Hey guys! This is just the start to something new. I'm not sure where it's going yet but...hopefully it'll be fun! Most of this probably isn't going to follow the epilogue, but who knows? Enjoy! :)

Blinking my eyes awake I surveyed the room. The sun punched rays through the tightly closed blinds. The soft duvet covers smoothed against my legs as I rolled over on my back. I could've sworn Hawke had slept between Eric and I last night, but neither of them lay next to me. My phone; strewn in a pile of my glasses, a few crinkled dollar bills, and a pack of % Gum, lay on the nightstand and flashed in my face that I had a missed message. Reaching for the iPhone, I sat up in bed and tucked my knees under my chin. My fingers ran along the side of the plastic zebra print cover and finally clicked the phone alive. The text was from Eric.

"Morning babe, I took Hawke out to breakfast and then I'm stopping at John's. I was going to wake you, but you looked to peaceful. Plus I didn't know if Lacey was going to be there."

The thought of Lacey made me sick and a flash of anger shot down my body. Just reading her name surrounded me in a fit of aggravation I couldn't wash away. It had been over a year since the last time I talked to her. I could still remember the look on her face after I slammed my hand across her cheek. I lost a friend and most likely my soul mate in the same day.

Quickly texting Eric back I slammed my phone back down on the table and plopped my head down on my knees. The worst part about being alone was your mind wondered to places you didn't want to ever bring up again. Turing my white-gold wedding band over and over on my finger the anger rose and rose up inside me. Fuck Lacey, she was dead to me.

Crawling out of bed I padded over to the master bathroom and pushed through the slightly cracked door. The lights around the mirror slowly burned to life and I sighed at my reflection. My matted hair was up in a ratty bun and eye liner was smudged all under my lower lids. Grabbing the tiny remote for the iHome, I hit shuffle and "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain soon filled the bathroom. Kicking off my rose nightgown I started the shower and waited for it to warm up. About to step in, I heard my phone ring in the other room and ran for it.

"Kennedy?" why the fuck was Kennedy calling me?

"Hello?" I answered bitterly.

"Hi," he timidly replied.

"Why are you calling me?" the anger started to bubble up inside again. Preparing to abruptly end the call, Kennedy replied softly: "It's our day."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked confused and fed up.

"Britt, it's October 2nd," Kennedy replied.

October 2nd. The day Kennedy and I fell in love, only weeks after meeting at the record company. It was three years ago, but after everything that happened, it felt like a million. I pictured young me and younger Kennedy walking on the beaches of Los Angeles. The band practices he missed to spend time with me.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. Kennedy was my past now, and he had fucked up far too many times. You can only try and fix things so many times. I wasn't about to let him get under my skin again.

"Don't call me again, ever." I slammed the phone down and let out a cry of frustration. Of course it would be October 2nd. Of course Kennedy would call me. You can only forgive someone so many times until all you do is end up hurting yourself. I was done hurting myself, I was happy without him. After not talking to him for almost a year, he had to fucking call. Ridiculous.

Turning back towards the bathroom I heard the door open behind me and jumped. Eric must've been home. What did I care if he saw me about to get in the shower, he'd already seen every part of me.

"Britta," a voice called after me. I froze. That wasn't Eric's voice. Spinning around I locked eyes with…Kennedy.

"Kennedy!" I exclaimed, "What are you doing? I'm naked!"

"It's okay, no one will see us!" Kennedy's voice sounded distanced.

"What…" I backed away and as my eyes reopened after a sudden blink, I wasn't home anymore.

It was pitch dark and all I heard were the crashing of waves. Craning my neck I searched my surroundings. Sitting up I felt tiny particles of sand falling off my back one by one. A pile of soggy teal bikini pieces lay at my feet as the waves drew closer.

Soon I felt a hand on my shoulder. "I told you," Kennedy whispered, "no one else is here."

His shaggy hair was short and bluntly cut the way it was when we first met. The scruff that usually occupied his chin was gone. All his features were softer and, and younger.

"Kenny," I whispered reaching for his face. His skin was soft. My whole body tingled as he grabbed hold of my wrist. "I'm right here," he whispered.

"What happened?" I begged.

He didn't respond. His soft hazel eyes stared into mine. The only light between us was cast by the moon above. The smell of the ocean surrounded my nostrils. How was this happening? This couldn't be happening.

Kennedy softly pressed his lips against mine and I pulled away. "What are you doing?" I scorned.

"I'm kissing you," he replied confused.

"You can't kiss me!" I exclaimed, "I'm married. I have a son. We're over Kennedy."

"What are you talking about?" Kennedy wrinkled his brow, "Britta, are feeling okay?"

Kennedy grabbed for my hand, I quickly snatched it away and stood up from the sandy ground.

"What the fuck is going on?" I yelled.

"What's going on is you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend. We're at the beach. And we were kissing, but…" Kennedy explained.

I trembled backwards. Girlfriend? Where was I, some parallel universe? The world grew brighter around me. Soon I couldn't see anything but white.

"Kennedy, where are you?" I called. A flash of white light knocked me down.

Suddenly the temperature rose. I couldn't breathe. Gasping for air I peeled my eyes open and fell forward. Slam! My head cracked onto the side of the bus.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed out loud.

Staggering backward, I caught my balance and studied my surroundings. The sun was shining high in the sky and the air was dense with heat. Looking down I was relieved to see I was atleast wearing clothes. My purple The Maine shirt and jean shorts. Oh no. I knew exactly where I was. Warped Tour, July 12th. The day Kennedy and I broke up.

I heard John Ohh's familiar voice through the bus window and I listened in on the already initiated conversation. The next voice was Kennedy's.

"What the fuck did you do man?" John Ohh demanded.

"It's bad," Kennedy replied, overtly upset, "It's really bad."

"What?!" John barked again.

"I, I cheated on Britta." Kennedy admitted.

Just hearing the words formed a lump in my throat the size of a softball. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want to be hearing this. I tried to walk away but my feet wouldn't move. What ever sick universe I was in, wanted me to hear this.

"You what?" John exclaimed, "with who?"

"Gabi," Kennedy faintly replied.

"Gabi?! You cheated on your girlfriend with your ex girlfriend, that you left to be with your girlfriend?" John questioned.

"I panicked okay!" Kennedy exclaimed, "I, I was going to ask Britta to marry me, so I went to the ring store. But Garrett, he texted me."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." John stopped him, "you were gonna what?"

I fell to my knees. Kennedy was going to propose? Why didn't I know this until now? Or had I always known, and I just ignored it? A small rock lay on the pavement in front of me and I used it to sketch "help me" onto the black surface.

"Need help?" a voice above me cheerily asked.

Looking up, the sun blared into my eyes and I couldn't make out their face. Their slender frame slightly bent over my body and I could almost make out the shape of their hair, which I'd guessed was in a hat.

"Who are you?" I asked, afraid of my answer.

"Open your eyes," they whispered.

"My eyes are open," I exclaimed.

"Stand up then," the voice replied.

Huffing, I crawled out of my crotch position and stood before the voice that now had a face. Their black hair lay lazily shaken under a Boston Red Sox hat and their round brown eyes greeted mine.

"Wiley?" I blurted.

"The one and only," he smiled and pulled me into a hug. His grey zip up hoodie crashed onto my torso and I could smell his Jake Hollister cologne. I didn't want to let go. I dug my face into his shoulder as he rubbed my back. The hot sun beat down on the top of my head and I could feel Wiley breathing on the back of my neck.

"Can you just bring me home?" I cried over his shoulder.

"I can't do that," he sadly replied.

"Why not?" I begged as we pulled apart.

"Because that's not my job," Wiley replied.

"Your job?" I replied confused.

"My job is to make sure you listen," Wiley explained, "before you make your choice."

John Ohh's voice boomed from the bus again and I jumped in surprise.

"Just listen," Wiley instructed.

Turing our attention back to the bus window I tried to listen as best I could.

"All this because one text!" John exclaimed, "one fucking text and you have a free pass to cheat on her?"

"He said, he said her and Halvo were spending a lot of time together," Kennedy justified, "he said they were hanging out on the bus and stuff. It's like she didn't even miss me."

"Hanging out with Halvo? You're a joke Kennedy." John sounded disappointed, "I hang out with Halvo a lot too, does that mean I'm fucking him?"

"John that's different," Kennedy replied, "you're not my girlfriend."

"It shouldn't matter," John yelled, "your girlfriend can be friends with anyone she wants. That doesn't give you the right to cheat on her."

I looked over at the satisfied faced Wiley. My jaw fell to the floor. Not only was John Ohh sticking up for me, he was actually really pissed. But, this was all because of a text? One text saying that I was spending a lot of time with Eric? I mean, sure, we were spending a lot of time with each other, but that didn't mean I had feelings for him. Or did I?

"Ready to decide?" Wiley asked.

"What? Decide what?" I pleaded.

"Decide how you want your life to end up?" Wiley asked.

"I don't want to change my life," I exclaimed, "I love my life!"

"Are you sure about that?" Wiley asked, grabbing my hand.

Walking past the bus we stepped into a staircase I somewhat recognized.

"Go up," Wiley instructed, "and tell me if you're really happy?"

Running up the stairs I found a door and pushed it open. The wind whipped my hair into my face and my eyes started to tear.

"Wiley!" I called, "I don't understand."

"You don't remember?" Wiley's voice came from behind me and I whipped around.

"Remember what?" I demanded.

"It's the roof, Britta." Wiley grabbed my hand and led me to the edge of the roof. "Look."

Looking past Wiley I noticed a pair of people sitting on the edge about a hundred feet away. Marching towards them I slowly started recognizing their faces.

"Oh my god," I whispered under my breath.

"Kinda like looking in a mirror huh?" Wiley asked stepping up to my side.

"How is this happening?" I whispered, still afraid of calling the attention of the versions of myself and Kennedy sitting on the ledge.

"Just listen," Wiley sat down and patted for me to join him on the ground. I took the seat next to him and listened to my own voice.

"He's not coming back," I cried.

"Where could he have gone?" Kennedy replied, "he couldn't have gone far."

"Kennedy, it's been a week. He's not coming back," the Britta sobbed.

"We're leaving New York tomorrow, and then the tours over," Kennedy soothed, "Eric's probably waiting for you at home right now."

"He's not," Britta shouted back through her tears, "he's gone. He said I was dead to him. He said we were over."

"He didn't mean it," Kennedy shook his head.

"He did, he found out about the kiss." Britta shot back.

"Oh." Kennedy's face fell, "it was my fault. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Britta grabbed Kennedy's hand, "It's not all your fault."

My throat closed as I remembered what was going to happen next. Britta leaned her head on Kennedy's shoulder and he slowly pulled her into another kiss. Right there, before me, I watched as I fell for him over again. Stupid girl.

"Wiley, I can't watch this anymore," I wiped my eyes and stood up. Brushing the gravel off my shorts I tapped Wiley's shoulder.

"Wiley let's go," I demanded.

"You haven't made your decision," Wiley replied.

"Yes I have! I want to go home, that's my decision." I exclaimed.

"Fine," Wiley stood and grabbed my hand. Leading me around the corner I faced two doors. The rooftop setting melted away and all that lay around me was white.

"I don't understand," I whispered.

"Watch," Wiley instructed.

Before the first door; Eric, Hawke, my album, and two wedding bands stood. Shifting my eyes to the next I watched as Kennedy appeared. No extras. Nothing. Just Kennedy.

"Eric!" I shouted, taking a step towards the first door.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Wiley grabbed my waist, "you're not ready yet!"

Tears began to fall as I watched the things before me fade away. First was my album, then the wedding bands, and next my son.

"Where are they going?" I whispered as my tear slid down my lips.

"They're gone," Wiley explained, "when you make your choice, they can't matter. Forget them."

Reaching for ring finger, the feel of flesh sent a wrath of anger down my body.

"They can't just be gone," I yelled.

"You have to make your decision now," Wiley let go of my waist.

Taking off towards door number one I screamed, "Eric! Eric! Eric!" Crashing into his chest I heard his familiar laugh and shook with excitement. But soon I realized the excitement wasn't what was shaking me; I was actually shaking. Backing away from Eric's arms I pried my eyes open.

"Britta! Britta!" Eric's concerned eyes were focused on mine, "it's just a dream. You're safe, it's okay."

I shot up quickly and frantically grabbed for the covers. I was home, in bed. With Eric and Hawke next to me. Thank God.

"I'm sorry," I finally whispered.

"Come here," Eric waved me into his arms, carefully not disturbing Hawke, who was cradled in his lap. Rubbing my shoulder, he kissed my forehead and sighed.

"Bad dream?" he asked.

"You have no idea," I replied, still shaken.

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