There's only one thing that bothers her. Weather it happened or not. There's always that point in time where you don't remember if it was a dream or it actually happened. These moments feel so real to the point you don't know the difference.

She looks out the window. It's the beginning of July, so the air is starting to get humid. She looks at the stars, each one different, unique in fact, just like him. The sky is pitch black, the moon is full just how she remembers, just like the night it happened. She shuts her eyes replaying everything.

Bree was outside sitting on a hill. She had a notebook in her hand, drawing the trees and flowers around her. The sky was slowly turning a dark blue color. The wind blows warm air through the land. While Bree was so focused on drawing, out of nowhere, someone from behind covers her mouth and wraps one of their arms around her.

He gets close to her, whispering in her ear. "Guess who?"

Bree froze at his touch. She recognizes the voice, but she dares not to look. He moves his hand away from her mouth and places it over her eyes. He tells her, "now you won't cheat."

Bree lets her stuff fall to the side, she starts to breathe more rapidly not knowing what to do. She finally gets the courage to speak. "What do you want?"

"I asked you a question first." He says bringing her closer to him. "Guess who I am."

Bree stiffens again, now she remembers how he sounds like. It possibly couldn't be him. They are so different. She's out going and he's closed in. "Henderson. Chase, I know it's you."

He uncovers her eyes letting her see the world again. She gets out of his grip, standing up. Bree quickly gets her stuff off the ground making sure the drawing isn't ruined. Chase stands, following Bree.

She hugs her notebook tightly to her chest. Bree doesn't understand why he did that. Chase calls after her. "Bree wait up."

Bree abruptly stops and rapidly turns around. "What?"

"What's wrong?" He asks.

She lies to him. Bree knows they could never be together, even if she wants to, it's impossible. "It's getting late and I need to go home."

Chase takes out his phone, "it's only seven."

Chase gets in front of Bree. He looks carefully at her. "You don't get it do you?"

Bree looks at him confused. He gets closer to her. Chase takes the stuff out of her hands setting it on the floor. He sets his hands her hips. "I like you, a lot. I don't even think like is the correct word."

Bree wants to move, but she can't deny her feelings for him. Without thinking it, she wraps her arms around his neck. "I do too."

He brings her closer, till their body's touch. Chase leans in and so does she. The gap finally closes. Their lips are in sync with each other.

The pull apart and lay on the grass. Bree doesn't resist and kisses him once more. Chase deepens the kiss. Every once in a while they'd separate to catch air and continue again.

Something came across her mind, why is he doing this?

She'd seen him at school once in a while, the last time was two weeks ago, on the last day of school. There was another thing that bothered her, does he really like her?

She pulls apart from him and quickly stands up. She looks down at him, "why are you doing this?"

He stands up, picking off the grass stuck in his hair. "because this will probably be the only time I ever get a chance to do this."

Bree takes out her phone to check the time. "It's already eight. I seriously have to go. See you tomorrow?" She couldn't believe an hour just passed, time does fly.

"I'll try." Chase said.

She bends over to get her stuff off the ground. When she turns around Chase is gone. Like vanished through thin air. Bree gets a little freaked out, so she hurries home.

The next day, Bree's with Janelle telling her what happened. They're at the hill where Bree was few days ago. Janelle looks at her surroundings confused. "Are you sure this happened?"

Bree puts her hands on her head. "Yes. No? Honestly I don't remember. I swear it was real, but… I didn't even talk to him or like him!"

"Yeah, that's why remember having a make out session with him. Plus how is that possible, he's gone." Janelle says looking out in the distance. She gets her phone out, looking for the most recent news. "Look it's not possible."

Bree takes Janelle's phone looking at the online news report. She reads out loud the key information. "Chase Henderson was found dead in his house on the night of June 29. His parents came home and found their son on the couch. They thought he was sleeping, but when they moved his arm, an empty pill bottle fell out of his hand."

Bree looks in horror at Janelle. She hands the phone back to Janelle. Janelle is still confused. "How do you not remember? You were at his funeral."

Images start to go off in Bree's head. Bree starts running away from Janelle heading for the cemetery.

"Bree where are you going!?" Janelle stays where she is.

Bree runs and runs without looking back, still confused about the past events. Once she reaches the gate of the cemetery, Bree looks around the place looking for his tombstone. It gives her the creeps, but that doesn't stop her.

She found it. The letters engraved in the stone read:

Chase Henderson

1998-2014

Janelle's right, Chase did died, but what were his motives. Bree sits in front of the tomb, observing it. She touches the grave running her fingers across it. She hears leaves crunch behind her.

"Are you ok?" Janelle slowly walks to where Bree is. She sits down next to her looking at the grave. Something isn't right, there's a piece missing, but Janelle can't quite put a finger on it and neither can Bree. Janelle looks at Bree, who is still processing all of this.

"No... I'm not." Bree takes a deep breath. She moves her hand to her lip. "It felt so real."

"To be honest I don't know what say, really." Janelle stands up and looks down at Bree. "I'll just be going."

Janelle walks off leaving Bree alone again. Bree touches under her eye where a tear starts to fall. She wipes it off with her sleeve not knowing what to do. Bree looks at the sky, it turned gray. Soon it starts it drizzle, then rain.

She can't hold her emotions in any longer. Bree loses it and starts to cry, everything is so confusing to her. "Why can't I fucking remember!?"

Bree isn't sure everything that happened was a dream, she feels what happened was real. Bree is determined to figure out the truth.

This is a one-shot, but I'm not sure if I should continue it or just leave it how it is. Should I continue it?