Jude's POV:

I knew it wasn't a good idea. I knew we shouldn't have gone along with it. But we did. And that's how we wound up in this mess.

The trouble started when I rode my bike down to Brooklyn's house to TP it. But it was all made clear when a voice had emanated from the distance. Shouting in confusion of who could possibly be in his house that specific night when the other members of his family clearly stated they wouldn't be.

It was Taylor's Dad. But that's not important. What was important was the gun shot that followed. A move made out of pure fear. I saw the bullet race passed me, inches away from hitting me. It felt like the bullet flew in slow-motion.

The victim's cry shook the house as it fell to the ground. I saw the faces in front of me turn around in horror. I didn't want to look down. Instead I studied the faces in front of me.

Taylor.

Daria.

No.

I didn't need to look down, I knew who it was. Daria fell crying hysterically. Taylor stared at Connor for a minute then looked at me empathetic. Because she was the only one who knew everything.

Daria held on to his hand with a death grip, her knuckles turning white. I looked out the patio door. The blood was just too much.

He had gotten shot in the shoulder. At least that's what I heard Taylor saying after she had dialed 911. At least it wasn't the head. Thank goodness it wasn't the head. It is almost impossible to survive that.

"Jude." Daria whispered in a small voice that I could barely hear. I turned towards her and she continues. "He said your name. I think he wants to talk to you."

I didn't want to talk to him though. In the least, I was scared, terrified. Blood makes me sick. But I went over to him anyways, kneeling besides him. "Connor." My voice is croaky and strained. Taylor turns around and looks at us.

He doesn't say anything, he moves his hand slowly, trying to hold mine. I grab it instantly. Taylor is smiling, her eyes glistening with tears. I turn back to Connor.

"I love you." Is all I say, tears streaming down my face. His grip on my hand lessens but he is still there.

"I love you too." He responds, drifting out of consciousness. I hold his hand even tighter. Daria looks to Taylor for an explanation, but Taylor is looking at us.

"You're going to be okay." I say with a shaky breath as the EMT's put him in the ambulance and drive off.

AN: Okay so now I'm going to do the same scene in Connor's POV, just making that clear :) ...

Connor's POV

I didn't expect the night to go like this! How could I? If I had, I would never have gone, never mind practically forcing Jude to go too.

This is how the night played out for me: it was one big blur. Going to Brooklyn's house, kissing Daria (that's what basically happened most of the night), going to Taylor's house, a gun shot and then pain. Nothing but pain.

TPing Brooklyn's House was actually a lot of fun. It helped me let go some of my anger, mostly caused by my dad. It made me feel...

Free.

Kissing Daria, on the other hand, made me feel trapped. I was a bird in a cage being forced to do something that they don't want to. Maybe I wanted to like it though. Hell, of course I wanted to like it. He would be happy if I liked it. But I didn't. I hated it. When I kissed her, I felt nothing.

Going to Taylor's House was my disguise. Taylor suggesting we get drunk and make out. It would have been my disguise. The bottle of Jack Daniels handing me the best alibi on a silver plater. My excuse for the "crime" of kissing only one I actually want to, being that an alcoholic fog blinded my eyes and made my conscience hazy. That isn't right, and it makes me sick.

The gun shot banged around in my head. The noise remaining in my mind, even after the bullet had long been inside me. I looking around, the second after I heard it, trying to see who/what got shot. My three companions were okay, I was glad for that, but their faces showed that everything was not. Confusion filled me piling up into millions of questions, that we're all instantly answered when fell to the ground.

I heard Taylor and Daria as they gasped, hearing me fall to the floor. I didn't hear Jude say a word. All I could see was the cream-colored ceiling.

Daria fell besides me crying as she grabbed my hand. Once again, nothing. Guilt stacked brick by brick, crushing me. But all I could feel was the pain. I had never felt anything more excruciatingly painful in my life.

Guilt laced in my words, I finally whispered "Jude?" Hurt shone through her face. I must have been the worst boyfriend. Here we were, dating, and instead of wanting her, I wanted my friend.

But he and I know that he is more than that. She doesn't.

She gets Jude and a minute later he is facing me. We hadn't been on the best of terms since we kissed in his bedroom (AN: I know in the episode, they weren't necessarily on bad terms but I just wanted to say that they were. I'm pretty sure I can do that to an extent). I tried to move my hand to hold his but it feels like cement. Jude sees my effort and grabs my hand instantly. I mentally smile as he said something I never expected.

"I love you." I could feel myself slipping away.

I had to say it back "I love you too." I manage to spit out before I got sucked into unconsciousness.