I know that the ending of the Beautiful Creatures movie was really, really different from the book, but I just thought it was so cute that I simply had to write a one-shot about it. Enjoy :)

Beautiful Remembrance

"Drive faster, Link." I said impatiently, fingers drumming anxiously on the arm rest of my seat,

"I'm doin' the limit." he replied,

"Since when have you cared about the speed limit?" I retorted with a grin,

"Just gun it, dude. I wanna get the hell out of this town."

I was finally leaving Gatlin, the prison of a town that had been my home for the last seventeen years. Link and I were heading to New York, to check out NYU. We would be gone all summer. And I should have been freakin' ecstatic. I had counted down the days until I could leave. I read books about far off places to escape my boring reality. But as we were driving through the town for possibly the last time, I couldn't shake the feeling I was leaving something- or rather, someone- behind.

Who on God's green earth could that be? Amma would miss me, but I'd come back to visit occasionally. Besides, she had her work at the library to occupy her time. I hadn't seen my dad in months, he never came out of that goddamn study anymore. And my best friend was coming with me. So who was I forgetting?

I shrugged and decided it didn't matter. I picked up the book given to me by that girl, what was her name again? Oh yeah. Lena, Lena Duchannes.

"Rhymes with rain," I said softly to myself.

I put the book down, figuring that I shouldn't start reading so soon into the trip. If what the girl said was true, this Bukowski guy was good, and I didn't want to fly through a awesome book and then have nothing to read.

I looked out the window. We were driving along the final road in Gatlin. Straight ahead of us was the highway, the road to freedom. I glanced at the "Welcome to Gatlin" sign and then wrinkled my eyebrows together. Why was it scorched and burned all over like that?

I jumped as memories assaulted my mind; bright flashes of people, places and things that made no sense, but I somehow recognized. I saw hurricanes in the middle of dining rooms, blurry visions of Civil War soldiers, snow coming down on a sunny afternoon. I saw a devilish looking girl sucking on a Ring Pop, an old man that people hadn't seen since before I was born, Mrs. Lincoln looking like a demon come straight from Hell...

And I saw her. I saw the girl I loved. The memory was clear as day,

"I could kill you."

"Go ahead. Kill me."

"Link! Stop the car!" I yelled, grabbed the door handle and trying to get out.

Link stared at me, amazement written all over his face.

"Have you lost your mind, Wate?"

I lunged over Link's lap, grabbed the wheel and jerked it to the right. We veered off the road, onto the grass.

"Did you forget somethin'?" Link asked weakly, holding a hand to his heart.

"Yes!"

I scrambled out of the car and stared all around me, looking for her. I started sprinting back the way I'd come, going as fast as my legs could carry me. I had to get back to her.

"LENA!"