Chapter 1

A/N: Takes place after KK6 and has spoilers. This is how the Keepers try to relax after the cruise. Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Finn's POV

Brokenness and guilt was all I felt.

After the special DHI cruise, my mom offered to take me and my friends over to Fort Wilderness, because she knew the Keepers and I needed a little break from all that has happened.

So there we were. In a little RV that was supposed to bond us kids, without using an unhealthy heap of adrenaline, danger and pressure.

First, Willa and the guys beckoned (more like forced) me onto the bike trails. Mom, of course brought my BMX, Willa's mom's van carried her mountain bike, Maybeck would glide along on his BMX, while Philby would ride on his scooter throughout the trails weaving in and out through vegetation. Charlene, Amanda and Jess rode on one of the golf carts cheering us on, since they didn't bring along their bikes.

We got out of the cozy RV. When I took a glimpse at Willa's bike, I had to do a double take.

Her bike was mostly grey and black, while some gears are red and white. It was truly a mountain bike, with the dials attached on the handles and the cables under parts of the frame. The wheels were rough and caked with patches of dirt. Not a sight of pink.

Philby and Maybeck were also gaping; their mouths hung open in shock. Willa smirked at our reactions.

"Is this your bike Willa?" Maybeck inquired, scratching his head, struggling to decide if it was just a hallucination or not. She nodded.

"Got it for my birthday." She replied. Maybeck raised his eyebrows, reaching his hand out for it, to test if it wasn't a holographic illusion. We all knew Willa wasn't the biggest girly girl on the planet, but we never expected this from her.

"Would've expected blue or something." He muttered. Philby and I chuckled as Willa glared at him, having heard that.

The RV door suddenly flew open and the other three hopped out. Amanda jiggled the key as she held it up, like it was a prized jewel.

"I declare, that I, Amanda Lockhart, will drive the golf cart!" She announced in a mock medieval tone. Jess groaned in disappointment.

"I call backseat!" Charlene yelled, running for the seat she claimed. Jess trudged behind her, pouting. But then she spotted Willa's bike.

"Nice bike Wills!" Jess complimented. Willa beamed.

"Thanks!" She replied. Charlene and Amanda were fighting over the last Goofy Glacier left while Maybeck and Philby were examining Willa's bike, mumbling their incoherent thoughts to either themselves or to each other.

"Are we gonna go or not?" I interjected, irritated. Biking clears my head, and I was eager to do that. I had to get away from the horrific memories. They tilted their heads in confusion, since it's a rarity to see me so snappy. "Well?" They quickly nodded, and then we disembarked.

We passed by other golf carts, motor coaches and their stations, trailers, and the scarce cars; we acknowledged dog walkers, joggers, and our fellow bike riders with waves, small smiles or nods; we pedaled over hills of pavement and zoomed downhill on sidewalks that snaked around the vegetation. We went over the bridge, cruising along wooden fences while the trees towered over us. The ever-growing plants loomed overhead, forming a shield against the scorching UV rays.

Birds twittered and flew past us, nearly colliding with our bikes, causing us to cry out. Squirrels scampered across the ground bounding towards the branches or diving behind the arching roots that made me think of brown rainbows.

Leaves fluttered down gently, some landing on our helmets or floating down toward the pavement beneath the wheels, just to get launched up in the air again. Rainwater trickled into the culverts that were semi-buried in the packed Earth, resembling creeks. Some kids even pretended to fish from it.

Soon enough, we're at the Meadows Swimming Pool. Yay, I thought sardonically to myself.

It wasn't the grandest pool with the grandest slide. It was just…a pool, three or four feet deep at the most, with a slide attached to it. The slide was wide but short, the ride only lasting about twelve seconds. But waiting in line has its perks.

The view was breathtaking. Birds were flitting about, zipping from treetop to treetop. Canoes glided across the water, the paddles causing little ripples to travel to the bank. Shouts from happy little kids in the playground hung in the air, while the volleyball game nearby thumps to a changing beat. It sure tears your eyes away from the wooden, algae-ridden steps.

Gray clouds shrouded the blue sky. Drizzles turned to downpours. Lightning flashed and the pool closed. We followed the Cast Members into the hooded picnic area where the concession stand and arcade was. They started a game of trivia for Pixar movies. Of course, Willa answered most of the questions, especially for Brave.

"What is the name of Merida's horse?"

"Angus!" Willa immediately yelled.

"What're the names of the triplets?"

"Hamish…Hubert and…" A boy called out, but trailed off. He was trying to remember the last one.

"Harris right?" Willa called out. Maybeck nodded.

"It's probably that. Right?" He sounded unsure. Charlene agreed with him. Of course. The Cast Member actually wasn't sure.

"Can someone please look it up?" The Cast Member sheepishly asked, blushing. The two other Cast Members were playfully teasing her.

I flipped my phone open and quickly searched for it.

"She's right!" As always. "I looked it up." I added, for proof. Round of applause.

Later at 7:30, Mom roasted marshmallows with us and we created S'mores. The moist marshmallows made our mouth sticky. Chocolate dribbled down our chins and unfortunately for the girls, marshmallow goo latched onto their hair.

We sang along to the Bonfire Songs with Chip and Dale, and mumbled the unfamiliar lyrics. Amanda laughed while we did the hokey pokey and I chuckled along with her. I spun her around, encouraging her to laugh uncontrollably. I did the same to Jess and then twirled both at the same time. We chortled as we sang along.

Then came the movie. We spectated Merida shooting arrows, the encounter with the Witch, and Merida teaching her mother how to fish like a bear. We laughed at the triplet's antics, while teasing Philby about how well he could be related to them.

He just shrugged and accepted Willa's head on his shoulder, shoving popcorn into his mouth, like he didn't have a care in the world.

While having a complexion on his face that almost matched his hair.

We shed a few tears near the end (especially Charlene, who Maybeck comforted back into her composed self), when Merida finally admits that it was all her fault, apologizing over and over again to her bear mom. We applauded for the ending.

We navigated our way to our RV. Willa and Charlene's mom, Jelly, and Katrina agreed to have an RV for them and the four girls.

The other vehicle was for us guys and our families, excluding Maybeck's. It wasn't as cramped as we thought. My mom slept on one bed, Mrs. Philby slept on another. Maybeck and I claimed bunks while Philby took the pull out. Willa's two brothers brought sleeping bags that they set up on the floor.

I stared at the ceiling. Dillard's still watching over me, and he wouldn't want me to be sad.

He just wants me to have fun with my friends I have every chance I get.