Accidental Loves
A Walk to Remember Fan Fiction
by: Beth (luckyangel@go.com)
Author's Note: This is my first "A Walk to Remember" fan fic and I hope that you like it! This is just a
teaser to see how many people are interested in this fic. If you want me to continue, please reply and
let me know by leaving some feedback for me. Thanks, Beth!
Disclaimer: If only I owned Shane West...I'd die a happy woman. LOL! Seriously, I don't own anything,
so please don't sue the poor college student!
@@!!@@
It was nearly midnight in Beaufort, North Carolina. Most people were in bed, sound asleep by now.
Everyone but the teenagers of the town. They were out, breaking thier curfews, and maybe the
underage drinking law.
Landon Carter pushed the accelerator to the floor and his '67 Camaro sped past his best friend Eric's
Jeep. They were racing down Old Cemetary Road, and their friends were waiting at the old railroad
tracks, which was their finish line.
They raced past the cemetary and came up a curve that they had nicknamed Devil's Curve as children
after several kids had gone over the bank on their bikes. The curve was less dangerous in a car, if you
obeyed the speed limit around it.
Landon had pulled a car length or more ahead of Eric when they arrived at Devil's Curve. His better
judgement made him swerve partially across the yellow line onto his side of the road and in front of
Eric, who braked to avoid a collision.
However, Landon wasn't prepared for the sight of bright headlights that suddenly filled his vision. He
tried to swerve to avoid them, but his car was in the middle of the road and he couldn't get out of the
way fast enough. Fortunately, the other driver also swerved, but the two cars couldn't avoid the
collision.
Landon's car was hit on the back of the driver's side which sent him into a spin. He tried to control it,
but found himself dropping over the bank. The car came to an abrupt stop as the driver's side slammed
into a tree.
Eric was out of the Jeep and running toward the cars before Landon's dropped over the bank. He ran
to the old car that was sitting on the side of the road where it had stopped. He was shocked to see
Jamie Sullivan, the Reverand's daughter, sitting behind the wheel. Her eyes were wide, and she looked
like she might cry, but she seemed unharmed.
Both of them snapped their heads in the direction of where Landon's car had disappeared when they
heard the crunch of metal and the splintering of wood. Without hesitation, Eric ran toward the sound,
with Jamie on his heels. They both stopped short when they saw Landon's car. It was literally
wrapped around the oak tree that it had hit. The driver's side was smashed into the tree, but they could
see Landon through the broken windows and he was moving.
Turning around, Eric grabbed Jamie by the shoulders and said, "Go get help. The keys are in the Jeep.
Go to somebody's house and call for help."
"Okay," she answered in her soft-spoken voice. Then she turned and ran to his Jeep and sped away,
wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.
Eric slowly approached the car, uncertain of Landon's condition. He cursed beneath his breath
because it had been his idea to race. Finally reaching the car, Eric peered through the broken
passenger side window at his best friend.
Landon had blood running down his face from a cut on his forehead. He held his chest with his left
hand, while his right hand held his left shoulder, which was obviously, even to Eric, dislocated.
However, it was dark and the extent of Landon's injuries were unknown. But he was moving and his
eyes were open, which Eric took to be a good sign.
"Hey, man." Eric said, gaining Landon's attention. His friend grimaced as he turned his head toward
the voice.
"Some race," Landon whispered. He coughed and clutched his chest once again.
"Take it easy. Just take it easy, Landon." Eric said, trying the door to see if it would open. It creaked
open and Eric slid onto the seat beside Landon.
"Where are you hurt?" Eric asked, not wanting to know, but needing to know the extent of Landon's
injuries.
"Head," Landon whispered, bracing himself for a cough that didn't come. "My shoulder. My leg." He
tried to move into a more comfortable position but was stopped by Eric's voice.
"Don't move, man. You could make something worse. Don't move."
"Who was in the other car?" Landon asked after a moment of silence. His words were a little hard to
hear and Eric had to lean closer to his friend. .
"Jamie Sullivan. She's okay. I sent her to get help."
"She's okay," Landon whispered to himself, his eyes sliding shut.
"Landon, stay with me here. Talk to me, Man. You can't go to sleep; you gotta stay awake." But
Landon had already slipped into unconsciousness.
A Walk to Remember Fan Fiction
by: Beth (luckyangel@go.com)
Author's Note: This is my first "A Walk to Remember" fan fic and I hope that you like it! This is just a
teaser to see how many people are interested in this fic. If you want me to continue, please reply and
let me know by leaving some feedback for me. Thanks, Beth!
Disclaimer: If only I owned Shane West...I'd die a happy woman. LOL! Seriously, I don't own anything,
so please don't sue the poor college student!
@@!!@@
It was nearly midnight in Beaufort, North Carolina. Most people were in bed, sound asleep by now.
Everyone but the teenagers of the town. They were out, breaking thier curfews, and maybe the
underage drinking law.
Landon Carter pushed the accelerator to the floor and his '67 Camaro sped past his best friend Eric's
Jeep. They were racing down Old Cemetary Road, and their friends were waiting at the old railroad
tracks, which was their finish line.
They raced past the cemetary and came up a curve that they had nicknamed Devil's Curve as children
after several kids had gone over the bank on their bikes. The curve was less dangerous in a car, if you
obeyed the speed limit around it.
Landon had pulled a car length or more ahead of Eric when they arrived at Devil's Curve. His better
judgement made him swerve partially across the yellow line onto his side of the road and in front of
Eric, who braked to avoid a collision.
However, Landon wasn't prepared for the sight of bright headlights that suddenly filled his vision. He
tried to swerve to avoid them, but his car was in the middle of the road and he couldn't get out of the
way fast enough. Fortunately, the other driver also swerved, but the two cars couldn't avoid the
collision.
Landon's car was hit on the back of the driver's side which sent him into a spin. He tried to control it,
but found himself dropping over the bank. The car came to an abrupt stop as the driver's side slammed
into a tree.
Eric was out of the Jeep and running toward the cars before Landon's dropped over the bank. He ran
to the old car that was sitting on the side of the road where it had stopped. He was shocked to see
Jamie Sullivan, the Reverand's daughter, sitting behind the wheel. Her eyes were wide, and she looked
like she might cry, but she seemed unharmed.
Both of them snapped their heads in the direction of where Landon's car had disappeared when they
heard the crunch of metal and the splintering of wood. Without hesitation, Eric ran toward the sound,
with Jamie on his heels. They both stopped short when they saw Landon's car. It was literally
wrapped around the oak tree that it had hit. The driver's side was smashed into the tree, but they could
see Landon through the broken windows and he was moving.
Turning around, Eric grabbed Jamie by the shoulders and said, "Go get help. The keys are in the Jeep.
Go to somebody's house and call for help."
"Okay," she answered in her soft-spoken voice. Then she turned and ran to his Jeep and sped away,
wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.
Eric slowly approached the car, uncertain of Landon's condition. He cursed beneath his breath
because it had been his idea to race. Finally reaching the car, Eric peered through the broken
passenger side window at his best friend.
Landon had blood running down his face from a cut on his forehead. He held his chest with his left
hand, while his right hand held his left shoulder, which was obviously, even to Eric, dislocated.
However, it was dark and the extent of Landon's injuries were unknown. But he was moving and his
eyes were open, which Eric took to be a good sign.
"Hey, man." Eric said, gaining Landon's attention. His friend grimaced as he turned his head toward
the voice.
"Some race," Landon whispered. He coughed and clutched his chest once again.
"Take it easy. Just take it easy, Landon." Eric said, trying the door to see if it would open. It creaked
open and Eric slid onto the seat beside Landon.
"Where are you hurt?" Eric asked, not wanting to know, but needing to know the extent of Landon's
injuries.
"Head," Landon whispered, bracing himself for a cough that didn't come. "My shoulder. My leg." He
tried to move into a more comfortable position but was stopped by Eric's voice.
"Don't move, man. You could make something worse. Don't move."
"Who was in the other car?" Landon asked after a moment of silence. His words were a little hard to
hear and Eric had to lean closer to his friend. .
"Jamie Sullivan. She's okay. I sent her to get help."
"She's okay," Landon whispered to himself, his eyes sliding shut.
"Landon, stay with me here. Talk to me, Man. You can't go to sleep; you gotta stay awake." But
Landon had already slipped into unconsciousness.