[AlexGaskarth] I'm The Only One [Sequel | You're Not The Only One]

[Epilogue]

We got nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. He didn’t do much. My dad told me to just cut him from my life. But, I can’t do that.

Not because I love him, but because we have so many mutual friends, best friends. It’s weird, knowing that things between us are never going to be what it was.

I've busied myself. I don’t really have time to think about it. Between painting and trying to get into this gallery opening in the heart of Baltimore, there’s really no time to dwell on my broken relationship.

Besides, he wasn’t the one for me. There’s no reason I have to be with someone who cheated on me, who ignored me, who wasn’t good to me.

The one, he’s been right in front of me the entire time, and there’s no way that I can make anything happen between the two of us now.

I can’t pursue my ex-boyfriend’s best friend.

Both of us tried, Alex and I that is, we really did. He took me to dinner, fancy restaurants each time, but the conversations were scarce.

Occasionally, he would come into my gallery, my little art studio, and bring food. We would have a picnic when I would take breaks in between painting.

But, it just wasn’t the same. We’re not in high school anymore. It’s hard letting go of a high school sweetheart, especially when you're convinced he’s the one.

He’s not the one. To be honest, I don’t think that he ever was. Well, I did, I really thought that he was. Looking back on it, I would have known he wasn’t the one if I wasn’t so wrapped up in the idea of us.

The idea of us is what kept us alive. That we would be like we were in high school: happy, in love, so carefree and compassionate toward each other.

Ryan thinks that I’ll be able to figure out what to do about this crush, this stupid crush for someone I shouldn’t like.

Alex would kill me. We may not be together, we may not be best friends, we’re barely even friends, but I can’t imagine doing that to him.

I'm sure he would have no problem doing that to me, but I can’t do that to him.

I just want things to work out. I'm done wishing on stars and pennies that I toss into fountains and whenever the clock strikes 11:11.

It’s not healthy and I highly doubt that it’s normal that I do that.

I should probably stop.

At one point in time, I know that he liked me, possibly more than Alex did. I’d be surprised if he waits for me, if he hasn’t moved on.

I would move on, too.

The two of us were always best friends, and then I think the guilt of knowing what Alex was doing behind my back got to him.

Either that or he finally stopped spending his time on me.

“Hey, Lo, I want to see the new painting.” His voice startled me, I didn’t expect him of all people to walk into the studio, he doesn’t like it here, I don’t think he ever did.

Turning around, tilting my head to the side, I raise an eyebrow. “I'm not done with it yet.” He’s here more often now that we’re not together, I don’t really understand that.

To be completely honest, I’d rather him not be here at all.

It would be so much easier to completely accept the fact that we’re over if he wasn’t constantly around and doing things that he should have done when we were together.

“Would you let Jack see it if he asked?” His question startles me, I don’t really know what to say to that, because I don’t know what I would do.

I don’t show anyone paintings until they're done, and I don’t think that I would make an exception for Jack.

In the past I never did. But, in the past I wasn’t really aware that I had feelings for Jack. They probably didn’t exist until Alex and I broke up for good.

I mean, the first time we broke up we were done with each other. Well, he was done with me and I was just waiting for him to come back.

Now, now we’re really done, after trying to fix what he broke, we’re done, and it’s a good feeling to know that I'm not going to wait for something that isn't going to happen.

Shaking my head, I comb my fingers through my hair, sighing softly. “I wouldn’t let him see it, Alex. Just because he’s my best friend doesn’t mean he gets special treatment.”

“I was kidding.” Alex says, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion at my answer. I don’t know how else I should have answered.

He’s still attractive, Alex that is. Jack is, too, but Alex is the one that worries me. He’s attractive; I think I’ll always be attracted to him.

Then again, I wouldn’t have feelings for Jack if Alex was the one for me.

Author's Note:

Hey, everyone. So this is the end. Not the total end. But, the end of Logan and Alex. The end of this book.

I left the end like this because I love writing about All Time Low, but don't have any ideas for a completely new story. Besides, Logan shouldn't take Alex back after what he did to her.

There will be another book, based off of this. It's actually a continuation of this. However, it's clearly going to be a Jack Barkat story instead of an Alex Gaskarth story.

If you don't like the way I ended it, you don't have to read the new story. That's fine. I understand. But, Jack was always there for her (most of the time) and Alex was a terrible boyfriend.

The next book will be really good. I have big hopes for it.

And I want to thank everyone who has read this. Who stuck with me for both books.

I want to thank all of the people who have voted and commented. It means the world to me. I appreciate it more than I can ever tell you.

Until the next story,

Sydney