A/N: Hey ya'll, sorry for the longish wait, but my life finally came back, sort of. Well, if any of you have any questions, feel free to ask them in a review, and I'll try to reply back with an answer. Unless that answer ruins the story, then, tough luck. Enjoy. OH, BTW, Bold is a chapter recap, it lets you know where I left off. Sorry for any confusion

"Kassie, Amanda, you both remember Billy and Jacob Black."

The man we knew as Billy was sitting at the kitchen table in his wheelchair. He was heavyset, with hundreds of wrinkles in his russet skin. Both his hair and his eyes were black as night.

"Oh, yeah! It's great to see you guys again," Amanda said walking up and giving them both a hug. I gulped. Even though Jacob was a year younger than me, I had always had a crush on him. I could feel the blood rush to my face as Jake got up and enveloped me in a giant bear hug. Jacob had long glossy ebony hair, and onyx eyes.

He was tall for a 15-year-old, about the same height as me. I couldn't imagine how tall he would get when he hit his growth spurt. "I missed you, Kass," he mumbled under his breath. I smiled whole-heartedly for the first time since we arrived the night before.

"Ewww! What did I tell you? No cooties!" I screeched, lightly pushing him away. I was laughing so hard that my knees buckled, causing me to land unceremoniously on my butt. Everyone just stared at me for a moment before cracking up themselves.

"Well, I'm glad to see nothing has changed here," Charlie chuckled. "Billy and I are going fishing today, and since it was your first day here, Jacob offered to come and keep you company."

"Cool," Amanda said. With a couple of 'See you later's, the adults left.

"Well Mr. Black, since it is your fault we were up at 5 in the morning on a Saturday, you will make us breakfast," I said, glaring at the long-haired boy who was still foolishly standing next to me.

"Hey! Not cool," Jake protested, but backed down after receiving a death glare from two very hungry, very tired teenage girls. "Sure, sure," he said, pouting.

After a wonderful breakfast of cereal and milk, we ran up the stairs, Amanda chasing Jacob and I. We dashed into my room and locked the door. The doorknob jiggled a few times, and then it stopped.

Just as we were beginning to think that she actually gave up, she came running at top speed out of my open closet door.

"Ahhh!" I screamed as I got tackled to the floor by my twin.

She simply stood up, and said, "Got ya." After a few trys, I finally rose to my feet. I looked over at Jacob and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong, Jakey?" I asked, wondering about the sudden mood change.

"What... How... Huh?" Jake said, giving us a look of complete and utter confusion.

Something tells me we didn't inform him of our little hideout... Amanda mused. I shot her an incredulous look.

Thank you, Captain Obvious! I thought. "Okay, Jake, come with us." We led him into my closet, and I leaned down to find the almost microscopic doorknob on the side wall.

"May I ask why we are in your closet?" Jake asked, most likely wondering if we were going to chop him up into tiny pieces.

"Ah ha!" I yelled, finding the doorknob and opening the door. Jacob's jaw dropped. In front of him was a medium size room with a plasma screen TV, a daybed, and every video game system, video game, and movie known to man. Almost.

"Whoa, What do you cal-"

"STEVE!" Amanda screamed. "Steve! Steve, can we call it Steve?"

"Sorry, Jake. She still has those special moments," I explained, patting my sister on the head.

"Oookayyy," Jake said. We watched a few movies without any mishaps, but when we went down stairs for a snack run, there were a few problems.

Jake and I were raiding the fridge, while Amanda went to use the restroom. She came back, just as Jacob was attempting to make us some cherry Koolaid. Key word in that sentence, ATTEMPTING.

The boy had just finished when he knocked the whole pitcher over, splattering the whole room, including Amanda and I with the liquid.

We shot each other a meaningful glance, and took off for the laundry room. Of course, when we got to the closest room with towels, there was no door. Perfect. We had just stepped into the room, when the change started, landing very ungracefully on our faces. "Oof!"

"Kassie? Amanda? Why did you guys run off?" Jake's voice sounded like he was moving toward the laundry room.

"Uh, don't come in here, Jake. We're changing. You know, getting our clothes in the wash so the Koolaid doesn't stain," I laughed nervously. I was never a good liar, but that one at least sounded convincing.

"It was the clear kind, Kass." Shit. " I'm coming in."

At that moment he turned the corner and stopped in the doorway. His jaw dropped as he saw both me and my sister sitting in a pile of dirty clothes with long, scaly, purple fish tails, and matching, equally scaly halter tops.

"Umm, I got nothin'," Amanda said, looking at me.

"Care to explain?" Jacob asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

So we told him the entire story, form the creek, to that very moment. "And you can't tell anyone. Not Charlie, not Billy, not even your pet goldfish," I said, completely sincere.

"I don't have a goldfish," Jake stated.

"You know what I mean." At that moment, we finally dried out, and changed back, not a drop of Koolaid on us.

"Who wants to watch 'Aquamarine'?" Amanda asked.

A/N2: Okay, again, sorry for the long wait, but life is starting to pull out of the summer lane, and back into school. I start school on Monday, so chapters will be coming a little slower, but THEY WILL COME!! I REFUSE to give up on yet another story. Now, if you please, push the little purpley-blue button. Please and thank-you.