Author's Notes: OMG! I can't believe it either... finally... someone figured it out! And even better, it was Rachel. Some were hoping it would be Adam so he could dump Hoe-Liana's sorry ass... but, isn't this (almost) just as good? Kind of? Anyways, too bad if you feel that way! There is nothing to be done, but enjoy the updates and hope Hoe-Liana FINALLY gets what she deserves! Toodles! ~~Alex

Quote of the Day:

"HALLE-FREAKING-LLUJAH.  

Rachel was finally seen THE LIGHT. Patrick, Patrick, Patrick <3  

What took her so damn long? Sheesh, woman.  

Anyways, I don't think Adam should die. But I don't think they should get back togezzer, you know? Rachel needs waaaaaaay better. Someone like Mark :(  

TOO BAD YOU KILLED HIM :l  

I feel bad for her and Patrick. Please let them have a happy life. :D"

Today's quote is by... surahh.

Trust me; I read every single one of you guys' rants and detailed death wishes for Hoe-Liana; and I love them all! Keep 'em coming!

Rate and comment! (I'm on the fourth page!) ~~Alex

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As soon as Walter was satisfied with his precious popcorn, I ran out the door, heading towards their minivan.

"Maybe it would be better if I drove... you're agitated, and not thinking rational. Plus, Walter got you hyped up on sweets... why, Walter?"

"I didn't think of the consequences..."

Okay, so I'm slightly hyped up on sweets; at least I didn't go for the beer!

We got to Adam's house in about twenty minutes. The ride was painfully long.

But I darted out of the car, and luckily for me the car stopped moving at that moment.

I rang the doorbell over and over again.

No one seemed to be answering.

I could hear the conversation going on inside.

I was mumbling incoherently to myself, and I heard Kia telling someone it was me at the door. I guess that encouraged them to open the door, because the door finally opened. I looked up to see a perplexed Adam.

If I weren't so crazy because of the huge amount of sweets I had consumed thanks to Walter, I might have been calmer and more rational about this all.

"Where is Hoe-Liana, that lying, deceiving, kidnapping son of a bitch?"

I spoke with fire in my tone and in my eyes, and I was determined to get to the bottom of this all.

"What?"

I shoved past him, letting myself in.

"Why, come in...?"

I walked straight towards the kitchen to get some tea to calm me down. I made some quickly, drank it and felt a wave of relief wash over me. I felt much better.

This is it; if I'm going to get to the bottom of this, I've got to come clean.

"Can we talk alone?"

A look of hope flashed through his eyes, and he agreed immediately.

I followed him into his room.

"I... I was hoping I'd get to see you again, after what happened."

Looks like I've got to get this over with, as well.

Tears started pouring down my cheeks as I remembered it; I had poured my heart out to Adam, finally, after keeping it all hidden for so long. I told him everything. I confessed my love for him is still strong in my heart.

"I... I... I... I just had to get it over with. I couldn't live with it. And I didn't want to go through life carrying that with me, and..."

"I think we both have a lot of explaining to do."

"Yeah, I think we do..."

"The reason I didn't communicate with you at all is because of the message you sent me. I was angry, sad, heartbroken, confused, embarrassed, a million feelings were flashing inside of me and I didn't know what to do with them."

Say what? "What message?"

"The one you sent about a month after you left... you told me to move on, because you'd moved on with some amazing model named Raul... you said I was a nice "fling" and it was fun while it lasted, but you just weren't that into me."

"I said no such thing!"

"What?"

"I didn't say that! I didn't even communicate until like, six months after I left! And I sent letters!"

"Well, I got those... that's what confused me..."

"I didn't send any message; that is some serious bullshit, there."

He got out a small box from beneath the bed and got out his old phone from it.

He called voicemail and put it on speaker, playing the last message received.

I listened to it and could not believe what I was hearing; it was my voice, but it wasn't me. I never said any of that.

"Well, it's my voice, but that's not me... I never called you, never left a message, and I most certainly did NOT sleep with Ricky. And I did not move on with some hot supermodel named Raul; I never moved on at all, truthfully."

"But... what about Mark?"

I cringed slightly at the mention of his name; he died, after all.

"Do you... do you love him?"

I looked at him incredulously. "Well, I can see how much attention you were paying to my little ramble the other day..."

"No, I mean, I heard that, I heard it all; you just cringed when I mentioned him, and you said you never moved on, but you dated him..."

I sighed loudly. "Well, I cringed because he died recently; and I kind of moved on. I moved on, but my heart never did. It held on to you..."

"Okay, now you have a lot of explaining to do as well. What happened to Ricky?"

I started crying here. The thought of all those distant memories still haunted me... This is it. I'm going to tell him everything about little Patrick, all of it.

"It was a couple of weeks after I'd left. I thought I'd gotten food poisoning from Ricky's horrible cooking; so he drove me to the hospital. But I didn't get food poisoning... the night before I left you, do you remember what happened?"

"How could I not?"

I nodded my head slowly. "Well, we didn't use protection, and... I was pregnant with your child..."

His eyes grew huge. He was speechless.

Instead of waiting in awkward silence, I continued.

"I was shocked. The doctor asked to speak with my guarding; I had to admit to not having one. Ricky was arrested and he found out I was pregnant. Walter, my doctor, adopted me, along with his wife, Tina. I went to Hollywood to begin my music career, and it was pretty tough, considering I was pregnant. All went well, and one day, I realized it was time; I was rushed to the hospital, and... omigosh, how could I have not realized? The doctor told me the baby was stillborn; and I believed him. But right before I passed out, I heard crying..."

"I just... I can't believe you had my son..."

I grimaced. "Just wait- it gets better..." I sighed dramatically. "He was a boy; I had named him Patrick Adam Hart."

I watched as a flash of recognition flashed through his eyes.

"Just today I realized the cold, hard truth..."

"Juliana lied," Adam blurted out.

By George, I think he's got it...

I started crying even more.

"Patrick is our son..."

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CLIFFHANGER! AGAIN! I am so evil! Ha!

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Okay, fine, I'm not so evil...

I won't leave it at a cliffhanger...

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I just nodded my head.

He held my hand. "If you still feel the same way you felt that day a few weeks ago, tell me now. But first I want you to know that I don't love Juliana; I never did, and I never will. I have loved you all along; I was just too stupid to realize it, and I was blinded by all the lies. I love you with all of my heart. You are an angel that God sent to me, and I blew it. I don't deserve you. But you are THE best thing that has ever happened to me, and there is only room for you in my heart. I love you."

I choked out a cry. "I love you, too..."

He inched closer, and I crashed my lips onto his.

I closed the space that was between us and threw my arms around his neck.

This felt just too good to be true; I dreamed of this moment so many times, it just felt so surreal to be living it now.

When we pulled apart, I didn't let go of him. I lied there, hugging him, not wanting to let go.

And he made no move to stop me, either.

He kissed the top of my head, and told me once again how much he loves me.

And I leaned my head up to kiss him in response.

I may be a fool for loving and accepting him again, but if that's so, I must say, I enjoy being a fool.

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A/N: Should I post the new story I've been working on here, on Wattpad? I've been posting it on Mibba, but I'd like you guys to see it, too...

It's one of the 'Upcoming Stories' that I finally decided on...

Are you excited, or what?

Tell me what ya think of the idea... ~~Alex