at last we meet the myth herself! The goddess of legend," Aaron jokes with a bow. "It is an honor to be in your presence, ma'lady."

I give Ian a questioning look through my laugh. "Nice to meet you too?"

"Ian talks about you all the time."

"It's sickening."

"We were beginning to think you weren't real."

"Awww, he talks about me?" I hip-bump Ian as he rolls his eyes. "Cute."

"I do not talk about you all the time."

"75 percent."

"No."

"60."

"No!"

"It's a solid 95, no arguments," Aaron silences them. They all titter in laughter. Ian sighs. I grin and kiss his cheek.

"You're cute."

"At least someone thinks so."

Ian glares at his friends. I laugh.

"You're all mean to me," he grumbles.

"That's right, take your girlfriend and go smooch in the corner to make yourself feel better," Aaron teases.

"I will," Ian shoots back. I chuckle. It's obviously all in good fun.

I let Ian go and greet guest after guest. I sit and have a nice conversation with Granny in the shade of a tree.

"So, ya pregnant yet?"

"Nope."

"I'm beginnin' ta think ya cen't git pregnant. I heard about ya leetle dance. Prom is when all the hoes in my school gittered knocked up. Ya'll play the boogie then?"

"Actually, we did not play the boogie after prom. I was too tired."

"Boo," she shakes her punch at me. "Ya din't have to do none of da werk! Lit 'im git all—" she starts violently shoving her index finger into the space of the fist in her other hand and making panting noises to go along with it.

"Ohhh-kaaaay . . ." I look anywhere but in her direction. "I think I got the idea, Granny."

"Well, I'm right, ain't I?"

"You most certainly are. I guess I just didn't think about it."

She cackles. "Eh, ya'll git 'em next time."

We carry on with mild conversation as we sip punch in the shade and shoo bugs away. Eventually I'm dragged away by Ian to go play games. Frisbee, soccer, whatever they feel like playing in the moment is organized. It carries on for hours. I haven't laughed or had this much fun in eons. My sides hurt.

We break for dinner. I fall into a seat between Andy and Ian. "I. am. pooped."

Ian laughs. "You were playing harder than some of the boys."

"That's because they're all pussies."

He and Andy laugh. "Be nice to them, they're not used to aggressive female players."

"Damn straight they aren't."

We pile our plates high with food and laugh and talk in the balmy late-spring air. Andy crows about his sexual prowess.

"I can officially say I have ticked all my sexual activities off my bucket list before I graduated high school."

"You can?"

"Yup. Your man got game. In fact, I just had a threesome last week."

"One girl not enough for you?" I joke, biting my straw and drinking more punch.

"No, one girl was enough." He says point blank.

"I thought you said you had a threesome."

"I did."

It slowly dawns on me. "Oh . . ."

"The two of us fooled around for a bit while she watched. It was good for an experimental run."

"Ew. Okay. Wasn't expecting that. TMI."

"I still prefer fucking chicks, though. And being fucked by chicks," he's sure to clarify for me.

"Good to hear."

"College is gonna be fucking lit, bro."

I simply chuckle and roll my eyes. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with him.

Ian lets the others continue game play after dinner, opting instead to sit with me. The lazy fat ass who wore herself out and then stuffed her fat face. Can we really blame me, though? Ian inherited his cooking skills from his mom and I'm going to be the fattest person alive being a part of this family.

I watch Ian as he sits, his arm slung across the back of my chair, a lazy smile about his face. I smile softly. "Fancy a walk?" He looks at me, his expression all soft and content.

"Yeah, sure."

We walk hand-in-hand away from the party and around the tree line. We talk happy nonsense. Mostly content just to be in the other's company.

We're circling back, close to where the others are playing some kind of soccer game. I grip Ian's hand tighter, slowing him to a stop. "Ian?"

"Yeah?" He gently holds my hips and pulls me closer, watching me with unashamed adoration in his eyes.

"We're okay, right?"

"Of course we're okay. Were we fighting?"

"No, no. We're going to be fine long distance . . . right?"

He gives me a soft smile. "Yeah, we're going to be fine."

"I don't want to lose you," the words come tumbling, rushing out of my mouth. "I don't want to lose you, Ian, because I love you. I love you so much. You're . . . you're it for me, too."

"Ian!"

He glances briefly over his shoulder before his gaze settles on me. He looks at a loss for words but ecstatic all at the same time.

"Ian! Family photo! Hurry! Before we lose the light!"

"I'm coming!" he shouts back, annoyed. He glances at me. "I—"

"Go, go," I urge him with a smile. He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. I wipe a stray tear off my cheek as he bounds across the lawn. Confessing that took more than I thought. But that wordless stare meant everything to me.


He got so caught up in photos, saying goodbye to guests, and cleaning up that I didn't really get to see much of him after. Which is fine. It's not like I have this hole of self-consciousness burning in my chest or anything.

I scoop Olive up — who spent the day playing with and being loved on by the younger ones — and head up to Ian's room. The Harris's offered me the upstairs guest room. I readily agreed. I needed to speak with Ian, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow.

As soon as I set her down, Olive trots right out of the room and into April's, who is getting read a bedtime story. Both girls seem to agree that Olive had to spend the night in there. That stupid canine looks so fucking smug. She stared straight at me and fucking smirked, I swear it!

I return to Ian's room and remove my shoes. I pull my socks off next. I hear the door open and turn, starting to say something about how many people were here today, but his lips fiercely catching mine stop me. I accept his tight embrace. He pulls back. "Did you mean it? When you said you loved me. Did you mean it?"

"I told you I only wanted to say it back when it was true for me too."

He kisses me again. "You're it for me, Samantha. It's always gonna be you." I'm only mildly surprised when he grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head.

"You're it for me, too," I say desperately between kisses.

He tugs my hair, pulling just our lips apart. He looks nervous. "Can we? Do you want to?" I grab his neck for support.

"Yes," I kiss him breathlessly as we fall onto the bed together. "Yes, I want to."

I pull his t-shirt over his head, capturing his lips every second that I can. He fondles my bare breasts. I tilt my head back in ecstasy. His lips move to my throat. I pant softly, overcome with such strong desire for him. I gasp as he lowers his lips to my breast. "Oh, Ian . . ." I bite my lip to stifle my moans.

We remove the last of our clothing slowly, not rushing or hurried. I pull him close and kiss him lovingly when we're both unclothed.

The moment our bodies are joined, everything else disappears. Bliss brighter than the stars outside his window overtakes me. I grab and pull at the sheets underneath me. I can't imagine ever feeling like this with anyone else. I can't recall ever feeling this undone. The beauty of being joined with the person you love washes over me. White-hot euphoria takes over my body and I feel like I leave it completely.

... ...

When it's over we lay cuddled together in his bed. I lie watching the moonlight and the stars outside Ian's window, simply listening to the man I love breathe the steady air of sleep. I kiss the arm draped over me. His warm, sweaty skin feels akin to mine. He pulls me close to his naked body, his even breathing shifting my hair. His leg slides between mine.

"I love you, Samantha," he murmurs sleepily. I smile and pull his arm tighter around me, brushing a kiss against his knuckles.

"I love you too, Ian."