This is a full- length story dedicated to the lurvvvvley ChristyCullen101! (Ik, we just keep one- upping each other lol). I just had this idea and had 2 put it down on paper, or, err, microsoft word, hehe. Well, enjoy!

You ever love somebody so much,

You can barely breathe when your wit 'em?

You meet, and neither one of you,

Even knew what hit 'em?

Noone's P.O.V.

"Are we almost there?" Christy sighed angrily.

Her dad chuckled. "Christy, you could walk to this mall blindfolded and still know the way, so how about you tell me?"

It was true. "There's only one street left to go." She said gladly.

Well, before this plot gets even more interesting (that was sarcasm; but don't worry, it will get interesting) let's explain more about fifteen- year- old Christy Morejon. Christy was born in Hollywood, California, and her little brother, Nathan, was born in Beverly Hills. This seems like it would be pretty awesome, right? Well, it was. Because at age three, her and Nathan (who was two at the time) were whisked away from the Golden Coast and sent to a town that, er, isn't really on a coast. Her family settled down in a small town in Colorado, where at age seven her parents divorced. And those were the highlights of her life.

Hey, things were pretty boring in Colorado.

And right now her, Nathan, and their father were driving on a seemingly uninteresting trip to the Denver Mall. Which was living up to be pretty uninteresting, until...

"Okay, turn right." Christy chirped at her dad. Her dad drove into the far right lane just as the light turned red. Just their luck.

But her dad kept driving. Sure he had bumped it down to about 20 miles per hour, but he was supposed to stop completely. Duh. That's what you do at a red light.

"Um, dad? The light's red." Nathan said from the backseat.

"I know Nathan, but these brakes aren't working!" Their dad said, panicking. Their eyes widened.

*********************************************** EIGHT YEARS AGO*****************************************************************************************************************************

"So, kids, what do you think of this one?" Mr. Morejon asked. Christy and Nathan bounced around in the dark green Ford Escape.

"Oooh! Can we get it! Can we get it!" They giggled happily. They were at Merill Motors, a car dealership in South Park. Mr. Morejon needed a new car after his soon- to- be- ex- wife filed for divorce. Plus, he was hoping it would cheer his kids up and take their minds off of the constant fighting that was going on.

"Sure kids!" Mr. Morejon said happily.

"Yay!" They yelled.

Mr. Morejon smiled before turning to the dealer. "How much?"

The car salesmen smiled. "Since this car was pre- owned, it's going to be 7,000 dollars."

Mr. Morejon turned to his never- been- happier kids and then back to the dealer. "I'll take it."

****************************************** EIGHT YEARS LATER*******************************************************************************************************************************

"What the hell does that mean?" Christy yelled.

"It means I can't stop!" Her dad screamed.

Mr. Morejon ran the red light and swerved into the Denver Mall Plaza before turning to the Sears Auto Repair Shop parking lot and slowing down as much as he could before he stopped the car on those bumpers at the end of parking spaces. They all sighed with relief.

The Morejons walked into the Auto Shop when they were stopped by a repair guy who looked to be in his mid- twenties.

"Can I help you?" He asked them.

"Yes. The brakes aren't working on my Ford Escape." Mr. Morejon said.

"You know why they're called cars FORDs right?" The guy said, smiling.

"No. Why?" Mr. Morejon asked, oblivious that this guy was about to make a joke.

"It stands for Fix Or Repair Daily." The man said, laughing. They threw out a couple of fake laughs.

"Ok. I'll go see about your car." Repair- man said before leaving.

"Good thing the police didn't pull me over for running that red light, or I wouldn't have been able to stop!" Mr. Morejon joked with his kids. They smiled. And those smiles were real, too.

Their dad always knew had to make the best out of tough situations.

************************************************************** SEVEN MONTHS LATER (PRESENT DAY)**********************************************************************************

Christy's P.O.V.

"Christy, we've got to go pick up Nathan from football practice!" Dad yelled.

I rolled my eyes, and walked outside to our Ford Escape, where I proceeded to get into the front seat.

"No, Christy, it's your brothers turn." My dad said, frowning at me.

I sighed, before sitting in the backseat. My brother and I took turns sitting in the front seat, which I found totally unfair. Like, I was the oldest, so I should sit in the front seat everytime, right? Glad you see things my way.

We were on a highway that barely anyone used, when my dad was looking at a map, trying to find the nearest Subway.

"Okay, so if we go onto Fairview avenue, then take a right, there should be one right after-"

"Dad!" I interrupted.

He looked at me. "What?"

"Wrong side of the road!" I yelled. Luckily, there weren't any cars on this side, so we had some time.

"Oh. Sorry." He said before putting his hands on the steering wheel, but not turning it.

I saw another car coming toward us.

"Dad, what are you doing, turn it!" I yelled.

"I'm trying! It won't turn!" He screamed, using all of his strength to try and turn the wheel.

It still wouldn't budge.

The car was coming closer.

"Dad! Stop trying to be funny! Just turn the wheel!" I sobbed.

"You think I would joke about this! Hold tight!" He said, making motions with his hands for the other person to move over. I moved into the middle seat and buckled up.

"I love you, Christy!" Dad yelled.

I held up my arms, shielding my face. "Dad, don't-"

There are no words to describe what happened next.

*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************

Christy's P.O.V. (still)

I opened my eyes, wondering where I was. This wasn't my bed at my mom's house. Or my dad's. And then I realized what had just happened.

I unbuckled and got out of the car, barely strong enough to stand. I had seen enough action movies to know that I needed to get my dad out of the car, or who knows what would happen. The car could fall off of a cliff, or explode, or something.

I opened dad's door and breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that he was only unconcious, and not dead. I tried to take out his body, but he was a little on the chubby side, and I wasn't strong enough to lift him out. After several attemps, I realized that this wasn't going to work, and I went to the other car.

I realized that I knew someone in the other car. Kyle Broflovski, a kid in my grade. He was sitting next to his mom. I didn't really speak to him much, but that was no reason to not save his life. So I tried to pull him out. I realized that I could, and I carried him a good ten yards or so, before my knees started to buckle and I collapsed under his added weight.

I tried to move, but he had me pinned, and he didn't even know it.

I took a deep breath. "KYLE!" I yelled, so loud I'm sure everyone in Rhode Island heard it, but Kyle remained in his unconcious state. I thought up ways to get him to wake up.

I could spit in his face, but that was rude, and would be adding insult to injury, literally. I could knock both of our heads together, but I don't think we should hurt ourselves anymore than we already are, plus I think I had whiplash.

I stared at him, as he was unconcious, thinking ironically that even though he was unconcious, I was the one who was completely helpless.

Then, I heard a deafening BOOM! and I was showered with parts of metal.

"No..." I said, as tears started to run down my cheeks. I looked at Kyle, jealous that he was so peacefully out of mind.

"I love you too, dad." I whispered.

"Kyle, wake up. For the love of god just wake up." I sobbed, willing with all of my might for him to just open his eyes.

Then, I felt everything in my body give out.

And everything went black.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,

Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,

Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie.

Yea, ik, cliche ending. But wat do u think of the story so far, dont worry the story will get better, i just suck at beginnings.

Review, lovies!

-CC