AN: I know what you're thinking, you're thinking, Twilight, what in gods name are you doing, making another fic while you're absorbed in two or three other ones?

Answer: Because I like soup.

Nah... I've been pondering this idea for awhile, and thinking about what characters to use. The first character was supposed to be Jasper, and my OC was supposed to be sick with cancer. Hmm. It's still possible, but not in this. Now the character is Alistair, the OC is a teen who's made some bad choices in friend and the setting is an open stretch of road. It might even be lemon scented. XD...maybe.


"Sweet home alabama!" We sang.

It all seemed so normal. To an outsider we were a couple of teenage grads taking a roadtrip. Hell, that's what we were down to a tee. Just a bunch of kids singing to songs that belonged to our parents.

I remember it so clearly because it was one of the last few days of my life... which is strange considering the fact that my memories from before were so muddled because of all that happened...all that's changed. But that's a different story... This is the story about my life and inevitable death, and what really happens when we mess with realms we don't belong in.