[*SPOILER ALERT*
So before you read this, a lot needs to be explained. What happens in this ending takes place after my other plot that didn't end up happening happened. In that plot, Jerome and Mat were to go back in time and sort of fix up the mistakes they'd made. Sort of All Over Again style. Anyway, that happened, and happily ever after
Also Merry Christmas!]The rain poured down on the roof as all eight of them sat in the living room. None of them were making out, thankfully, although who knew what had happened before this. Well, of course the narrator knew, but there were things he refused to share.
They were all staring at their partners-Rob at Preston, Lachlan at Vik, Jerome at Mitch, and Mat at Brandon-with bright smiles at their faces, either laughing at whatever they'd just said or just because they adored the being they stared at. Whatever it was, one thing was certain, they were madly in love.
And not just high school love story love. After all they'd been through, they had helped each other and grown. They survived together, and that was what was important. They made it. Against all the odds.
Occasionally, Mat and Jerome would glance at each other, knowing what others didn't. They'd smile and thank whoever that did for giving them another chance. A chance to go back, to fix everything. After all, almost none of them would be here if it weren't for that. Six of them would be five feet under.
Well, it was almost all fixed. There was simply one thing that still needed to be done.
"Hey guys?" Jerome suddenly said, incredibly loudly and breaking the peaceful atmosphere. Everyone turned to look at him. "I have something I want to do."
He put down, on the floor, two pieces of paper. One of them was blank and the other made Brandon, Vik, and Rob wince subconsciously as they saw what it was. "That thing? What about it?"
"I will not care about my family or relatives for they will only pull me back," Jerome read aloud. "I will not care about my lovers for they will only pull me back. We are criminals; betrayals and broken hearts mean nothing to us."
"I want to change it," He explained to them all. "Destroy it and make a new one. You don't know it, but it's what tore us apart once, and that will never happen again."
"After all," Mat added, "we have gone through both betrayals and broken hearts. It should mean everything to us."
"We have?" He nodded slowly, but everyone simply looked confused. "Well, how are we going to make a new one?"
"Start shouting out ideas?" Jerome began to write it all down as they talked.
"Lives matter!"
"If all else fails, we help others." Rob and Preston glanced at each other.
"Don't kill without reasoning?" Brandon sighed as he heard that.
"Betrayals shall result in shunning and probably banishment." Jerome glanced up at Mat, who'd said that, and nodded grimly. Mat nodded back.
"Is that all?" No one else added any more. "Okay. We are a team; lives matter, and we will not kill without reasoning. If all else fails, we must help each other and everyone else. We will never betray anyone or break one's hearts. If one is to, they are no longer a teammate and must be shunned and banished. From this day on, we are no longer criminals; betrayals and broken hearts mean anything and everything to us."
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FanfictionA collection of a lot of oneshots by yours truly. So many ships. Just kidding, just the ones from The Pack and NoochZahHutt.