A/N: This Chapter is very short but is quite important to the outcome of AGTHS. Also, we apologize for not posting for a while. Posts will be much more frequent now. Also, visit our account and vote for Willows boyfriend. Only three votes so far I think! Enjoy!

Willow's POV

Chapter 5.

Gods, I'm so glad the weeks over. Dina and Arty have been fighting nonstop and although I love her, let's face it, she can hold a grudge and not be nice about it either. So that was the reason I felt so glad when I woke up this fine Saturday morning. I got out of bed at around 8, late for me, and got ready to go to Dina's.

"I'm going to Dina's," I yelled to my foster parents as I walked out the door.

"Wait Willow, we need to talk to you."

"What is it Lisa, I kinda need to go." Everyone finds it weird that I address my foster parents by their first names. It's just what we've both adjusted to. Neither of us find it weird so we just go with it.

"Well, there's something Peter and I need to talk to you about."

"What?" Why were they being so vague and dodgy?

"Come in here."

They beckoned to the living room and we both sat down.

"Well, we feel…. We feel that it might be time… That it might be time for you to move on. For us both to move on." They shifted around in their chairs, not meeting my eyes.

"What are you saying?"

"Well, as of late we've been feeling that things have been changing, that we've been growing farther and farther apart. We were never very close to begin with and as you've been getting older it's been getting harder. We want to know how you feel about that. Do you agree?"

Lisa has always been a smooth talker. She could make the most unfair news sound like a complete democracy.

"No," I retorted. I can't leave. I just can't. Dina would die. She'd never make it alive without me. Neither would the others. I can't go.

"We don't understand. We know you find this awkward, too."

"Well maybe, but I can't go. I have to stay here. You would be ruining more than one life if you made me go."

"We don't want you to grow up in an environment where you're not totally comfortable. We don't think children should have to be in a place like that."

Uh huh. It's totally about me. Right. And they act like its my problem foster homes are horrible. No, actually, that's your problem.

"Well, I'll think about it. Now I'm going to see Dina. Bye."

It gets better, trust us.