Okay, this just sort of came to me, and i like it better than my other story, so I'm probably going to be writing about this one more.

Oh, by the way, i do not own Kingdom Keepers. :(

Finn P.O.V.

Two weeks.

We had two weeks off, and now we're running from the OTs again.

Philby made sure I was the only one crossed over tonight. Wayne had told me yesterday that he needed to talk to me. That it was urgent.

I walked stealthily across the plaza to the back entrance to Wayne's apartment, opening the door only to find Amanda already talking to the old man himself.

I felt my heart speed up. That always happened when I saw Amanda. Up until a couple weeks ago, things had been weird between us. You know, with Charlie and all.

Thankfully, Charlene got over her stupid crush on me. Apparently, she and Amanda had talked, seeing as they were acting like sisters whenever they were together.

My hands started sweating. Why didn't Philby tell me she was coming? I would have tried to look nicer than this.

Upon hearing the door opening, Amanda had turned around, smiling when she saw me. That just made me more nervous.

Not wanting her to think anything was wrong, I quickly sat down beside her, looking at Wayne expectantly.

"Well?" I asked, impatient.

Wayne looked as if he hadn't slept well in awhile. He sighed and said solemnly,

"It's not safe for you here anymore. The Imagineers and I have decided that all seven of you need to move."

"WHAT?!" Amanda and I yelled.

"I know that this is quite a shock to you, but you must understand that I am only doing this to keep you kids safe."

"But where are we going to go? How are we going to pay for it? What about our families? I mean, Jess and I don't have any, but the others do! Oh yeah, and how do you expect the seven of us to live together and get along?!" Amanda rambled, gasping for breath when she finished.

"Yeah, and how long are we going to be gone? Look, I love those guys, all of them, but I can't even imagine having to live with them! I'd be dead after one hour!"

Wayne looked ready to pass out from all our questions.

"Children, if you will be quiet for just one moment, I will be happy to answer all of your questions."

He took a deep breath and started talking again.

"You will be moving to Texas. You will not be paying for your trip, I have already taken care of that. You will be staying in a beautiful suite that takes up an entire floor of the Millionaire Hotel. I have already talked to everyone's families and hostesses, and they are fine with you all going alone. They say you have grown up and that they trust you."

That answered most of our questions, but Wayne had failed to answer the most important question going through my head right now.

"Yeah, that's all fine and dandy, but how long do we have to stay there?" Amanda asked.

I swear, sometimes it's like she can read my mind.

Wayne seemed hesitant to answer, like he was dreading our reaction. Finally, he let out a big breath and said,

"At least six months."

Amanda P.O.V.

"WHAT!?"

It was the morning after our meeting with Wayne, and we had met up with everybody to tell them the news.

It wasn't one of our best days.

"SIX MONTHS?!" Charlene yelled.

"What, so you don't want to spend six months with me?" Willa asked.

"I don't mind spending six months with you, you're my best friend. I just don't want to spend six months with HIM!" she answered, pointing at Maybeck.

"Hey, I'm not too excited about sharing a suite with you, either, monkey girl!" Maybeck said, leaning across the table toward Charlie.

"Did you just call me Monkey Girl?!"

They started fighting about something, but it got drowned out by everyone else disagreeing with each other.

Willa and Jess were arguing with one another while Philby and I tried to break them up.

Maybeck and Charlene's fight was slowly getting heated, and I could tell that they were about to get physical, so I stopped trying to break up the two girls and fixed my attention on not letting Maybeck and Charlie fight in the middle of a restaurant. All the while, Finn's head was in his hands. I felt sorry for him.

Yeah, the seven of us would do fine in a suite together for six months, maybe longer. Make sure you note the sarcasm in my voice since there's quite a lot.

Philby, seeing my dilemma, ran over to Maybeck and held him down, while I did the same to Charlie. This was going to get ugly.

Thankfully, before anyone could start throwing punches, Finn stood up and yelled,

"QUIET!"

Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. To tell you the truth, I was a little scared. Finn had never yelled at us before. And he looked MAD.

"Look," he said, his voice going back to its normal level, "I'm not any happier than you are about this, but we have no choice. Our parents agreed. We're going, no questions asked. I know that there's going to be some drama over the next six months, but let's try to not rip each other's heads off before we even get on the plane."

He plopped back down in his seat, tired.

I looked around at all the other faces at our table. The faces I knew so well. We all came to a silent agreement to wait until we got to Texas before fighting. I had a feeling that I was going to get to know everyone a lot better than I do now.

Charlene P.O.V.

I couldn't believe this.

I mean, I loved those guys a lot, they were part of my family, but six months was way too long. And that was at the least!

I took one last look at my room. Everything was packed up, so it seemed very empty. All that was left was the shelves and my bed. I had grown up in this place, and I had a feeling I wouldn't be seeing it in a long time.

"Charlene, honey, Mrs. Whitman is here to pick you up!" my mom called from downstairs.

As I made my way down, I wondered how she was going to fit everyone's luggage into her car. I knew for a fact that everyone was pretty much bringing their whole room.

When I opened the door, my questions were answered. Attached to the back of Mrs. Whitman's car was a humungous trailer. It was so big my jaw dropped.

So that's how she's going to fit all our luggage.

My mom stopped me at the door, pulling me into a hug.

"Mr. Wayne told me that it would be best for me to not converse with you, so don't call or write to me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "But, mom-"

"It's fir the best, sweetheart. Don't worry, we'll see each other soon."

Tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes. I could feel some of my own starting to build up.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Turner, but could finish up? We have three other kids to pick up and our flight leaves in an hour." Mrs. Whitman called.

My mom turned to me one last time, looking me over.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Getting a picture in my head. I don't want to forget what you look like. I want to remember every detail. Oh, you've grown up so fast. I'm sorry I won't be able to be there for your seventeenth birthday."

"Mom, you don't have to-"

"I love you, Charlie."

I stood there, dumbfounded for a second.

"You called me Charlie." I whispered, one tear managing to fall despite my efforts to keep it inside.

Mrs. Whitman said for me to hurry up, and my mom gave me a little shove.

Right before I climbed inside, I turned back around toward my mom and yelled,

"I love you, too!"

Her tears ran down her face. She blew me a kiss before closing the front door.

I slammed the car door shut, not feeling in a talking mood.

For the first time I realized exactly how much I was going to miss her.

As the others talked quietly, giggles erupting here and there, I felt a single tear roll down my cheek.

Willa P.O.V.

Since my mom was a drunk, I had no sentimental good-bye when it was my turn to get picked up.

In fact, my mom didn't even wait to tell me bye.

As soon as I finished packing and came downstairs, she said,

"Have a nice time in Louisiana. Tell me if there were any cute guys."

She started up the stairs toward her room.

"It's Texas!" I yelled before she slammed the door.

Personally, I didn't care if my friends and I got in a fight every day. Anything was better than this.

With no one else to say bye to, I lugged all of my stuff out onto the front porch. It took several trips.

When I finished, I collapsed onto the porch myself. I really needed to get back in shape. Two weeks of no running from OTs gave me some time to gain weight.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not even close to being fat. In fact, Charlene says that I'm just paranoid and that I've always been that way, but I still think I've gained a couple pounds.

Charlene isn't like me, though. She doesn't gain weight the way I do. We could both eat twenty s'mores and it would show on me, but not her. She could eat a hundred cheese burgers and still be the same weight.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Mrs. Whitman pulling up into our drive. When I saw the ginormous trailer attached to the back of her van, my jaw dropped.

That was a big trailer.

The back door of the car slid open, four of my friends jumping out to help me with my stuff.

When Charlene reached me, she looked very relieved.

"Thank goodness you're finally with us!" she exclaimed, looking back at the boys with disgust.

"What do you mean?"

"I was sitting in the car with them for fifteen minutes. It felt like so much longer."

She rolled her eyes before adding, "They were talking about guy stuff."

I nodded my head to show Charlie that I understood.

Right on cue, the boys caught up to us, all of them laughing their heads off.

"Hey, Willa!" they all yelled at the same time. This only triggered their meaningless laughter again. I rolled my eyes as we put the last of my bags into the trailer.

As we walked to the car and started to climb in, Charlene whispered,

"I'm really glad you're here."

I was glad I was here, too.

Jess P.O.V.

Amanda and I were ready pretty quickly since we barely had anything to pack and no one to say good-bye to.

Last night when we got home, Mrs. Nash told us to have a nice life and to not wake anyone up when we left.

That was the most words she'd ever said to us without screaming.

I think I'm going to miss Mrs. Nash a little bit.

Okay, that's a lie. Let me rephrase that. I'm going to miss her reaction when she sees the good-bye present I left her.

I sat down on steps in front of the house, Amanda doing the same.

It was quite early in the morning, so it was still cold, and the sun hadn't come out yet. By the time it did come out, we wouldn't be in Florida anymore. We'd be in Texas.

I wouldn't be able to see the Florida sun in at least half a year. And that was if we got lucky.

Next to me, Amanda yawned, laying her head on my shoulder. She was never an early riser. Personally, I think the best time of day is the morning. That's the time when there isn't many people outside, just nature.

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath of Florida air. In a couple of hours, I wouldn't be able to do that anymore.

I hear the gravel in front of our house being run over, so I open my eyes. My jaw drops when I see the humungous trailer attached to the back of Mrs. Whitman's car.

I looked over at Amanda only to see my expression reflected back at me.

The back door slid open and all my friends jumped out, the guys laughing like maniacs.

"You four are so weird!" Maybeck yelled to to us.

At first I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but Willa and Charlie explained it to us.

"Apparently, we all had the same expression when we saw the trailer." Charlene said, rolling her eyes.

The four of us threw my and Amanda's bags into the trailer, trying to ignore the guys.

Maybeck said something that sent the other two into a very loud and obnoxious fit of laughter.

"Boys." all four of us said before laughing and jumping into the car.

As Mrs. Whitman peeled out of the drive, I looked out the window, saying good-bye to Mrs. Nash.

Behind me, the boys began throwing skittles at me and the other girls, starting an all-out skittle war.

Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all.

There you have it, folks! I might not be able to update as much since we're getting into tech week for the musical I'm in, but I promise I'll try!

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