This is my first story. Yay! It's a one-shot as many people call it, so it's short and fast to read. Please read and review and be honest with the reviews. Please tell me in what I can improve: spelling, way of expressing, etc. So... Here it goes! :)

"You know something? I would love to have a dog." A fourteen year old me said.

My friend Harold scoffs,"Dog?"

"Yeah, or anything that I can keep and cuddle." I say and Harold laughs,"What the- this isn't you."

"What?" I ask somehow offended.

"Cuddle? Man, you sit with girls for a day and-" he begins.

"You're still mocking me with that? They invited me to sit with them and-"

"Because you beat the hell out of their group leader. They are tricking you, can't you see?" Harold points out.

"I know, but it was fun. We talked about makeovers and hairstyles and boys-" I began, joking of course, and looked at Harold who was raising his eyebrow as high as he could and I began to laugh."Just kidding."

"You better." he said looking at the leaves fall."So... a dog."

"A dog." I repeated.

"Complete waste of time." he tells me.

"Ugh! You're like the only person in the world who would say that!" I mumbled.

Apparently he wasn't...

Harold chuckles and looks down at me who was already looking at him. I thought I would never see another set of blue eyes like his. They were unique and bright and his smile- I could just melt. I never felt like this before, no one could be like him.

Will, an exact copy. I thought of Will, of the night of Al's death. I thought of how Will placed his arm around me...

"I don't understand, how could Holly just die?" I heard my neighbor say.

What? My heart just stopped. Holly? I looked at Harold and at the same time, we ran inside my house passing some guards and my neighbor. On the floor, I saw my two year old sister on the floor. Cold and dead.

"No." I moaned."No."

"Christina, we are calling your parents ri-" I heard but I just slumped to the floor, tears flowing down my cheeks,"No."

Harold bent down holding me in his arms, himself crying, but he knew he had to be strong for me. I never saw this coming. I wasn't expecting these moments.

How he loved me. The blabbering too-honest girl.

"I think you look ugly with anything blue." I said.

"Ouch." Harold said."It's my favorite color."

"It's a depressing, boring color." I said.

Wait... Where we talking about blue? I couldn't even remember.

Just the moment when he just stopped and leaned in and... kissed me.

"Ugh."I said slamming my head with the pillow. Why were they so alike? If it wasn't for Harold, I wouldn't think as Will as cute and awesome and-"Ugh."

I looked at her left and saw Tris and then looked at Will.

"Why did you kissed me today?" I whispered to Will, but not at him exactly, to myself."Why are you- Are you going to..." My voice faltered. It's not going to happen. Not like Harold...

"He is going to be okay." my friend Carla assured."You just have to relax."

"I hope you're right." I say, I wasn't sure. Harold just doesn't disappears the night before and doesn't come to school. And when we heard a boy was found in some ruins...

"Stop shaking." Carla cried."You make me nervous."

We saw an ambulance and two dark cars as we neared the site.

"He's going to be-" she started but we saw Harold's sister running away from the cars sobbing. No. No.

"Christina! Come back!" Carla cried as I dashed through the cars to find two men carrying a dead body with his head full of blood...

A moan escapes my mouth remembering that moment. Everything that happened with Harold happened with Will, but that doesn't mean the same thing will happen... Right? I blink in the darkness and see Will's body in his bed turn and then sits up,"Christina, are you awake?"

I shut my eyes and pretend to sleep, for a moment, Will stays sit, but then lies down again. Will it happen? I dread the moment if it comes. Or maybe it won't and maybe we will escape this world like Harold and I planned the day we kissed. Like Will and I planned when we kissed today.