Well, I guess I should start of with saying hey.
God, I feel terrible for the delayed comment. On your last chapter
no less. So sorry about that.
This makes me your worst reader.
If I was hoping to get away with an excuse I'd say it was partly because I didn't want it to be over...and that I needed some time to collect myself...and that things have been hectic lately... But I'm just going to take responsibility, no excuses included this time. I'm horrible. There we go. I said it. It's out.
Now please forgive me because I do not cope with guilt very well. Haha.
So...this is really the end of the road, huh? (Notice pun was very much intended...lol)
Oh, golly me, I told myself I wasn't going to cry! Now here I am just bawling! *Tear tear*
Well, I couldn't have asked for a more ingenious ending. I'm not saying I'm pleased that they didn't kiss--because I'm SO not okay with it. I'm not going pretend like it didn't dash all my hopes--but I will admit that it was totally brilliant that they didn't.
At least he was going
to. I'm going to just have to hold on to that fact.
What can I say? I'm a romantic.
I loved how they both wanted to apologize thinking the other was mad at them. That was adorable.
I also guess I understand about Grayson. You have an excellent point. Tragedy can definitely bring people together. (I remember, after the wild fire in my community, my neighborhood organized a little barbecue party at our park in order get to know everyone better.) And I'm glad Jeff grew up because of it. But still...so sad. *Sniffle*
"I'm doing good..." he trailed off before letting out a sigh. "Okay, let's cut to the chase here. Um, Delilah told Macy to tell Natty to tell me to tell you that she wanted to talk to you at Coffee today at four."
My head spun. What the hell? I pulled the phone away from my ear to blink at it a few times before moving it back.
"Was that English?" I asked, confused. Whatever he had said made me feel like we were playing a messed up game of telephone, and I think the message had definitely gotten distorted. Because Delilah no way in hell wanted to talk to me.
Haha. Nice telephone reference.
Delilah didn't seem opposed to that idea at all, smiling when I said it. I moved my hands to her waist and started leaning down to her without a thought. I was about as close as I had been the last time I tried this when there was a bang, followed by a slamming door and the most unwelcome voice on the planet.
"Hey Cha—DELILAH! How the hell are you?! I was starting to think I'd never see the day you came back around here!"
BWAHAHA. Of course. Leave it up to Felix to ruin the moment.
The coolest thing I think about this chapter though, the LAST chapter, was the last line. I love it when things revert back to the theme of the entire book (I can say book now
). And that line did a fantastic job of it. You nailed the ending.
Gee, I'm going to miss reading and commenting on this. You may have been writing this for over a year but I was also a fan for that long. It's weird coming out on the other side like this, after being so emotionally attached for so long. Hopefully you do some one shots like you said you were thinking about. I'll totally read them for sure.
And...guess what? You get to move this baby to the archives now! It is my honor to have been such a big part of this archive worthy story.
Ps. The first thing that I saw was the title and when I did I laughed so hard. Not because it was funny. Haha. No. But because it was so damn perfect. Not only did it account for the whole story and all with flying colors, but I just couldn't help but noticing...Jcrazy
...We Were Crazy
Yah. I know. I'm weird. I like to think everything is way more significant than it is...HAPPY THE END!
And page ten...and finishing your second book...and just being my idol. You are freaking awesome, Jamie. You better know that, okay. I'm not just saying it to boost your ego. Lol.
Well...I guess I can't say update anymore...WRITE ME ANOTHER BOOK