"ROGER?! 'OW DID YOU GET IN 'ERE?!" I ask, scared for my life. I had locked the door!

"Last time you were over, you left a set of keys at my 'ouse. Since you said we weren't going anymore, I was going to bring them to you. An' now I know why you di'n't want to see me anymore. You're in love wif John. I'll be leavin' you now," he says, turning to walk away.

"No, Roger, stay, please..." I beg him, tears welling up in my eyes.

He turns and looks at me. My eyes are turning red, and he comes back and hugs me. "I don't know why you wanted to leave me... I was crushed! Why did you?"

"Well, I... I...thought that you, were using me! Were you?" I try to explain, looking in his eyes.

"No, Emmy, I wasn't! I 'onestly wasn't! I... I thought you knew tha'! I wasn't joking when I told you tha' you were the only one 'oo I 'ad showed tha' place me mum an' dad used to take us... oh, I know I'm not making any sense... M, 'ow can I show you tha' I'm bein' sincere?" he asks, truly frustrated.

"I don't know..." I shake my head. "All I know is that whether or not you love me, I think I might love you, as foolish as it seems."

"It's not foolish! Love isn't foolish! Emily Anne Nesmith, I LOVE YOU!!"

I look Roger square in the eye. He's crying.

"Roger Harry Daltrey... I LOVE YOU TOO!"

With that, we start sobbing onto each other's shoulders. I know that he does love me, no matter what anyone else says. All of a sudden, I burst out laughing.

"Wot is it?" he asks me, his brow furrowing.

"Do you realize that we've only known each othah for... THREE DAYS and we're professing our love for each othah as if we've known each othah for THREE YEARS?!" I continued to laugh. I saw a smile cross his face.

"You're right!" he chuckled, and then hugged me the tightest I'd ever been in my life.

"Emmy, move in with me, live with me, I'll never treat you wrong!" Roger tells me, down on one knee, as if proposing.

"Okay!" I smile, and kiss him. The kiss is filled with something special, something undefinable, but I know it's right. I know I love him.

Over the course of two weeks, Heather, and John had all helped me and Roger each pack up our stuff to move into a new and bigger apartment together. Heather had finally realised that we were made for each other. John was very happy, though, because he knew that he and I weren't good together, and it made him happy to see me happy.

"I nevah thought Rog capable of loving someone like 'e loves you," Heather grins. "I thought for sure 'e'd die a lonely old man. 'E won't be lonely wif you, will 'e?"

"I don' think so," I say, sighing. "And now we're moving in togethah... wow..."

" 'Ey, 'ow's my lovely gahl doing?" Roger asks as he walks up to us and hugs me.

"Good, Rog! An' you?"

"I'll olways be good, so long as you're by my side," he replies, and kisses me. Heather watches with a knowing look in her eyes, beaming at us.

"Aw, cut it out you two, you're makin' me wish Pete was 'ere!" Heather chides, laughing.

"Well, I'm 'ere!" calls out Pete as he walks up to us all with John.

Heather giggles, and Pete kisses her.

"Ah, young love!" smirks John, as he sighs.

"Oh, John, thank you for understanding," I tell him. He smiles.

"Well, 's okay. Besides, I've met someone to call me own... anuthah 'Eathah!" he exclaims, as another Heather indeed, with blonde hair and blue eyes, walks from around the corner.

"Uh... 'ello, 'm Emily Nesmith!" I say to the new girl.

"Hi, I'm Heather Tork!" she replies.

"I'm 'Eathah too!" Heather Entwistle replies.

"Cool!" says Heather Tork.

"This is goin' to get a little confusing..." Pete smiled.

"Nah... I'm an American!" Heather T. laughed.

I instantly like the American Heather's personality. She reminds me of my good old British Heather!

"Well... time to go on into our new 'ouse an' unpack," Roger murmurs as he takes my hand and leads me inside.

I know I've made the right choice. And besides that, if I hadn't chosen Roger, the new Heather and John wouldn't have ended up together!

"Wow..." I remark as I glance around the empty house, which only Roger and I are in. I look out a window and see everyone else having fun outside, and directing the moving van guy around. I giggle.

"Rog, this is our first 'ouse!"

"An' 's not even a 'ouse, 's an apartment!" he playfully argues.

"Living quarters?" I suggest.

"Ah... 'ome suits it best..."

" 'Ome..." I repeat. Our home. For now, and we'd always be happy together. I knew it. He did too.

Roger kissed me.