Dylan's POV

"Isn't this awesome?" I ask Ryan, my twin brother. We're tobogganing with our sister and her friends and boyfriend. While they're racing, we're having fun. Suddenly, we hear shouts behind us. I don't pay attention to them because I don't understand what they're saying. But, Jess whooshes past us, getting her leg crushed in the action. A few seconds later, she screams. I've never heard her scream like that.

Ryan is pale, but not from the cold. We may tease her, and prank her, and spy on her, and annoy her, but we really do love Jess. Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, down. And we're really worried. She never screams. Ever. I don't entirely understand what's going on.

Emma rushes up to us. "Where's everyone else?" Ryan asks.

She swoops us into a bear hug. "Thank God you're okay," she breathes.

"Where's everyone else?" Ryan repeats.

"Erm, well, most of the others are going home except for us. And Darcy."

"Where's Darcy?" I ask.

"He's finding Mrs. Crandall. When the ambulance gets here, we're taking you two back to our house."

I'm shocked. "Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, back up! Ambulance?!"

"Um, yeah. For, for Jess."

"Why does Jess need an ambulance?" Ryan hollers. Emma shushes him.

"Because something happened to her leg," Emma replies "and they need to check it out at the hospital. I think she broke it. I've never heard her scream like that."

"Neither have we," Ryan says.

The sound of sirens come into the distance. They then rush up to the sledding hill we're on, whatever it's called. Jess is put on a carrier and hurried away to a hospital. Ryan, Emma, Darcy, and I stare as the ambulance drives away to the hospital. "It's all my fault, it's all my fault," Darcy keeps saying under his breath.

"It's not your fault," someone says behind us. It's Mrs. Crandall. "We didn't know this was going to happen, and no matter what we could do, we still wouldn't know this would happen. You did the right thing, Darcy, bringing her to me and calling the ambulance."

"Thank you, Mrs. Crandall," Emma says. "I think my parents are expecting us. It was nice seeing you again."

"As for you, Emma. And Dylan, Ryan, and Darcy. Bye!" Mrs. Crandall calls.

"Bye," we chorus mournfully. Ryan and I slither into the backseat of the Hawthornes' car, and Emma's in the passenger seat, next to Darcy. We're quiet the whole way home. When we pull into the driveway, Mrs. Hawthorne comes rushing out and swoops us all into a giant hug. "I'm so glad you're okay," she cries. We can't talk. We're traumatized.

"Phoebe, they're all freezing!" Mr. Hawthorne calls from the front door. "Let the poor kids in."

"Oh, right!" Mrs. Hawthorne shoos us in through the door. Emma points to where we can put out snow stuff. "Here, you can come into my room," Emma says. Darcy is quiet. We know it's not us. He's really upset with himself. "Darcy," I tell him. "It's not your fault. It really isn't." I get a weak smile in return.

Emma shakes her head. "He's never been like this before. He must really like her." The three of us exchange a glance and giggle.

About a half an hour later, we're just going through Emma's books (she has a lot of them!) when Mrs. Hawthorne's voice comes up the stairs. "Are you guys hungry?" None of the four of us reply, but we do come down the stairs to see that Mr. Hawthorne made cookies. The sweet aroma of the chocolate chips knock my senses into thinking that I need to eat these cookies. I devour one in a single bite.

Mr. Hawthorne glances at the clock on the oven. "Darcy, football starts in forty-five minutes. You better get going."

"I'm not going," Darcy states, leaning back a bit in his chair. Everyone in the room gapes at him.

"Darcy, what happened to Jess was not your fault," Mrs. Hawthorne says quietly but sternly.

"Yeah," Emma, Ryan, and I agree.

"So you need to go," Mr. Hawthorne finishes.

Darcy groans, but retreats to his bedroom to get his equipment on. The phone rings. Mrs. Hawthorne picks it up. "Hello?...oh, yes, they're being absolute angels" she winks at my brother and me "….well, he's convinced it's his fault…I'll tell him she said that. He's getting ready for practice right now. We had to force him to go…..they're right next to me. Here you go, boys. It's your mom." She hands us the phone.

"Mom!" I say.

"Is Jess alright?" Ryan asks.

"Hi, boys. Yes, your sister is fine."

I felt like a huge boulder was let off my shoulders.

Jess was okay.

Okay, so that was my first one shot! I hope you liked it! Next one-shot will be up shortly! Thanks for reading, and feel free to review! I love all your reviews!

- 3 Alexis