Thanks to Avalongirl55 for reviewing. Yeah, I love Neil too.

Arigato to ponyo too, you know who you are. :) Here we go. Last chapter.

"What is it? Wesley asked, already standing, his brother following suit.

"Come see," Bill said and motioned for them to follow. He and his family disappeared out the door, the brothers on their heels. Wesley stopped, one foot out the door, and turned to me.

"Stay here," he said and left. I let out a breath of air, which I could see in front of me, and slung the covers off to the side. I shivered, noticing the drop in temperature. For a moment, I felt like going back in bed under the warm sheets, but I dismissed the thought and kept walking.

I peered out the door, to the left then to the right but there was no one there. I pouted. At the speed they were moving it must've been something important. "Which way should we go?" I asked Hope. She barked and sniffed the ground to the right. "That way then?" Hope barked in response and began walking in that direction. I followed, taking slow steps in order to keep my balance. After long hours of staying in bed, my legs had forgotten how to function properly. We continued walking and I realized Hope was leading me to the place we'd met Neil. I wondered what was going on there.

A few more turns and we arrived in the open space. Like last time, Wes, Neil, and the trio family were staring out the window with wide, confused, eyes. The view from where I stood was shrouded so I took a step closer.

"What is that?" Neil asked in wonder.

I took another step closer and finally saw what they were looking at. Dark clouds loomed ahead, coming closer and closer at a very fast pace. But that wasn't all. I noticed one tall building's windows were shattering from the bottom to the top and an American flag on a pole had stopped moving.

Weird, I thought. A few heads turned my way and I took I'd said that out loud. Wesley furrowed his brow at me, probably wondering what I was doing there. I smiled rebelliously at him.

"What's weird?" I heard Neil say. I looked at him.

"The flag," I stated bluntly. Heads turned back to the window to find what I was talking about. Wesley looked back at me.

"What's weird about that?" he asked. I was about to shrug when the little boy, Joel, piped up.

"There should be wind out there," he said. "See?" He nodded outside. "The clouds are moving toward us but that flag isn't moving. So it must be so cold out there it's frozen stiff. Same goes for the windows. The sudden drop in temperature is causing them to shatter since glass can't stand such cold."

Yeah, what he said, I thought. The dark clouds outside had gotten much closer in the short time. "Can we stand such cold?" I asked somewhat mockingly.

Joel shrugged. "Probably not."

I frowned, was he serious? We were going to die? But then I had an idea. We had a good heat source that could keep us warm. "Let's go back to the rooms…" I said and heads nodded. We rushed to our room, Bill deciding it was safer to share one with us. I was the last one through the door when I saw a trail off white creeping down the hall toward us. "What's that?" I asked no one in particular. Wesley peeked out the door and his eyes widened in horror.

"Frost," he said. He shut the door and hurriedly rushed around the room. "Feed the fire!" He yelled, throwing a magazine into the fire. It flared up out of the can, but quickly receded.

Understanding his actions, I looked around the room for some paper or wood. I threw one thing after another into the fire; the Lord of the Flies book, a sheet of paper, the box of cards. The fire grew slowly, snapping at us as we fed it, but not fast enough. A white sheet of ice had spread through the gaps in the door and was making its way toward us. "Come on, come on," I muttered, willing it to stop. And to my surprise, it did. I let out a gasp of relief and slumped on the bed.

The others laughed, relieved also.

"Hey," I heard a gruff voice say. I looked to where Wesley stood, looking down at his chair. "Where'd my Lord of the Flies go?" I tried not to smile, and his eyes met mine.

"It's cold," I whispered to Wesley beside me.

"So I heard for the umpteenth time," he muttered and shifted slightly under the covers, pulling them towards his side of the bed.

Cursing, I yanked them back over to my side. "Don't do that!"

I heard Wesley chuckle and he turned the face me. I stopped myself from gasping at the closeness but felt my face go red. Wyoming had insisted he share the bed with me since he "still crippled and ain't got nothing but a shirt on," she'd said. I'd insisted using a chair but there weren't enough for all of us and I was also crippled. It was very awkward at first and we'd been at the outermost sides of the bed to the point of falling off till it'd gotten too cold. So there we were.

Wesley looked at me quizzically. "Are you okay? You're a little red." I could feel his breath on my face and it took everything in me not too look at his thin lips. I looked away.

Well of course I'm red. I thought. The boy, who I have come to like, is inches away from me. I looked back at Wesley, who, for some reason was grinning like a maniac. "What?" I asked.

His smile widened. "So you didn't like me before?"

I gasped. I'd said a thought out loud again. Something was seriously wrong with my brain-mouth coordination. I had admitted to Wesley I liked him so suddenly, when he was inches away. I wanted to hit my head against the wall or let the cold take me away. He knew it, and I wondered if he had know for a while. But the real question was, did he like me back?

I groaned and refused to look at him, mustering up the will to speak. My words came out shaky, like I was on a bumpy roller coaster. "No, I mean... no.." What was I saying? "I don't like me...no...uh.."

"Stop," Wesley said. My eyes widened at the single finger on my lips. He let his finger slide to his pillow, and the gap between us slowly lessened. He was leaning forward, I was frozen, not only literally, afraid of what I should do. My eyes clenched shut and my head moved forward at it's own pace. Apparently, too fast.

My head bumped into his awkwardly and I began to pull away but his lips pressed against mine. For a minute, I did nothing out of shock, but I relaxed and let the warmth from his mouth radiate into mine. His head shifted slightly, allowing for a better angle. Our kiss deepened and at that moment I was glad the tall pile of sheets hid us from the others sights. Wesley ran his tongue against my bottom lip, sending tingles throughout my spine. I was no longer cold. I was on fire.

The loud sound of shuffling feet woke me up the next day. My eyes fluttered open to nothing but empty sheets. I sat up in panic and looked around the room for Wesley. There were a million thoughts running through my head: Where's Wesley? Is he okay? What happened yesterday? We kissed? No, we made out? No we didn't. Did we? It's warmer? Why does my side hurt so much? Oh, there's Wesley.

He stood by the fire, staring at me with a funny expression on his face. I frowned. "What?"

"Nothing," he said. His gaze shifted to my head.

"Aaah!" I yelled and smoothed my frizzy hair down. Wesley laughed. "That's not funny! You could have said something earlier!"

"I did," he said, still chuckling. Neil stood with him by the fire, something in his hand. I squinted through the daylight.

"What's that?" I asked him.

"Oh this?" Neil waved the stick made of pencils and tape around in his hand. "We're having smores for breakfast."

I smiled at the thought of smores and realized how hungry I was, and the absence of people. "Where'd Bill, Wyoming, and Joel go?"

"They're getting some graham crackers from their room," Wes said.

I nodded, swung my legs off the bed, and headed to the bathroom. I paused at the doorway, my hand about to turn the knob, when it vibrated. I stopped, questioning if it was my imagination or not, but then it shook again.

There was one thing I knew for certain, door knobs did not vibrate on their own. There was a faint sound of humming above me. I tilted my head to the ceiling and looked back at the brothers. Their heads were tilted too, they'd heard the same thing. The humming sound grew louder until we could correctly identify it.

Looks were exchanged around the room and our faces lit up with grins. "Helicopter!" we yelled simultaneously, Hope barking. We dropped everything and ran out the door, up all the sets up stairs, and to the roof. The trio family was already there.

The were waving and yelling at the sky, huge smiles on their faces. I looked up to see what we'd been waiting for, hoping for. I knew it the moment I saw the gleaming metal in the sky, the moment it circled back around.

We were saved.

THE END.

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