Author's Note: So here we are, at the end of this story, and I am so damn grateful for YOU, yes you, the one reading it right now. Thank you for joining me on this fun, crazy journey! I'll add some more notes at the end, but until then, enjoy this last chapter of Davis and Jamie.

I felt sick. The last thing I wanted was to talk about Charles, and to my new boyfriend of all people. Davis was so perfect and I loved him so much and Charles was a fucking snake who liked to ruin my life. Jack never knew this side of his friend, but that's because I never said anything.

"So is Charles an ex then?" Davis asked.

I felt bile fill my throat. God, how much I hated that bastard. But how to explain? "Umm, not exactly."

Davis leaned against the white crib. "You can tell me."

Okay great, now my boyfriend was looking at me funny and the freaking anti-christ was downstairs and I just wanted to go back to campus and hide under my blankets.

Was that cowardly? Yes, yes it was.

"Okay look, I'll start from the beginning because this won't make sense otherwise," I said. "Charles was basically my brother's best friend, maybe still is, I don't know. Growing up, I kind of... had a crush on him."

Davis nodded. He wasn't surprised.

"He was so cool and I was so... not." I laughed bitterly. "And he was attentive, too, at least he appeared to be when we were alone." I swallowed my nerves. God, would Davis think I was a loser and dump me?

"Okay," he said. "What happened?"

"We... I mean we kissed a few times, no big deal, I even, well, blew him once," I said, flinching. Davis looked no better. It was in the past but I knew he didn't like imagining me with other guys. "I thought he was really amazing and even though it was a secret, I thought we were, you know, together or something. I was so stupid, I believed it."

I shook my head. "Jesus, it was ages ago."

Davis smiled. "We can be stupid when it comes to love."

"I didn't love him," I insisted. "I just crushed on him really hard."

Davis got up and took my hands. "Okay, just tell me what happened, I don't care you blew this guy as long as you'll never do it again."

"God, never, I hate him."

Davis' eyes darkened. "What did he do exactly?"

This is why I didn't want to tell him. If I told him the truth, he would probably punch Charles, but if I didn't, I ran the risk of Charles getting drunk and getting... chatty.

"Well, he acted like I was so sexy and lovable... and he said he could get in trouble if people caught us, but he couldn't help himself. I don't know, he acted like he was so into me, while the whole time – "

Shit. Why was I shaking? Stupid, stupid.

"Baby," he whispered, kissing my temple. "I'm right here."

I nodded.

"How much worse than mine can it be?" he teased.

I snorted.

He rubbed circles on my back and waited for me, not rushing me.

Finally, I spoke the words I never told anyone, "When his friends caught us this one time, he told everyone I was a stupid kid in love with him. He said I was chasing him everywhere, he called me his obsessed little fan. He not only humiliated me in front of everyone, but he outed me. Up until that day nobody knew I was gay. And now the whole school knew."

"Oh Jamie..." Davis crooned.

"I didn't tell Jack it was Charles specifically because I was afraid he'd be mad at me. To this day he probably doesn't know."

Davis kissed my forehead. "Why didn't you tell me this before?"

I sighed. "Because it's the reason I acted the way I did the whole time we've known each other."

Davis stiffened. Looked into my eyes. "What?"

"When I met you, I thought... fuck, for some reason I thought you were the same. I thought you were the kind of guy who only hooked up with girls, and when we kissed, I thought you'd make me be a secret, and the whole time I feared that when people found out... you'd deny it."

I stopped talking.

Davis held me tightly, whispering soothing things in my ear. "Baby, I would never have treated you that way. You know this."

"I know. The more time passed, the more I saw you were nothing like him. But I couldn't tell you because I thought you'd be... mad."

He took my face and kissed my lips softly.

I opened my eyes to see him smiling.

"It's okay, baby, I don't care. I don't give a crap about the past, or who you fooled around with, or what you thought about me before you knew better, but I do care about you, Jamie, and I hate seeing you this way. Now, before we go downstairs, please tell me I can kick this guy's preppy ass."

I laughed, and sniffed. "You can't."

"Jamie..."

I poked him. "Not a chance. I want a nice Thanksgiving dinner with my family and my boyfriend."

"And the asshole who outed you," he grunted. "Fuck."

Yeah... fuck.

***

"What did you think of the baby room?"

I focused on Caroline's glowing face. She was going to be such a good mom.

"It was..." I said.

"...cheerful," Davis finished.

"Care told me if I didn't buy yellow paint, she'd keep the baby in forever."

I chuckled. "A mother's ultimatum."

Jack looked at Care so affectionately, it broke my heart. In a good way. I wondered if Davis looked at me like that. Actually, I know he did. Which made me smile to myself like an idiot.

"Care to share, lil' bro?" Jack said.

I rolled my eyes. "Davis did this thing with his tongue – "

"La la la la la," Jack said at the top of his lungs, making everyone laugh. Well, everyone except Charles who just stood there and watched us. "I like to pretend that my brother is still a virgin, thank you. Just like they did in the old ages. If it was good enough for them, it's good enough for me."

Care laughed and rubbed his shoulder. Then she turned to my brother's friend and smiled. "So Charles, sorry we haven't seen you lately. How has Seattle been treating you?"

"Great actually," he said slowly, flicking his eyes between me and Caroline. "I've been offered the position of Assistant Manager, so I'm thinking I'll get a bigger place and maybe spring for an exotic holiday."

"Oh la la," Caroline teased. "Which exotic location?"

Charles looked at me directly and said, "Italy."

Shit, what was he doing? He was looking at me and saying things that I'd shared in the past – like how much I wanted to go to Italy for example.

Meanwhile Davis was practically vibrating, his knee jumping up and down and his hand squishing mine under the table.

Ow.

"That's nice. Do you have any special ladies in your life?"

"No special ladies. Or guys," he said.

I snorted in my wine glass, causing a little spill. Damn it.

"Since when do you like guys?" Jack asked, looking dumbstruck. I'd thought he would know by now Charles was gay, or bi, or whatever, but I supposed Charles had been away for a while and maybe he hadn't kept in touch like he should have.

I focused on my food and chewed very, very slowly.

"It's something I used to struggle with," Charles said lightly. "But these days I'm just looking forward to making it my new normal."

"So you... go to gay clubs or what?" Jack asked.

"Yes, clubs, bars, I meet people online, that sort of thing."

"Oh well, I'm sure you'll meet someone special soon. Just like Jamie did," Care said sweetly and warmed my icy heart.

Charles didn't look too pleased, however. "You know what, I did meet someone special, once. I'm looking forward to reconnecting."

Davis was practically crushing my fingers now.

"Oh really? Does he live in Seattle? What does he do?" Care asked, taking a sip of her wine and smiling.

"No, he lives... well, why don't you ask him?" he said and looked at me pointedly.

Caroline and Jack looked at me at the same time.

I felt sick.

Davis stood up. "Now listen up, asshole – "

"Davis, please don't," I said, holding his arm. "He's not worth it, okay?"

"What's going on?" Jack asked, looking between me and Charles and the now fuming Davis.

"Nothing," I said. "There's nothing going on."

"Jamie, why don't you tell your brother how many times we fucked in that childhood room of yours?" Charles said boldly.

Davis punched him.

Shit.

I gaped at Charles, on the floor, with a bloody nose, who bellowed, "The fuck!"

Jack cursed. "Hey, no fighting at the table!"

"Sorry," Davis muttered. "But this asshole deserved it."

"Jamie," Jack said, looking about to blow a lid off, "can you kindly explain why my friend is on the ground bleeding at the hand of your boyfriend?"

I snorted. "Umm..."

"Guys," Care said. "Maybe we should just cool off, yeah? Charles, come, let me see if it's broken." She took him in another room, and I was left alone with my brother and my boyfriend.

"Jamie," Jack hissed.

"Jamie fooled around with your friend there in high school and your friend there outed him, broke his heart, and traumatized him. Now, I'm not going to stand here while he hits on my fucking boyfriend like he has the fucking right to breathe the same air Jamie does."

I gaped at Davis. Wow.

Jack's eyes widened and he turned to me. "Is that true, Jamie?"

I sighed. "Yes. But we never fucked, he lied."

Now both men looked angry, but nobody said nothing further until Caroline came back with a bandaged Charles.

"It's not broken," she said. "Who wants dessert?"

"Jamie, if your escort doesn't know how to behave in polite company, maybe he shouldn't be here in the first place," Charles said.

"You fucking asshole – "

I stopped Davis. Took a breath. Faced my arch-nemesis. "Don't address my boyfriend, at all. Don't look at him, don't talk to him, and don't talk shit about him. This is between you and me."

Everyone stayed silent.

"Jamie," he said. "Can we talk about this somewhere else? I need to say some things to you and really don't think your escort will let me without embarrassing himself again."

Davis made a fist. I squeezed his hand.

"No, we can't talk about this because there is no this. You're part of my past, a painful part, but I've moved on and I'm happy now."

Charles rolled his eyes. "You're fucking ridiculous, what does that guy have to offer anyone? He can't take you to the places I can. He can't give you the things I can. He's a good-for-nothing frat boy who probably drinks beer all day and plays with pussy while you're not watching. He doesn't look like he can scrub two brain cells together – "

"Shut. Up. He's given me more in a month than you could give someone in a lifetime. I really feel sorry for you, Charles, but I'm tired of listening to your fucking bullshit. Because you really don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Just because you were a bastard in high school and probably still are, doesn't mean everyone is like that."

He opened his mouth to talk, but I cut him off.

"Now, I don't care what you say about me or the past, but make no mistake, my boyfriend is off limits to you. He's so far above you that you can try to shine his fucking shoes and you won't reach them, that's how fucking better than you he is. So if you're thinking he's the one who has to go, think again. You're the one here who has a problem, so you should go."

There was another pregnant silence.

Jack cleared his throat. "Maybe you should go then, Charles." He looked at his friend like he had never seen him before.

Thankfully, Charles left.

I felt all the fight leave me as I slunk back on my chair.

"Jesus, Jamie, you could have warned me you've turned into a badass," Jack deadpanned.

"What a toad," Caroline said, "And I was going to invite him for Christmas. Thank God we don't have to do that now."

Davis tugged on my hand and I turned to look at him. His eyes were glistening and before I could ask, he said, "No one has ever stood up for me like that, sweetheart. I love you so fucking much."

I opened my mouth to reply, but he just kissed me. Then I smiled, seeing my love reflected back at me. "I love you, too."

"Okay okay, let's give thanks," Jack said. "I am thankful for my beautiful wife and our little treasure on the way, and I am thankful to have Jamie here in case someone ever wants to badmouth me."

I groaned. "Stop."

"I am thankful for the same things you are," Caroline said, "and for Davis here who seems to be perfect for our little Jamie."

I groaned again. "Guys."

"And I am thankful for this year, for fucking up the room number, and for finding the love of my life," Davis said, kissing my hand. "I love you so fucking much, baby, and I'm never letting go of you again."

Caroline gasped. I could barely breathe.

Jack kicked me under the table.

"Right, yes, and I am thankful for this idiot here following me around and annoying me until I finally said yes, because I've never been so happy in my life and I'm looking forward to spending the rest of it together."

"I love you, Jackson."

"I love you, Darla."

And we kissed, and all the Charles nonsense before that was forgotten.

We had a whole life full of love ahead of us.

Hopefully.

THE END.

Okay, so...

First of all, how did you like the ending?

Second, I know some people wanted a resolution of Jem and Emma's relationship, but I feel like it would deserve a separate story, not just a sentence in this one.

Third, I do apologize for how soon this ended, but the schedule was meant for shorter chapters, and when I put some of them together to make longer ones, we just arrived at the end sooner. Oops.

Finally, a big thank you to all of my readers. I am so incredibly amazed that anyone read this, let alone liked it and wanted more. I love my boys so much and it means the world that other people loved them as much. I never expected I would find a community here and I am so happy I joined Wattpad this year. EEK.

I'll see you in my other stories! Love you! :D