Disclaimer: If I seriously owned anything in this story, do you think I'd be writing it? Exactly. I own Charity Burns, her family members, and all the other OCs. Nothing else. Zip. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Notadamnthing. :) Kapeesh? :)

A/N: Peoples of America, we have a new president! ... and that's all I'm pretty much gonna say on that. Congrats to my fellow Obama supporters, and a good race to those who supported McCain. I gained a ton of respect for him in his speech tonight. Let's home America can unite as one. YES WE CAN! Okay, I swear, I'm done now. :) Anyway, I'm starting to wrap up the chapters to this story now. I'm predicting about three or so probably long ones after this one, and that will be that. And I put up summaries to my future stories on my profile. Go vote in my poll if you have not... it's on a tie right now and I need someone to break that... lol. Well, enjoy!

Next Morning. Six A.M. Still Charity's POV.

I don't want to get up, at all. I know I have to be up in about twenty minutes so I can get ready to go out for one last breakfast with the group than board my flight to go home. I don't want to go home, as strange as it sounds. I'm perfectly happy staying here and avoiding the trouble that lurks at home. After last night and my talk with Beth I feel a little bit better about what's going on around me, but it still hurts.

I'm going to miss all of them so much. Luckily, I have Beth's number and hopefully won't loose touch with any of them.

Shannon isn't coming this morning with us, so it doesn't give me any time to talk to him about the song and us. I'm still mad about what he did, but I don't want to leave it like that. Sadly, there will be no time for me to run to his house and catch my flight at the same time. It's going to have to be like this.

Strangely enough, my cell phone was sitting in the passenger seat of Matt's car when we left the arena last night. I guess that's my goodbye from Shannon. Sucks to know that's how it's going to end for us. I'm not sure what to say to him anyway, maybe it's best. I sigh and sit up, seeing the sun peek out from the clouds and the horizon. It's going to be beautiful out today according to the weather. Sunny and eighty degrees.

Not to mention either that Shannon never finished my tattoo. I'll have to have it filled in back at home. He did a really nice job actually, I must say. The tattoo is perfect… not like us.

I know someone will be up here soon enough to wake me. Maybe if I pretend I'm asleep, it will be the beginning of the week again. Probably not though… that only happens in the movies. Time just flies by without a pause or a rewind button in real life. Cinema doesn't show that.

I suppose I should get up and shower. I know Jeff and Beth are already up, I can hear them mingling downstairs. Maybe I should join them… or not. I may start crying and that could be really bad.

Finally, I swing my legs off the side of the bed and pull my towel off the hook near the bathroom for one last time. It'd be the last time I used the shower for the guestroom. The nice guestroom that made my room look pathetic. The shower which Beth and I fell into when I first arrived when I came here because I was afraid to meet Matt and Jeff.

How does one make so many memories in such a short period of time?

I don't know. Sighing, I turn the water on and step into the warm shower. The air is already muggy from the steam. Maybe I can wash all the pain from me. Is that even possible? I think not.

Only a short period of time later, I'm out of the shower. I now can hear Matt's louder voice down the stairs and the excited barks of Lucas. I really should hurry up and get down there so I can spend more time with them before I leave but I fear my tears would leak all over them.

"Charity?" a voice asks, outside my closed door, knocking softly. It's Jeff. I guess I will have to go down there. "Are you awake?"

"I'm awake, come in," I murmur, taking a deep breath.

Jeff peeks in and then smiles, opening the door fully. "Hey," he says, sitting down next to me. "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Not too long." I sigh and look at him. "I don't want to leave."

"I'm sure you don't," he agrees. "If I was that lucky at your age, I wouldn't want to either."

I smile softly. "I'm sure. Thanks for having me though and putting up with all the shit that's been going on. You seem to steer clear of all the petty drama… how do you do it?"

Jeff gives me one of those rare smiles all the female fans love and I think I melt onto the guest bed. "When you're the main gossip of every wrestling site every month, the petty drama just floats over your head." I am going to assume he's talking about his drug problems and the other things that makes people wary of him.

"I guess so," I mutter.

"Yeah…" he trails off. "I hope you had fun here though, I'd hate to know you didn't despite what's happened and I hope you know that I'm glad we picked you as the winner."

"I've had a ton of fun, more than I could ever imagine," I tell him honestly. Oh great, he comes the water works. Tears trickle down my face. "Sorry… I'm an emotional wreck."

Jeff's arms wrap around me and I think I turn to goo again. Jeff Hardy is hugging me! "That's quite alright, sugar, you have every right to be."

"I tell you to come get her for breakfast and she's crying? Jeffrey Nero, what am I going to do with you?" Beth's voice suddenly asks, making Jeff and I laugh.

"I promise my tears have nothing to do with him," I tell her. "He's been a good boy."

Jeff smiles, "Damn straight."

Beth smiles too and comes up to me. "Are you ready to go out for one last time with the Hardy Boys?"

"I guess I am," I say, surveying the room. My bags are piled on the bed and the journal I'd been carrying is on top. Seeing it, I know I still have to write in the parts that are missing, but that can wait for the plane ride.

Breakfast was hard to get through without crying. Every time I looked at Matt, Jeff, or Beth I felt the tears come into my eyes and I had to look down and stuff my face with food so I couldn't talk, so needless to say, breakfast seemed to go on forever.

Though, the ride to the airport is seeming taking even longer. I managing the small talk and the smiles but I think everyone knows that I don't want to leave and go back to what was going to feel like hell on earth. They talk amongst themselves or not at all, unsure how to make me feel better.

We arrive to the airport in one piece, an hour before my flight takes off. After the necessary things are done, we stand together in a circle, just staring at each other. I'll let you guess who the first to cry is.

"Don't cry, sugar, I promise you haven't heard the last of us," Matt is the first to say, hugging me tightly. "Soon enough you'll be wishing we'd just leave you alone."

"I highly doubt that," I reply with a small smile and bury myself into his chest. "Thank you for everything, Matt, really. I can't explain how amazing this has been for me." I look up at Beth and Jeff. "And you guys too, I just want to thank you so much for this chance… it's been amazing. More than a dream come true and I…" I can't continue because I'm sobbing and ever-so-suddenly in a four-way hug.

"No need to thank us," murmurs Matt. "Thank you."

It seems like five minutes yet it's almost an hour and suddenly, the goodbyes are real. I have to board the plane. More tears are shed on my part and a little on Beth's while Matt and Jeff act manly.

It's almost cute.

"Sugar, you're turning me into a pool, its time to board the plane," Matt whispers to me. "Go ahead."

I unlatch myself from his arms and look at the boarding station before me. With one last glance at the partial Carolina Crew, I state, "I'll call Beth when I land," and then I turn around and go onto the plane, feeling as if my heart is going to shatter for more than one reason.

I'm aiming for the next update on Friday! Read and review, and update I shall. :)