So, here commences chapter two of this three-shot. This will be really short, but trust me; chapter 3 is even shorter. So, tada!

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Disclaimer: No, don't even go there.

Wisty's telepathic.

Wisty POV

We had killed The One. Don't bother asking how, because I'm not gonna tell you. I think my brother was hoping that because "he" was dead, I wouldn't want to kiss Byron. He was wrong. The moment "he" died, I launched myself at B, tackling him to the ground. He tried to get up, but I was hugging him so hard he could barely sit. He looked over at me and sighed. "It's official. I'm dead."

"Nope. As far as I know, you survived the fight."

"So I'm dreaming?"

"Well," my brother said with a smirk. "When do your little Wisty dreams end?"

"Whenever she kisses me. It's usually powerful enough to knock me into reality." My brother pulled a face, like he was disgusted by the idea that someone could love me the way he loved Celia. Also, it might've been the fact that Byron had just admitted to having dreams about me, though I was flattered.

I turned so my face was inches from his. "Pucker up, buttercup." I leaned in, hesitant because I was afraid Whit would start yelling at us. Before he could, though, Byron closed the gap between us, pressing his soft lips against mine. I was coming close to literally melting in his arms, had I not been focused on him. There was something else, though. A new energy coursing through ms, keeping me steady. The same energy I felt at the concert when B and I were playing together. The energy of magic. Of "destined souls." Of love. I know all that sounds cheesy to you, but that boy sure knows how to kiss. We parted our lips a few centimeters (due to lack of oxygen,) and looked at each other.

"Do you still love me?" I asked with a small smile.

"Absolutely. Do you forgive me?"

"Absolutely." I would have kissed him again, but Whit had other ideas.

"Ehem," Whit said with a smirk. It was obvious he was enjoying this. "Sorry to interrupt your guy's, ah, fun, but there are some people waiting to congratulate you, Wisty."

I sighed. "The pressures of being a teen rockstar/totally awesome witch. C'mon B. I'm not facing them alone."

"Go on ahead. I need to talk to your brother.

Ooh, cliffy. Please review, and I'll let you know what happens next. Holla!

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