Hey everyone! I'm really sorry it took me so long to finish this story, but here it is the final chapter. I don't plan on making a sequel but there is a small chance my mind may change in the future. Want to thank my amazing beta Pixies Between The Pages, for sticking with me for the whole story. Also I want to thank anyone who read, reviewed, followed, or favorited this story, you guys are what kept me writing! But anyways here's the last chapter, I hope you like it!

Pesto's POV

I could not believe my eyes! She was here! She was really here! After all this time I had found her. I made my way towards her as fast as I could.
"Cleo!" I shouted, as I ran towards her. Her head whipped around to face me, eyes widening in shock. She spun in the opposite direction abandoning what she was doing and sprinted away from me.

I chased her for a good five minutes until she finally lost me. I stood in the middle of the festival doubled over hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. She ran! After all this time I finally found her and she ran away from me?! I thought to myself in shock. True I had never expected her to welcome me with open arms, but I had thought she would talk to me or at the very least just yell at me.

"Pesto!" I looked up and saw Wyatt coming my way. Once he reached me he gave me a slightly concerned look. "What happened? You okay?"
I did my best to calm my breathing before answering. "I saw Cleo."
Wyatt's eyes lit up. "Really? Where is she? And why isn't she with you?"
I looked at the ground unable to meet his eyes. "She ran..."
Wyatt stomped his foot on the ground in anger. "I can't believe it!" He took a couple deep breaths and calmed down. "We need to find her. at least we know she's here now."
I nodded. "Do you know where the others are?" I asked. He shook his head, and I sighed.."Then I guess we are on our own."

Cleo POV

After I lost Pesto I ran back into i got there I realized I had no clue what I was doing there. I face palmed. How could I be so stupid? I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, that was the last thing i had to worried about. What was Pesto doing here? Did he come to find me? I doubt it. But there's almost no way this could be a coincidence... I need to find Jason, he always knows what to do.

As I was rounding the corner, on the way to Jason's house I heard two voices talking.
"Look it's not like i can just run up and take their money! The festival has been a huge success. It's time to face the facts and cut our losses. They win we lose."
There was a very brief pause then another voice responded. "Give up! What kind of man did I raise?"
I finished rounding the corner and my worst fears were confirmed. There stood Jason with the man I spilled coffee on my first day in town. Me and Jason locked eyes for a moment before I turned and ran. I seemed to be doing a lot of running these days. Maybe it was time I stopped.

I don't know how long I ran or were I was going all I knew was at some point I had started crying.

"Cleo!" I stopped and looked up. Pesto was standing in front of me. Behind him was Wyatt, they were both looking at me worriedly. I just couldn't take it anymore, it was all just too much. I flung myself into Pesto's arms and cried. He hugged me back and did his best to comfort me but I could tell he felt awkward.

After that it was all a blur. Wyatt apologized and I told them I wanted to go home. It was not long before I was in front Mrs. Baker saying my goodbyes. She was, of course. sad to see me go and I was sad to leave her but we both knew it was for the best. Besides I have a weird feeling she knew things would turn out like this. I never did talk to Jason about what happened but I was able to gather that he had been getting close to me to take down the bakery. I was oddly okay with Jason's deceit. I mean, sure I was pretty upset at first but the more I thought about it I realized that I had been using Jason to distract myself from wanting to go home.

It felt so weird to be in a car with the people I had runaway to avoid. I was so confused. How was I supposed to feel? Happy? Sad? Angry? These were the people who had humiliated me, insulted me, and abandoned me. Sure I was going back with them, but I hadn't forgiven them. They had hurt me and though they had come to get me I still was not sure I could forgive them.

I was looking out the window when something accured to me.
"Why isn't mom here?" I asked Wyatt, who was sitting next to me.
An immense look of guilt over took his face. "Well... You see..."
Jasmine cut him off. "We stole the car!"
My eyes widened. They did what?! "You stole the car!? What were you thinking?"
I could see Pesto rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly in the passenger seat. "We didn't really think this though, did we?"
I shook my head in wonder. "No you did not..." This made Pesto blush crimson.

Pesto's POV

After about a day of driving we stopped at hotel and rented a room for the night. We all hauled our stuff through the seedy looking lobby to the small elevator. When we all got in I felt like I was going to be crushed up against the wall. Once we reached our floor we all trudged down the hallway, we reached our room and Amanda swiped the key card and opened the door to revel a small room with two full sized beds and a small t.v on a dresser. Everyone filed in doing their best to suppress yawns.

Amanda spoke up. "Okay guys I know everyone's sleepy but we need to eat. So Crash, Wyatt, Jasmine, you're coming with me to find food."
Jasmine pouted. "Why doesn't Pesto have to come?"
Amanda looked at her youngest sister sternly. "Because he helped me navigate." They left, which meant I was alone with Cleo. I didn't know what to say so we sat in silence for a long time, both of us siting on a bed.
Cleo spoke up. "How did you guys find me?"
I looked down at my hands guiltily. "We read your diary..."
Cleo blushed bright red. "You.. Read...my di..Dia.."
I nodded. "Yeah. And Cleo," We finally met each other's gaze. "I'm sorry about leaving you for Wyatt. Also I never helped Wyatt and Crash prank you they just put my name on the card. I know it's not enough and that you probably can't forgive me but I was hoping we could be freinds again."
She slowly processed the information before smiling. "I think I'd like that."

Cleo's POV

The rest of the trip was uneventful, and soon I was in front of my apartment door. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Mom sat on the couch looking down at her phone as if waiting for some important message. She had bags under her red and puffy eyes, and she looked completely heartbroken.
She looked up at the sound of the door opening and closing. Her eyes widened as her face lit up. "You...You're...You're all back," She almost sobbed out. She quickly jumped of the couch and hugged us all crying the whole time.
I felt so guilty. This was my fault. After she was done crying and making sure we were all fine she exploded. "You are all going to be in so much trouble! But first you had better tell me what happened!" So I told her everything, excluding things like me and Jason and the fact that it was Wyatt and Crash who pulled the prank.

Mom of course punished us all, minus Pesto who's parents punished him. And after several months of punishments things started to go back to normal. Well I guess I shouldn't say normal. Wyatt, Crash and Pesto and I started to hang out together after I got back. It felt strange at first but soon I started to feel like a part of the group. Me and Pesto had talked more about our past and tried to patch up our old relationship and still leave room for Wyatt and Crash. It was hard work at times but worth it.

Surprisingly though the person who was changed the most was Amanda. No more was she the snotty, self centered, dimwitted older sister I grew up with. Instead Amanda was starting apply to colleges to study psychology in the hopes of becoming a therapist. Wyatt started to act like a protective older brother and mom started acting more strict and made sure to always knows where I was going. Jasmine and Crash remained unchanged, honestly, continuing to be they're crazy selfs. As for myself I was happier then I'd been in years. My crush on Pesto slowly got bigger and I think he may feel the same way...Hopefully he will ask me to the upcoming school dance. All in all, my life is great and I wouldn't change any of it.