Note: This Fanfiction is based on the movie version of Bridge To Terabithia. In this version Jess and Leslie are (currently) 12 years old and in sixth grade. Leslie's birthday is August 12th and Jess's is September 20th so Leslie is a bit older than Jess. Leslie moved to Lark Creek in 2007. May Bell is seven. Most of the first few chapters is just a re-write of what happened in the movie, because if I didn't do that the story wouldn't work. By the way, it's an LDD.

This is my first fanfic. Please review so I know what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong. I know it's rushed but I don't know how to prevent that.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Jess was laying in bed with a lamp on over his head, so glad to be free from chores his Dad had him doing for almost an eternity that evening. He looked at the stopwatch his aunt gave him on his birthday a few weeks ago. It was 11:55 pm on Thursday the eleventh. No wonder his eyes were so heavy.

But for some reason he wouldn't let them close. He was much too absorbed in sketching a pair squogers making their unique squeaking and grunting calls at the moon, and Prince Terrain tickling a giant troll. His work was incredibly precise, he rubbed his thumb hard in the pencil ink making a very real shadow of the troll.

Leslie made these thing come alive, he thought. Well I suppose I helped, after all it probably wouldn't be much fun fighting squogers alone, but-

"Jess why are you up?"

"WHA!" Jess turned his head. He was relived to find the voice had piped up was only May Bell. Oh no... it was May Bell.

"What are squogers?"

"Wha-uh, there's no such thing May Bell," Jess said in a scolding whisper, "Why are you up, it's midnight!"

"Not yet." She pointed to a clock that read 11:57. "And don't play dumb with me you muttered something about fighting squogers!" Jess rolled his eyes at his sister's apparent telepathy.

"I wasn't muttering anything."

"Yes you do, when you're sleepy you think you're thinking things but really you talk 'em." Normally Jess would laugh at May's childish grammar but now he was far too grouchy.

"Go back to bed May Belle," his voice was louder.

"You were talking about how your girlfriend makes things live and you help her and squogers!"

"Jess, May Bell." They looked at their mother at the doorway. "You two should be asleep." She clicked off Jess's lamp and May Bell crawled back in her bed. Mary Aarons left to go back to sleep as well.

Jess barley managed to mutter "She's not my girlfriend." And then he collapsed with his head at the foot of his bed, and fell into a deep slumber.

"Jess Aarons! Admit it! I am your girlfriend!" she gleefully teased.

"No you're not!" Jess said, "You wish!"

"Oh come on! You know! You think I'm,ahem, CAPTIVATING!"

"You're just conceded."

"Grow up Jesse. This is just a dream. It won't be this easy in real life."

"What do you mean."

"I mean I'm laying it all out here! That's not how it really goes. You've got to be the man Jesse. Now goodbye!" She took off, running toward the sky. She didn't need the ground to run, she was running straight toward the sun.

"Leslie wait!" Why was she leaving? Just as she was disappearing into the lowest cloud she turned back and spoke;

"Jess!" Her voice was now a lot more masculine than normal.

"Jess, where are my keys?" Suddenly Jess was awake, confused by the crazy dream. He looked up at his Dad who had shaken him awake. Apparently he was the masculine voice.

"What"

"My keys, you never gave them back to me." They must just be in these Jess thought as he sat up and searched the pants he'd worn the day before. The keys weren't there and Jess's face became stricken with horror as he knew he was in deep trouble.