Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Everything else is Meg Cabot's.
Prologue
She was leaning on him, just dumbfounded. She stared over at them. Jesse and Suze were so...happy together! Paul pulled Kelly off of him, which was pretty hard by the fact that she was practically clinging to him like glue.
"Kell?" he said.
She looked up and smiled.
"Yeah?"
"Let's take you home."
She frowned but didn't hesitate.
"Wanna go to my room?" they were at Kelly's house, unlocking the front door.
Paul didn't look surprised.
"Sure, why not?"
When he went in, he got a little scared. It's even poofier than Suze's room! he thought. As they went in, she closed and locked the door behind her.
"Let me change into something comfortable." She said giddily. "You're welcome to help me choose an outfit."
"Nah, I'm fine." he said disturbingly but casually.
She kinda got pissed off but got all giddy again. It was scary.
When she came out of her closet from changing, Paul remembered he should be getting home. That's when he noticed Kelly's lips were about to reach his. He pried her off and kissed her—on her forehead.
"Pa-ul!" she said, making the word sound like it had two syllables. "We just got here!"
Paul rolled his eyes.
"Bye." He said while shutting the door to her room.
As he left, he heard the faint cries of Kelly's whining. He slammed the front door behind him and instantly, her whining stopped. He got into his BMW and drove home. The next thing he heard was a gunshot. He couldn't feel the steering wheel, he couldn't feel the pedals, heck, he couldn't feel anything then slowly, it got harder for him to breath, feeling as if some one was smuggling him. He tried waving his arms to check if he was being smuggled. But as he tried lifting them, they felt like three hundred tons. Then suddenly, everything blackened out, only to find himself staring at himself. Whispering the words," Dead."
A/N – What do you think? This is my first fanfic, but don't let that stop you from being honest. So if you want another but longer chapter, R&R!