SO I just binge watched the entire first and current episodes in the second season of Real Oneal's. Now unfortunately I have to wait. This is why I only find shows with multiple seasons or already complete. I totally loved Brett. He's so adorable. I wanted to write some cute fluff but if you read my stories you'll find my fluff has a habit of turning into angsty love stories.

I cant believe this is only the second story for this show. So those who read please review. I'd like at least one review. This is a chapter fic and I hope to finish it within two months. If no one reads it than I'll have to put it to the side to up my work on my other stories.

"Kenny! Kenny, wake up! Kenny, come on please…"

The voice grew muffled and Kenny couldn't understand what it was saying. Everything hurt. Every part of his body felt like it was being crushed. He was trying to breath but his lungs couldn't seem to get in air. He lay motionless, unable to find the willpower to move. Sounds were all around him, voices, screams and sirens. At least he thought they were sirens. It was like listing from underwater and every time he caught a word his brain wouldn't process it right. It was loud but so far away. Then it was gone.

A bright white light, blindingly strong seared into him and he felt like he was being torn apart, dissected and judged. Then he was moving, moving in complete and utter nothingness. The white light seemed to become smaller and a dark spot, black and ominous grew until it took up the entire left side of his vision. Kenny could feel the heat and bone breaking cold emanating from it. He felt more than heard the desperate cries of pain. On his right he could barely feel peace and love wafting in waves away from the light.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He couldn't speak. It didn't even feel like he was breathing. He felt nothing but the two energies in front of him. He touched nothing, heard nothing and tasted nothing. He knew in that moment that he had no body. He was nothing.

The light burned even brighter and he fell, fell backwards. As he fell pain coursed through him. Pain that burned his body, pain that electrified his nerves and pain that made him want to die. The light faded and he was met with the darkness and pain once more.

Brett smiled at his companion. Kenny was talking about something school related but he was just so cute and Brett was too mesmerized by the moving lips. He wanted to kiss those soft pink lips and at the next red light he would. He was so happy he had joined that choir. He dreamed of the kiss they shared in the church that day almost every night. It had only been a week and already he felt more for this boy than any of his exes. Every time he was with him he was happy and every time he was away all he could think about was Kenny. Smiling to himself he turned back to the road. Everything was perfect.

Tires squealed and the driver's door cracked. He screamed and he could hear Kenny do the same. The world went in slow motion. The van that had plowed into them broke through the side of the car. Window glass shattered inward, slicing Brett's skin and stinging his eyes. The front of the car turned and they spun out, twisting twice before another impact from behind snapped him forward. His airbag pushed outward slamming into his chest. The car turned on its side, rolling across the yellow lines into oncoming traffic. Again they were hit. The front of the car flew off the ground and there was no more.

Brett groaned and opened his eyes. Ringing stung his ears like in movies after a bomb. He was upside down, his sore neck pressed against his seatbelt. Loud shouting penetrated the ringing and Brett turned toward the voices. His eyes traveled to the passenger's side door which had been ripped off in the crash. His lips parted in a strangled scream as he took in the sight. Kenny's body lay limp and misshapen on the broken windshield below then. Blood poured from the side he couldn't see where part of another car, green by the looks of, pieced his body. The wounds he could see were huge gashes in his skull and cuts partially under his torn clothes.

"Kenny!" Brett screamed. His hands went to his buckle only to miss the button in their shaking.

"Calm down Kid. Try not to move" a man said, kneeling next to where his door should have been. "Are you injured?"

"Kenny!" He cried.

"The paramedics are coming. I need to know how badly you're injured." He said. Brett turned away from the man and once again fiddled with his buckle. He thanked god when he heard the sound of it unclipping. He struggled from the seatbelt and fell down onto the broken roof of the car. Glass cut into him but he ignored the pain, needing to see Kenny. "Kid, you need to leave him. Don't move him or he'll bleed out!" Brett was conscious enough to head the warning and instead press his fingers to the other boy's neck. It took him a moment to find a slow and faltering pulse.

"Kenny! Kenny, wake up! Kenny, come on please." He cried out. Sirens filled the air as an ambulance pulled up to the pile up. "Kenny it's going to be ok" he whimpered, unable to make a louder sound. "You're going to be…" Time froze as the pulse in Kenny's neck ceased. "NO! NO NO NO!" Brett arched his back, dizzy and disoriented. Bile entered his mouth and he vomited.

The sirens were louder and vaguely he could tell he was strapped to some surface and being lifted into an ambulance. He choked and turned his head, bile leaving his stomach just to get caught in his throat. Tears ran down his eyes, smearing into the blood and vomit on his face. He searched for Kenny but the only people around him were paramedics.

Once again Please Review. Thanks for reading Chapter 1