Epilogue: Eight Weeks Later“Fall” – Justin Bieber
“Love is a Verb” – John Mayer
Vanessa sat calmly on the edge of Luke's bed, running her fingers across the blue and gray plaid comforter, dreaming of ways to redecorate. His room was surprisingly neat, but completely in need of a makeover. His walls were a mish-mosh of posters, yes posters, put up with some sort of sticky nonsense. There was one area that was uncharacteristically empty, and she suspected a picture of a scantily clad girl had once hung there. At least he'd had the sense to take it down when he began dating her.
“I'm not going to yoga with you. One, I don't bend that way. Two, if I did, all of the women would be very distracted by me, and that's simply not fair. They're just trying to get a work out, and there I am, lookin
