KEATYN.
Of course.
MALE LEAD: YET TO BE CAST.
I wished for this.
KEATYN.
What do you mean?
MALE LEAD: YET TO BE CAST.
I made a wish on the moon. For you.
KEATYN.
(Happy tears stream down her face) I wished on the moon too. For my perfect boy.
MALE LEAD: YET TO BE CAST.
(Brushes away her tears) A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
KEATYN.
You told me that before. I thought it meant I was pretty.
MALE LEAD: YET TO BE CAST.
What do you think it means now?
KEATYN.
I think it means love is a thing of beauty.
MALE LEAD: YET TO BE CAST.
We're a thing of beauty. I love you.
KEATYN.
I love you too.
(They share true love's kiss) THE END.
ROLL CREDITS.
Aiden and Keatyn are closer than ever. And although Keatyn seemed to be pushing him for sex, when it came down to it, she didn't want to do that with him until he knew the truth about her. So before the truth about her came out at Winter Formal, she had scripted what she would say to him. I think the scripting helped her to work it all out in her head because she was really nervous to tell him. And she was afraid he would hate her.
THE SETTING: HOTEL SUITE AFTER WINTER FORMAL.
AIDEN.
(Opening a bottle of champagne) KEATYN.
(Lighting all the votive candles Aiden brought) (They kiss) I need to tell you something.
AIDEN.
(Sits on the edge of the bed) What?
KEATYN.
(Stands in front of him) I've been lying to you. Actually, I've been lying to everyone about something. And I need you to know.
AIDEN.
(Looks concerned) Okay.
KEATYN.
I came to Eastbrooke because I was being stalked. My last name isn't Monroe. Well, technically, it is because it was legally changed, I think. I'm not really sure about that. I used to be Keatyn Douglas. And my mom doesn't work in oil and gas. But she is in France. And her name is Abby Johnston.
AIDEN.
(Stands up in shock) MOON BOY.
Readers coined the phrase Moon Boy as a way to refer to the guy Keatyn would end up with. This boy was the topic of much discussion and debate. The saying goes that you have to kiss a lot of frogs in order to find your prince.
Keatyn dreamed of going to high school and pictured it like a teen movie. She'd write scripts for her perfect life. Scenes of becoming popular. Magical parties where she'd meet a cute boy, he'd kiss her, and they'd fall in love. Scenes where the captain of the basketball team would ask her to dance; they'd kiss, and fall in love. Scenes where that popular boy would kiss her in the moonlight and ask her to be his girlfriend. Scenes where they are in the center of a school dance slowly swaying while everyone does a choreographed dance around them. Scenes where he'd shoot the winning basket and be on top of the team's shoulders, but would find her in the crowd and blow her a kiss.
Keatyn already knows exactly what she wants in a guy, and she spells it out to readers from almost the very first page of the series.
When her prom night doesn't go as planned, she sits on the beach and makes a wish on the moon-which is really what sets her story in motion. In every well-written book, you start out by seeing a character in their normal world. Then there's something called the Inciting Incident. It's the moment that changes everything.
In all the screenplays I've ever written, prom night is always the climax. That pivotal night when everything changes. The night I'm supposed to lose my virginity to my perfect boyfriend. The boy who's been dying to have sex with me, but who says I'm worth the wait. The boy who would know prom night is the night.
In the limo, he'd wag the hotel key in front of my face and kiss me passionately. He'd tell me I'm beautiful and he can't wait any longer. At the hotel, there would be rose petals, candles, and champagne. He'd kiss me and tell me I'm beautiful again. Then he wouldn't wait any longer. He'd slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders and carry me to the bed, where he'd ravish my body.
I plop down into the sand and let out a big sigh.
Obviously, the casting director screwed up. Sander is not willing to do all that is required for his role.
I think it's time to cut my losses and scrap the project. Start over.
Earlier this week, I mentioned to RiAnne that I was considering breaking up with him. She said, You're the perfect couple. Why would you do that?
But I know she's wrong.
The perfect couple would be doing it in a hotel room right now.
I look out at the ocean glittering in the moonlight and wonder where he is.
Where is my perfect boy?
Could he be staring at the moon at this exact moment, wishing for me, too?
Sometimes I swear I can almost feel him.
Can't live without me. Can't breathe when I'm around. He kisses me hard, pushes me onto the bed, and does all the other stuff they talk about. And it's not just the sex that I want.
I want it all.
A hot guy; one who's sweet and sexy at the same time. One who wants me so badly he can barely control himself. One who stands up for what he believes in.
One who wouldn't care what his friends thought.
And, maybe, one who's been staring at the moon, too.
As the series progressed, readers chose their favorites. Teams were formed. I hope you all fell in love (or, maybe just lust) with a lot of the boys Keatyn interacted with.
Sander, Brooklyn, Cush, Aiden, Riley, Dallas, Dawson, Jake, Damian, Cooper, and Knox.
I even poked a little fun at the phenomenon when talking about the movies at the end of the series.
Although, in the first movie, most viewers were torn between Cush, Brooklyn, Dawson, and Aiden, by the second one, so many were Team Aiden. It's kind of funny that many moviegoers didn't even realize the movies were based on a real couple. They've been heating up social media sites and online forums claiming that if Keatyn didn't chose Aiden they would all die. Millions wore four-leaf clover t-shirts and tweeted #ifly.
But by the end of Love Me, regardless of who readers wanted, Keatyn would decide between Aiden and Brooklyn.
Two boys.
A country apart.
Who share the same birthday.
One whose name means fire. The other, whose name means water.
One who represents her old life. The other her new.
And both, who made a wish on the moon.
I just realized my worlds don't have clear-cut lines of separation anymore.
Brooklyn = Malibu. Waves. France. Europe. The beach. Sunrise.
Aiden = Connecticut. Eastbrooke. New York. The loft. Sunset.
I hadn't realized it, but Aiden has been invading what should be Brooklyn territory ever since we were in St. Croix. The surf. The sand.
And, now, he's about to invade France.
The place B came to be with me. Dropped everything. Got on a plane. For me. In the hammock is where we confessed our love for each other. It wasn't long after that we shared our first time. Our summer of waves.
Before my birthday party, I hoped my worlds would come together.
Until they were standing there in front of me.
Sander. Cush. Brooklyn.
Each one representing a different choice. A different life.
A different me.
But I didn't need my worlds to come together.
I needed myself to come together.
Aiden kisses my temple. "You have that faraway look in your eye. What are you thinking?"
"That I've changed a lot since the last time I was there."
I stare into the green eyes of the boy who has helped me realize that I don't need separate lives but, rather, should find someone who fits comfortably into them all.
From the moment Keatyn met Aiden, Brooklyn didn't really stand much of a chance.
It would make this section really long if I pulled every single amazing Aiden scene from the series so, instead, I created the Swoonworthy List.
This list contains all four hundred and seventy-one of the dreamy things Aiden did and said.
Which, honestly, is a pretty big indication in and of itself that he was always the guy for Keatyn.
"You're pretty gorgeous yourself."
That deep, sexy laugh. Grrr, baby, grr.
"You look like my next girlfriend."
"I brought you some lunch."
"I'd like to do nothing but stare into your eyes."
A perfect four-leaf clover.
A kiss on the cheek.
Wanting to kick the crap out of Riley for sucking cotton candy off my fingers.
"You look pretty. I really like your hair like that."