Hey guys! So this is for sure the last chapter. I'm very sad, but I will definitely be writing more stories in the future! I don't know if you guys will like the ending or not, but this is the way I've wanted it to end for a while, so if you don't like it, too bad! Anyways, I hope you do all enjoy it.

Max's POV-

The ground falls out from under me before I can even wrap my head around it. I see all of the police officers lurch forward, even though everyone knows it's too late. Fang, Dylan and I all plummet almost a thousand feet to the ground. The ground comes at me at the speed of light. I close my eyes just before I hit the ground.

I feel myself jump before my eyes flash open. I am breathing heavy and there is a bead of sweat running down my forehead. My hands are laying on the ground at my side. I turning my head, and slowly pick up a handful of wood chips. I run them through my hands confused. Why would I be laying on a bed of wood chips? I lay my head back and look up. White, puffy clouds move across the sky. I see pine trees blocking part of my view of the sky. I sit up and run my hands through my hair. I look around, and quickly realize where I am. I'm at the entrance to Robin Peak.

"Max, there you are." Says a high pitched voice. I turn my head to see a young, blonde haired boy running towards me. "You know, if I had known that you were just going to fall asleep here, I wouldn't of gone ahead." That's when everything comes back to me. Today is the day I'm moving to California. Fang, Dylan and I came out here this morning. To get one last hike in before I left. We all made it to the top, then came back down. When we got to the bottom I told Fang and Dylan to go ahead. I wanted to stay for another minute or two. You know, for sentimental value. I laid down and started watching the clouds. I must have fallen asleep.

"Sorry, Dylan." I say getting to my feet. I am happy to see that I am a little taller than him. "How long was I out?"

"Well, we left about an hour ago. When you never came home your mom told Fang and I to come out here and look for you." As if on que, a twelve year old boy with dark hair comes running around the corner."

"Did you find her?" He asks. Dylan looks at me then back at Fang giving him a "duh!" look.

"No, I didn't." Dylan replies sarcastically. Fang gives Dylan a look, but doesn't say anything.

"I just had the weirdest dream." I say running a hand through my hair. "We were all like fifteen, and mom, Ella and I moved back from California. When I got back everything was so different. You and I . ." I look at Fang and stop myself. "Never mind."

"Oh come on," Dylan whines. "You can't just cut off like that." I smile at him. "We were all just even better friends than before."

"Oh yeah, like that's possible." Fang says. I know it was just a dream, but it's almost kind of weird to hear Fang and Dylan with their high, pre-puberty voices.

"You'd be surprised." I mutter under my breath.

"What?" Fang asks.

"Nothing. So you said I was only asleep for an hour?" I ask Dylan changing the subject. He nods.

"Yeah, maybe even a little less."

"It feel's like it was so much longer." I say.

"Yep, dreams are weird that way." Fang says. "Come on, we got to get you home. You guys were supposed to leave a half hour ago." Hearing him say that reminds me of the date Fang and I had in my dream, but I just put it out of my mind. I raise my eyebrows.

"You're that eager to get rid of me?"

"Of course not." Fang says smiling back. The three of us start walking back to my house. We walk in silence for the next couple minutes.

"Hey, Dylan." I ask, and he glances at me. "Do you really like hiking?" He gives me a strange look.

"Of course I do. Why would I go every weekend if I didn't?" I smile.

"I don't know." He smiles back and the three of us walk back to my house in silence.

"Okay, I think that's everything." I tell my mom putting my duffel bag in the back seat of our old, green station wagon.

"Yay!" My mom says excitedly. "I can't wait to get there and start filming." She climbs into the front seat leaving me alone with Dylan and Fang.

"I guess this is goodbye, then?" Dylan says sounding sad. I smirk and hit him on the arm.

"Don't say that, you sound like you are saying goodbye forever." Dylan grins and steps back giving me time to say goodbye to Fang. We don't say anything. We just hug. I fight the tears, and the lump of cotton gathering in the back of my throat. Unfortunately, I'm not strong enough. I feel a tiny tear slip out of my eye, and I quickly wipe it away. I move away from Fang, so I can look at both of them. "Keep your laptops on." I tell them. "I'll be skying you guys tonight to tell you everything."

"Will do." Dylan says saluting me like a cadet.

"Come on, group hug!" Fang shouts. He knows I hate them because of my claustrophobia, but I suck it up. We have this big emotional group hug before I get in the backseat of the car closing the door behind me. My mom slowly starts to back the car out of the driveway.

"Wait, stop!" I practically yell to my mom. She slams on the breaks making the car stop abruptly.

"What?!" My mom says sounding freaked out. I ignore her and open my door.

"Fang, tell your mom and dad that I said goodbye!" He gives me a funny look, but I just smile. "Bye guys!" I say waving to them as I close my door again. The car starts backing up again. We pull into the road, and drive away from the house that I've lived in my whole life. I watch out the back window as Fang and Dylan-still standing in my driveway-get smaller and smaller. I only allow myself to turn back to the front when they are completely out of sight. As we drive through downtown Wilhoit, I think about my dream. I can't believe that I liked Fang in it. He's one of my best friends! But why would my mind even think of that? Maybe it's like what Ella always says: Your subconscious wants it to be true. . . Nah! I watch as we drive past the wooden sign that says: Now Leaving Wilhoit.

"Bye, Wilhoit!" Nine year old Ella shouts from the seat across from me. I close my eyes and lean my head back as we leave the tiny town of Wilhoit, Arizona. At least for now anyways.

OH MY GOD! IT'S JUST SO SAD! Eight months of writing this story and now it's over. I think I'm going to cry! This has been my most successful story yet and I am so happy you all liked it! I can still remember writing the first words of this story, and I had no idea how it was going to all go. To be honest, I never planned ahead . . . At all . . . Like ever! Every time it came to write a new chapter, I would just wing it, and be like "Hmm, what should happen in this chapter?" The only thing that I really had planned was the ending. I though of it like a month ago, so I worked really hard to make it a success. Please tell me what you guys thought of the ending. Hate it? Love it? I'm sure there are going to be some haters, but it's my story and I'm happy with the ending! I love it actually. Totally plot twist! LOVE YOU GUYS!

(P.S. If you didn't see, the total number of words for this story is 46,874. ABOUT 43% THE SIZE OF AN AVERAGE BOOK! GO ME!)