So I did this super long excuse on why I have been so absent these past few weeks on "Holding Onto Love" (if you want the full thing, go check out the recent chapter.) Quick summary: I started new classes this semester. I am taking Creative Writing. Which has opened a door to new opportunities for me as a writer. It's a very challenging course and I've been pretty busy with it.

I am trying my best to get new fanfics in and finishing up the old ones because everywhere I turn, more and more are popping up. I want to do a few new one shots, a few Girl Meets World fanfics, of course Lab Rats (a few are gonna be crossovers). The one I'm most excited for is I'm going to be doing a Lab Rats and Titanic crossover. I am super excited. I've also abandoned many fanfics like Spies' Secret Love and Pitch Perfect Rats that I wanna get started on so I wanna get them out of the way. I'm gonna be very busy so bear with me, guys! Sorry, that was longer than expected let's get on with the fanfic.

-9th Day-

Chase's POV:

We were still in New York City. We agreed to stay back a day. Today's dare was a little less exciting then almost getting arrested, we were writing letters to our future selves.

I knew this one was gonna mess with my heart strings. Because… there was not going to be no future Chase. Berlin knew this, so why does she want us to do it? It was all a mystery to me. I would have sat this one out, but I promised. 30 days, 30 dares. I had to complete this one.

It was around lunchtime. The girls went for a walk early in the morning and came back to the hotel just a few minutes ago. We spent our times sleeping and watching TV. I would have gone out with them, but they said it was gonna be "girl talk". Which meant that I couldn't come. So I stayed back.

They came back (they must have gone to the store) with a bunch of notebooks, pens, pencils, and snacks. They sprawled them all on the living room floor where we had been watching TV. We watched the girls talk and sort all the stuff out.

"What's all this?" Colton asked. Leo lower the volume on the TV and Adam started to complain. "Well, we figured we'd get some supplies for the next dare," Janelle replied. "It's not a big one, but we figured we should still make it a big deal. I mean, this is our future selves we're talking about," Isla explained. "So we have snacks, paper, and pens," Bree said with a smile. "You guys ready?" Berlin asked.

We got on the floor with the girls and grabbed a sheet of paper along with a pen. Adam was the first one to quickly grab a snack. "We don't have to share them. But maybe in a few years we could open them and see if what we wrote is at all relevant to our lives," Berlin explained.

Everyone started to quickly write. There was silence across the room. All you could hear is paper moving and pencils/pens writing. Even Adam was quiet for a good five minutes.

I felt stumped. I also felt some grief come upon me. All of these people were going to make it to see their future selves. So why should I try at all? This dare in general made me upset. I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Berlin noticed I was struggling. She stopped writing and turned to me. "Can I talk to you?" She whispered. I nodded and we both got up and left the hotel room. When we were outside, I blurted out, "I can't do it." She didn't seem surprised. She just stared at me.

"Well, aren't you gonna say something?" I persisted. "Chase, out of all the years I have known you, you've never said "what if" to me once. I mean, what if, Chase? What if you make it? What if this is the story of faith you'll tell your children and your grandchildren," She told me. There was a pause, but then she continued, "Look, I know Mr. Davenport said it was impossible, but I believe he's gonna save you. I'm holding onto that hope like there's no tomorrow. I'm hoping you'll do the same."

No matter how much I wanted to deny that she was wrong about this one, she was correct. The whole reason I did this dare thing was because I had hope. I had hope in what was to come. I knew that whatever the outcome would be, I was gonna be okay. I wasn't going to waste my life away.

"Thank you," I said. She gave me a hug. And I embraced her. I didn't want to let go. She let go and we both looked into each other's eyes. I wanted to kiss her, but Bree opened the door and asked, "Is everything okay out here?" We both nodded.

We went back inside and sat down. As soon as I sat down, the words poured out of my pen. I used three sheets of paper. (front and back). I knew exactly what I was going to write. I knew I'd write a letter to my future self, along with my future wife, children, and grandchildren.

I had so much to say. I could hear everyone talking around me, but I didn't care. I was focused on what I had to write. I felt someone punch me. I looked up. Everyone was looking at me. (Adam was the one who had punched me) "Are you done?" Leo asked. Berlin was grinning from ear to ear.

I looked down at my paper and signed my name at the bottom. "I'm done." Isla got up and grabbed envelopes from the store bag. She handed them out to all of us. "Here. Put them in and write your names on them. We have a box to put them in. Maybe in a few years we'll be able to open them," She said.

We each put our letters in our own separate envelopes. I licked my envelope and sealed it shut. I then put my first and last name in cursive on the front. On the bottom, I put the date. I also put on the bottom: "You had 22 more days to live… did you make it?"

I took my letter and placed it in the open box that was in front of us. The box had a key. When everyone had put their letters in, Colton closed the box. Berlin handed me the key. "Do you wanna lock it up?"

I looked at all of my friends and my siblings. I smiled at them, took the key from Berlin and locked up the box. I handed it to back to her. She mouthed, "I'm proud of you." I was proud of myself too. Who knows? Maybe I will be able to open that box up again… Or maybe not… We'll see.

Mr. Davenport's POV:

We had twenty-two more days. We had gotten somewhere, but it felt like we were running out of time to do it. Twenty-two days may seem like a lot, but it was precious and valuable time to us. Chase's live was at stake.

My brother seemed just as tense as I was. This was his son too. We just hoped we were going to be the ones that gave him the hope that he is probably seeking.

This was a short/longish chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Every Wednesday. (I'm hoping…)

Alright, I'm out,

-Angie