Just to clarify what happened at the end of the last chapter, there's only one story about Jess. I just made it seem like Amanda hadn't heard it yet so she could hear it again (because she loved it so much) from Charlene. So yeah...

Amanda was more than happy when she heard that she was eligible to go home today. She couldn't stand living off of hospital food anymore. She wanted nothing more than to be able to sleep in her own bed and eat her own food. She just wanted to go home, crawl under her covers, and finally feel at home again...With Jess. They had almost lost each other for real this time. Of course, they'd had close calls before, but none like this. Amanda couldn't get the sound of her sister's scream out of her head. She was still conscious, but slipping fast. The last thing she heard was Jess's horrid...

"AMANDA!" Jess screeched throwing the hospital room door open.

Amanda jumped at the sound and fell off the bed, landing on the floor with a THUMP. "WHAT?!" She yelled. "...Ow..." She rubbed her back.

"Sorry..." Jess said sheepishly. "But turn on the T.V!"

"What?"

"Turn it on!"

"It already is on, Jess." Amanda motioned to the T.V. that was mounted to the wall. It was currently showing a commercial advertising Catching Fire."What's so important anyway?"

"The news." Jess said.

"What about it?"

"You're on it."

"Me?" Jess nodded. "Why?"

"They think...you're dead."

"What? Why?"

"William...You know who that is, right?"

Amanda nodded. "But I thought he was fired?"

"And arrested."

"Then how did he get to the news?"

"His one phone call..." Jess said to herself, piecing it all together. "He must have used his one phone call to call the news station and told them that you were dead."

"That's messed up..."

"Mmhm..."

"Are they here? The news?"

Jess nodded. "Yeah. They're interviewing everyone, but they get all sympathetic when we say that you're alive and stuff."

"I'm going down there."

"What?"

"I'm going prove to them that I am alive and to humiliate William for what he did to you."

Jess smiled. "Thanks, sis."

"Hey...I owe you one..."

...

"I'm telling you," Finn said, "my girlfriend is not dead."

"Please, Mr. Whitman, you don't have to keep saying-"

"STOP!" Amanda and Jess pushed past the big group of people crowded around the reporter. Everyone looked in their direction. "Stop..." They repeated.

"What do you think you're doing?" The reporter said narrowing her eyebrows at the two. "Will somebody please get these two troublemakers out of the-" She gasped when she looked at Amanda a second time. "Wait...Are you...?" She pointed at Amanda.

Amanda nodded. "Yes."

"But how? We were told that-"

"You were told false information by a man in prison."

The reporter's eyes widened. "What?"

"William Hyland." Jess said. "Does that name sound familiar?"

"Yes, but...he's in...jail?" The reporter asked.

Amanda and Jess nodded. "I was the one who put him in there." Jess said.

The reporter's eyes widened slightly. "Really?" She said.

Jess nodded. "Yes, ma'am, I did."

The reporter motioned for the cameras to get closer. "Interesting...Miss Jessica, is it?" Jess nodded. "Tell us: why did you put him in jail?"

"Well..." Jess looked to her sister for approval. Amanda nodded. "He wanted to kill off my sister for no reason."

"Mmhm...So, you and Miss Lockhart are sisters?"

"Not biologically...We're both orphans...but we raised ourselves as sisters in the same orphanage."

"I see, yes...And was that all he planned on doing? Killing your sister?"

"Ah...No...He turned out to be kind of a creeper...He wanted to, like...Never mind...I'm not really comfortable with saying it on public television."

The reporter pondered on the thought for a moment, then she realized. "Oh...I see. It's perfectly fine if you don't want to share. I respect you for that."

"Thank you." Jess said. She continued to tell the story behind William, letting Amanda cut in half way through to give her take on the whole situation.

"And after Finn and Charlene had told me the story, I was more than thankful to have a sister who loves me as much as Jess."

The reporter smiled and turned back to the camera. "Well, there you have it. Two girls who were brought together by an orphanage, raised each other as sisters, and are willing to do anything for each other. I'm Skyler Johnson, and thank you for watching." The camera guy shut off his camera and walked out the door. "Thank you girls, thank you all of you, for taking part in this and clarifying what was right."

"Hey," Finn said, "we try."

"And you succeed at doing so."

"Skyler," the camera man walked back in, "we need to be heading out."

"Alright." Skyler said to the man before turning back to the Keepers. "Were you heading out?"

"Yes...kind of...but, we live sort of..." Willa started.

"Far away..." Charlene finished.

"How far exactly?"

"...Florida..."

"What a coincidence. We're headed there right now. What part?"

"Orlando." Philby said.

"We're not too far from there. We can give you a lift if you'd like."

The Keepers all looked at each other for a minute before coming to the conclusion that they could trust these people.

"Thank you." Dillard said.

"No problem." Skyler said walking out the sliding doors with the Keepers following.

...

"I'm so glad you're okay." Finn's mom said hugging him tightly.

"I'm glad too, mom."

"Hey, mom?" Finn's little sister, Sarah, called walking down the stairs. "Is it okay if-" she gasped, "Finn?"

"Sarah..."

"Finn!" She yelled jumping onto him. "You're alive!"

"Yeah...You missed me?"

Sarah pulled away quickly and made a gagging sound. "Ew...No..." She paused slightly. "...Yeah...A lot..."

"So you do have a heart!" Finn said hugging his sister again.

"Hey...Shut it..."

"Admit it. You love me."

"What?"

"You love me."

"Uh-uh."

"Yes you do."

"No. I don't."

"Fine...Yes you do." He said quickly.

"Ugh!" Sarah playfully slapped her brother. "You'll think otherwise when you see your room..."

Finn's eyes widened. "What did you do?"

"Nothing...Nothing at all..."

Finn knew, from previous situations, that by the way his sister was acting she had done something that could either kill him, embarrass him, or make him really mad. He took off up the stairs, two at a time, and threw his door open. Nothing looked different. That can be either good...or very bad...To Finn, he thought it was bad.

"Alright, what'd you do?" He asked turning to face his sister in the hall.

"Like I said, I didn't do anything!"

"When have I ever believed you?"

"Uh...never...?"

"Exactly. So why should I start now?"

"Because I've changed, Finn." She said walking into his room.

"I don't like the sound of that..."

"Jeez, Finn...And I can't believe he hasn't noticed yet..." She mumbled the last part to herself.

"What? You can't believe I haven't noticed what yet?"

"Your poster."

"What about my..." He turned to face the spot where his poster of Matt Damon is, or was at this point, "...poster...Sarah what the heck!"

"Why are you so mad? I thought you'd love the idea!"

"How do you expect me to go to sleep at night with her looking at me?"

"So this makes you uncomfortable? Score!"

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"My poster. My other poster."

Sarah pondered on the thought for a moment. "Hm...Somewhere between here and the city dump by now."

Finn charged at Sarah causing her to run out into the hall. Finn slammed the door shut, too angry to actually say anything. "It's just a poster, Finn...Why are you making such a big deal about it?" Sarah said through the door.

"It's not about the poster, Sarah." Finn replied. "It's about the fact that you came into my room, when I wasn't here, and threw something of mine away."

"But...isn't Amanda better than Matt Damon?" Finn could just see his sister shaking her head and raising an eyebrow through the door.

Finn sighed and walked away from the door taking a seat on the edge of his bed. He looked up at the giant poster of his girlfriend that now hung where his poster of Matt Damon used to be. The picture was simple. Amanda stood, hands on her hips, smiling that beautiful smile that had Finn under her spell the first time he saw it. Her hair was straight a flowed slightly, as if a giant fan was blowing when the picture was taken. She wore a simple pair of dark jeans, a navy blue and white striped sailor shirt, and her signature black hightop Converse shoes. Finn found himself staring at the picture longer than he needed to. He also found himself missing Amanda more than he needed to be.

She's so beautiful... He thought to himself. It amazes me how she fell for a guy like me...

He still couldn't get over the fact that she had been dead though. It took all of his friends to convince him to leave Amanda earlier today because she'd be just as safe with Jess and Wanda as she'd be with him. He didn't care though. He loved her more than anything and wouldn't be able to live with himself if anything else happened to her again. A small knock on the door brought Finn out of his thoughts.

"What do you want?" Finn said opening the door.

"Well, hello to you too." Amanda said leaning against the doorframe.

"Amanda?" Finn felt his face grow hot. "Uh...Sorry...I thought you were my sister..."

"Are you mad at her or something?"

"Ah...Yeah...She, uh, did...something..."

"To you?" Amanda said trying to hide a smile. "To your poster?" She had noticed his new poster and pointed at it. "Or did you buy that yourself?"

"Amanda...It's not what it looks like. Sarah-" Amanda held a finger up to his lips.

"Shh...I love it." She said. "Just like I love you." She smiled and slowly lowered her finger.

Finn wrapped his arms around Amanda. "Amanda," he said, "how did I ever get the privilege to call you mine?" He started to slowly walk backwards into his room, pulling Amanda with him.

"I think it's how did I get the privilege to call you mine?" Amanda said smiling and closing the door with her foot.

...

"It seems like we're always together; never separated." Willa said looking over at Philby.

"I know..." He said a little exaggerated. Willa looked at him again, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "...But I'm not complaining."

Willa seemed to relax a little. "I was hoping you weren't." Willa looked at Philby and Philby looked at Willa. He sensed something was wrong; something was saddening her.

"Are you sure you're okay about your mom?"

Willa looked down as he said this. Apparently she wasn't. "I don't know...I mean, I would've never guessed that my mom was an alcoholic...I've never seen her drink more than, like, one beer or a glass of wine or whatever."

"Come see..." Philby held out his arms and Willa let herself fall into him and cry.

"I have nobody now, Philby." She whimpered. "I'm all alone."

"No, Willa, you're not."

"Yes I am. My dad's dead; my brothers moved to different states; and now my mom's in jail for the next ten years. What am I supposed to do?"

"Come to my house." Philby said releasing Willa.

"What?"

"Just for a few nights; so I know you're okay."

"Philby...I would love to, but I don't want to be an inconvenience to-"

"You won't be." Philby said placing his hands on Willa's face. "I enjoy your company; my mother enjoys your company; my dad adores you..."

"Yes, but-"

"Willa, just come for one night. If you find yourself wanting to stay, we can arrange something. Please, for me?" Willa nodded which caused Philby to smile.

Willa placed her hands on top of his, holding them on her face, with tears forming in her eyes. Thank you. She mouthed before she kissed him. It was a long kiss; definitely longer than their others. "Thank you, Philby." She whispered when they pulled apart. "Thank you so much."

...

"I'm really glad we're finally home." Dillard said.

"Yeah," Jess said, "and to think, things were finally starting to become normal again."

"Jess, I don't think our lives will ever be normal." Dillard said putting his arm around Jess.

"I'm kind of glad though...A normal life would be boring..."

"It would..."

...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Maybeck turned off the T.V and looked over at his girlfriend. "You're mom's getting married?"

Charlene looked at him, smiled, and nodded.

...

So, Charlene's mom is getting married! What a rush! I've been trying really hard to update, but I've been at Disney since Friday morning and had no internet connection. But that didn't stop me, NO! Every time I was waiting in line or waiting for a show to start, I pulled out my phone and typed until I got on or the show started. Also, I've got a story for you. About what happened during Fantasmic. If you want to hear it, PM me and I'll tell you everything because I don't feel like typing it all out right now...Yeah, I'm lazy...