Author's Note: I swear I'll stop deleting stories that I start. I'll finish them all and give you guys an ending. This is kind of what I was going to do with the Chance story but I wanted to add a twist. I hope you enjoy it and please review when you're done. Thanks and happy reading!

-Skye

"Even though I'm going away," the little girl said slowly through her tears, "do you promise we'll always be friends?"

"Of course we will be." The boy around the same young age as the girl held in his tears and rocked back and forth on his heels. "Just 'cause you're going away doesn't mean we have to forget about each other and stuff."

She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and ran up to the boy, holding him as tight as she could. For a moment he went stiff but then relaxed and returned the hug, wishing that his friend wasn't leaving him. The girl's mother called her over to the car but she only buried her head deeper into her friend's chest.

"Your Mom is calling you. I don't want you to get in trouble," he said sadly. "Just promise me…" She looked up into his clear, oceanic blue eyes, "that you'll come back."

She nodded her head furiously and attempted a smile. After he released her she ran off to her mother and looked back at her friend for the last time.

"I promise!"

She woke with a start as her cell phone vibrated in her skirt pocket. After wiping the sweat off her brow, she reached into her pocket and set off the alarm before she tucked it away. "I should have turned off the alarms when I finished unpacking." She sat up on her fluffy, bed and looked around her new room with its black and electric blue color scheme. With a smile of satisfaction, she hopped off the bed and stared out the window above it overlooking the crystal clear ocean. "The Destiny Islands haven't changed a bit."

After stretching a bit, the teenager waltzed over to closet door mirrors and assessed the damage from sleeping half the afternoon away. Her pale green eyes were bloodshot and her tan/light brown skin was clammy beyond all reason. She ran her fingers through her long, messy, ebony hair where the tips were rebelliously dyed white and then braided it down. "That's what I get for falling asleep in my work clothes without showering," she grumbled. 'I can't believe my parents got me to paint the extra bedroom,' the girl thought tiredly. 'That's the last time I stick around when they dish out chores.'

As if her thoughts could be heard, a woman in her mid-forties appeared in the doorway and the relationship between the two was very clear. The mother had the same tan skin as her daughter and the same pale green eyes. Her hair, although it was the same shade of black minus the white, was cut above her shoulders and pulled back by a headband. She wiped the dust off her old t-shirt and smiled at her daughter.

"Thanks for doing the extra bedroom while I dusted off all the wood, Silver. I'd of had a hard time reaching everything and you just so happen to be taller than me."

"Mom," Silver said tiredly, "I'm 5'7 and you're 5'5. It's not that much of a difference."

Silver's mother rolled her eyes while her daughter plopped back down on her bed. She then stepped into the bedroom and scanned it over. "You did a good job on this one too," She ran a hand over the deep blue walls and nodded her head in approval. "I don't know why your father and I didn't just get you to do the entire house."

"Not gonna happen," Silver said with slight annoyance. Her mother tapped the black furniture and pursed her lips. "Your Dad won't be too happy with all the black though," she looked at the black bed frame, black desk in the corner and black armoire. "But it does look good with the blue and silver. You're quite the decorator."

Silver fell back against the royal blue and black comforter and hugged a silver fashion pillow. "Thanks. By the way, I'm starving. When are we going out to eat?"

"Glad you asked," a mischievous smile appeared on her face and Silver cringed, knowing that her mother was up to something. "Your father is having dinner with a co-worker tonight so it'll just be me and you."

"So…" Silver closed her eyes and waited for the rest.

"So we'll be going out tonight but we'll be having dinner with an old friend of mine."

"Anyone from Hollow Bastion?"

Silver's mother laughed. "Of course not silly. From the Destiny Islands. It's been six years since we've moved away from here so why on Earth would we have dinner with people from another island? Besides, you were 9 when we left so I thought maybe we could reconnect with a few people so you won't be alone when you start school next Monday."

The 15 year-old sighed and then rolled on her stomach, remembering the dream she had been abruptly woken up from and buried her face in the pillow. "Who is it?"

"Not tellin'." She sing-songed. "But we'll be leaving in a couple of hours so don't fall back asleep. Oh," She ran out to the hall as if she'd forgotten something and reappeared with a bright yellow shopping bag. "And I picked you out something to wear. I want you to look nice."

"I do dress nice," Silver argued, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Yeah, but not lately. All it's been is dark t-shirts and sweat pant."

"We just moved from one of the farthest islands in the Destiny Islands. I'm not dressing to impress anyone when I have to put a house together and get conned into painting bedrooms."

"Whatever," her mother said dismissively. "And you did that in Hollow Bastion too so don't argue." She ignored Silver's groaning and placed the bag at the foot of her bed. "Hop in the shower, get dressed and fix your hair." She turned on her heel and waltzed out the room. "And no complaining about what I got you. It's not an option."

Hearing the edge to her mother's voice sent chills up her spine. "I'm not a friggin' Barbie doll," she mumbled as she grabbed the bag. Silver then placed it next to her and grabbed the silver/blue crescent moon pendant dangling from the chain. 'I know it's just dinner, but why do I feel so nervous? It's probably family or something. But knowing Mom, it's not gonna be that simple.'

"Oh my she is lovely," a woman with long, dirty-blonde hair reaching her elbows said while she talked on the phone. Her crystal-like aquamarine eyes scanned over a photograph while she sat idly on a long, white leather sofa. "Where did the years go Valencia? We're getting old."

A couple of boys walked down the stairs while laughing and joking amongst themselves. The first and younger boys had wildly spiked light-brown hair and deep royal blue eyes. The second was a teenager with pale skin despite the tropical island sun and silver hair that touched his shoulders. His eyes, like the woman on the sofa, were a clear, ocean blue and a she had his pale, clear skin.

"Sora, why do you get freaked out every time we play Resident Evil 5?" The silver-haired teen asked the brunette. "That game is nowhere near scary."

"Because those dead people pop up out of nowhere! I can't keep up," Sora said indignantly. "It's not my fault I only pay attention to what I'm killing at the time. You don't have to be so harsh Riku."

Riku smirked and hurried his friend down the stairs. "I'm not harsh. You just have to pay attention. Imagine what Kairi would've thought if she would have heard you scream like you did a few minutes ago." Sora's face turned a light shade of pink and Riku burst into a fit of laughter.

"You act like you never do anything out of the ordinary. Trust me," Sora warned, "you'll slip up one day and when you do, I'll be there with a video camera." The two headed for the main entrance and Riku touched the woman's shoulder as he passed her by.

Sora slipped on his tennis shoes while Riku opened the door for him. "Trust me Sora, I don't think that'll happen anytime soon. I wouldn't give you the satisfaction. By the way, tell your Mom I said hi and thanks for the ride home from blitzball practice yesterday. My parents had to leave at the last minute and I'd probably still be stuck at school."

"No problem," Sora replied as he headed out the door. "That's what best friends are for. See you later." Riku waved back and then shut the door, preparing to head up to his bedroom once again. He walked past his mother who appeared to be finishing up her conversation but was stopped abruptly by her laughter.

"I know! It's been a while since I've been to that restaurant…. We'll be there in an hour…yes I'm bringing Riku. He'll be pleased to see you guys again after such a long time…Alright then, see you soon Valencia." Riku then turned to his mother as she clicked off the phone and placed it on the hook behind her. He walked over to her and stared at the phone.

"Are you going out tonight?" he asked casually as he sat down on the sofa opposite of hers. She nodded her head and grinned. "And did you say Valencia?"

"Yes I did honey. But you and I are going out to eat while your father and co-workers have dinner." She ran her fingers through her hair and then headed for the stairs with her son closely behind. "Do you remember Ms. Valencia?"

"Yeah. You guys are supposed to be best friends but they moved away when I was 9."

She stopped halfway up and looked over her shoulder before continuing her ascent. "And do you remember Silver? She'll be there too."

Riku's jaw dropped in shock, something that rarely happened, and then his eyes lit up in excitement. "How could I forget Silver? We were friends practically since birth."

"Well," his mother cleared her throat, "they moved back to the main island a few days ago and I thought it would be a good idea to go out an eat so we could get reacquainted. In fact, her father and your dad are out right now for a company dinner. I thought it would be nice if you guys met up seeing as you were so close."

Images of Riku's childhood played over in his mind like a classic movie. When they were infants they played over each other's houses and when they got older, they hung out on the little islet until the sun went down. Riku, Sora, Silver and eventually Kairi, were the closest of friends until Silver's family moved away on account of her father's job. And even though years have passed, he always wondered how she was doing. He couldn't keep his smile to himself and then headed towards his room to get ready.

"Hey," his mother called before she entered her room, "if you want to see what Silver looks like, there's a picture of her on the living room table. You'd probably like her; she's so pretty and mature-looking. You may not recognize her."

"Nah, I'll just wait 'til we get there. It'd almost be like spoiling the surprise."

"Okay, but don't take too long in the shower and use up all the hot water. I swear you take longer in the bathroom than most teenage girls."

"That's an exaggeration. Besides, I just care about how I look."

"Please, you take longer than me sometimes and that's really saying something."

Riku's mother disappeared into the master bedroom while he retreated to his own. He strolled on over to his dresser and picked up a photograph of his friends when they were really young, smiling as he did so. 'I wonder if you remember our promises Silver.'