* spoilers. READ THE FIRST CHAPTER OF SUSPICION ON KATE BRIAN'S WEBSITE.

..this is my continuation (:
Disclaimer: because this is needed. I do not own it ! KB's .

"Reed."

My stinging eyes shot right open. Who was that. Where was I. What happened. Everything was so blindingly white, so blurry. I could still hear the distant crashing of waves against the rocks, as if my ears were pressed into a shell listening to the ocean.

I felt a hand close around my own, and as soon as I saw those strikingly blue eyes and dark tousled hair, I knew for sure that I wasn't alive.

I so badly wanted to say something, but nothing would seem to come out. It was like one of those frustrating dreams where you felt like you had no control over anything.

"It's okay Reed. You'll be alright." The boy in front of me said with a half smile, half smirk, as if he knew something I didn't. I wanted to smile back but instead I was putting all my effort into trying to hold back the tears. Looking into those blue eyes and that cute smirk brought me back, way back to my first memories of Easton Academy. The first person to have ever welcomed me, who truly connected with me. Who died instead of me.

Thomas Pearson.

He still had the same messy hair that made him look like he'd styled it that way on purpose only to achieve perfection. And those little strands of traitor hairs that would fall right on his brow and cover part of his deep blue eyes. Those lips, that had many times met with mine during our secret make outs, never too rough, always gentle.

I continued to stare up at him blankly, for that was all I could do in this state. The heavy scent of ocean water was beginning to fill my nose, but Thomas just gave my hand a squeeze and I blinked my eyes tight letting fate lead me to my destination.

Though, when I opened my eyes again I saw something different.

Someone different. A familiar boy with green eyes, just looking at me with worry written all over his face. If I wasn't dead already, I was sure my heart had stopped beating in that moment and that I was going to be soon.

My hand reached out to touch the blonde curls on his head, to feel them one last time. Because this was all a dream, or realm, or wherever you go before you're about to die. The real Josh Hollis was back in Easton, waiting for his girlfriend to wake up I assumed.

I was about to pull my hand back, remembering that he was no longer mine to touch, when he suddenly closed his eyes and he turned his head slightly to rest his cheek in my palm.

I was confused by his reaction, but I realized maybe he wanted me to know that we were going to be okay before I died. I was dying right? Why else would I have seen both Thomas and Josh, the loves of my life, in the same dream.

That's right, to say goodbye.

Suddenly, Josh's hand reached up to take my hand that was resting on his check and placed it back at my side. He looked at me one last time, before leaning in slowly.

My heart began to jump start again at his face being mere inches from mine. What was happening? My mind raced to all the countless fights we've had in the past, the break-ups, our last conversation in the hospital. 'Did that all even happen? ' I wondered to myself.

But like a glass shattering, all of those memories crashed onto the floor and none of that seemed to matter anymore, Josh was going to kiss me.

And there it was. His lips against mine.

I wasn't sure if it was from the unfamiliarity of not kissing him in so long, or if Ivy had changed the way Josh's lips felt against mine, but this surely did not feel like Josh.

First of all, he wasn't kissing me properly. His mouth was sideways, as if he were about to perform CPR on me or something. And then I felt my lungs expand.

WHAT WAS HE DOING? I CAN'T BREATHE. I needed to cough so badly. Like there was something stuck in my throat and I was suffocating. I pushed him off of me, but when my hands touched his chest, he was no longer wearing a shirt, and he was wet. I didn't have time to question him, though as soon as he felt me pushing him he immediately backed off.

I opened my eyes but I couldn't register anything because I began to cough, and cough…and cough. Water was splurging out of my mouth as my throat burned of sea water.

"Reed!" I heard voices yelling my name. Or maybe it was just one voice, I couldn't think straight with my throat feeling like it was on fire.

I felt his hand once again, but this time pulling my chin down and then the greatest sensation I had ever felt in so long, slid down my throat. I swallowed as I gulped down more water and a strong arm helped me to sit up.

My eyes were half opened now, and the rest of my senses were beginning to clear up. That was when I realized, I was wrong. This was not Josh in front of me.

Who was this? This boy who just saved my life. His light-blond hair sticking out all over the place in an adorable sort of way --

"…Sawyer?" I managed to croak out before I lashed out into another fit of coughs.

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