Sorry about the extremely late update. I've been having late practices and I was also working on a drawing XD

Anarrislasher - Thank you and I'm a huge fan of holix as well but I'm not sure is six will be in this because it is about Holiday's past and technically she is still a kid and each kid experiences something before he or she actually gets involved with their main partner. I do have a Holix story though. I'll try to put that up sometime.

I looked at her blankly unable to process the news that had just been thrown at me. I studied her green red rimmed eyes for a bit to find a different answer. There was none.

"Wh- what?" I finally managed to force out. She sniffled and nodded.

"He was shot trying to lead the rifleman away from the injured " Of course he did I thought bitterly to my self. I folded my arms on the kitchen table and looked ahead with an expression of anger or sadness. I could not tell them apart at the moment. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my mother couldn't tell either by the way her emerald eyes studied me for a reaction. I knew sooner or later I would feel the wave of emotions hit me and I did not need it to be seen by the public.

"Does Dad know?" She nodded. "Well, were the hell is he?" I asked getting more then pissed off.

"He's." I looked at her telling her I knew but I wanted her to say it anyway. She gave in and sadly stated that he was at work. I let out a small snicker almost like a huff.

"Real fucking nice mom." I stood up and headed for my room.

"Brianna!" My mother tried calling after me which was returned by the sound of my bedroom door slamming. I walked over to my window and opened it. Usually when I do not want to be seen leaving the house this was my only escape root. I slowly crawled out and gently landed on the grayish tiles that covered the house of our roof. I crept silently following my memorized path to the side of the house. The tree that over looked the side of our house stood as still as death.

I remembered when I was small and Keith had taught me how to get onto it from the roof and climb down. I remembered how scared I was the first couple of times but after watching Keith running and jumping onto the tree, I found it simple. I know longer had to run an jump to reach the tree due to my growth since the age of six.

I gave a small jump and reached the strongest branch and pulled my self up. I climbed down the large piece of wood and left the laughing of my sister and Dan behind as I walked into the woods through the path that only the Holiday siblings knew about. Of course that's because we made it. Well Keith and I did. Emily sort of just watched and played with wood frogs.

Now I know what you must be thinking. She just heard that her brother died and she's going hiking. Well that's what I do when I'm pissed or sad. It's either that or punch a whole in the wall or cry myself to sleep and neither seem appealing to me. We all have our source of comfort and until I can find someone I actually want to be around in times like these, I will appreciate my solitude.

After what felt like an hour but was only fifteen minutes, I came to a clearing were I was met by a cool breeze and an ocean that stretched out for eternity. It was a small clearing but enough for a small group of kids to fit nicely. The beach was apart of a larger one on the other side of the stack of rocks that separated it. Normally you have to pay to swim at that beach but my siblings and I found this spot trying to sneak in.

I took a deep breath and shuttered as the cold sea salt air hit my lungs. I pondered for a few seconds as to why they ached until I felt a cool almost glass bead like snack slither down the side of my cheek. I was crying. I slid my sleeve across my eyes and tried to hold it back. Slowly my eyes blurred and a small whimper escaped my lips. I sort off fell/sat on the fluffy sand and pulled my knees in were I buried my head and allowed my self to loose control of my emotions. Even though I was alone, I still cried silently.

"I freaking hate this! I hate war more then anyone can believe. I hate how Keith abandoned Emily and me to go fight in the damn war! I hate how my father treats us and I hate him and his whole pointless job!. I hate this god damn beach! The same beach were we all played as children. Were Emily, Keith, me and..." My rambling thoughts were interrupted when I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I jumped up in surprise and looked at my company. Dan was sitting next to me in the sand looking at me through concerned dark eyes.

"Jesus don't's do that." I said more angry then surprised. For once he didn't laugh at me.

"I'm sorry." I sniffled and nodded.

"It's alright, It's not you fault you're a creep." I gave him a small smile trying to lighten up the mood. He did not respond to my act of kindness or lack there of.

"That's not what I ment." I looked away from him.

"Oh." He looked at me intensely and I shifted underneath my friend's gaze.

"What?" I asked him. Dan raised his hand and smoothly removed a tear from my face. I looked at him confused.

"You've been crying." He said plainly. I nodded.

"Mhm." I confessed. "Just a little." He turned to face the ocean and propped one knee up.

"Emily found out." I already knew she would. My mother crying on the kitchen table doesn't really help. "She's really hurt. She didn't show it but I think she was hoping you would be there." I felt a wave of guilt pass through me like a lightning bolt. I nodded.

"Ya I'm gonna head back anyway. I'll talk to her." He gave me another concerned look.

"You sure you're ok to do that?" He asked. Once again his actions confused me. I turned to him and raised an eyebrow. Dan raised his hands up in defense. "Sorry, it's just that." he waited in order to choose his words carefully. "It wasn't just her brother that died." I stood up and brushed the sand off my pants.

"I know but I made a promise." I told him as he stood up with me. "I had Keith and Emily would always have me. It's as simple as that. I may not have Keith anymore but I can take care of my self." I explained as I turned to head back to the woods assuming he would follow. Dan reached out and grabbed my left wrist and turned me around pulling me into a hug.

"That's not true. Keith is gone but... but you still have me." My eyes slightly widened at his statement. I grinned and put my hands around him.

"Nah, We all have each other." I felt him nod and he let me go but still held on gently to my arms. We looked at each other for a moment and I felt a weird sensation in my stomach. I was to distracted by it and his eyes to realize he was leaning down towards me slowly until our lips met In a confusing kiss.

I kept asking my self what he was doing until I found that I somewhat enjoyed it as I returned his actions and leaned in closer to him. I ran my hands up his chest and hugged him around his neck. In return, he slowly brought his hands up my hips and around my waist. My eyes were still shut when he left my lips and rested his forehead against mine. All my hatred and saddens slowly left as my eyes fluttered open to meet his. It was weird. We were best friends, helped each other ask others out and yet here we are around thirteen years later after the first day we met sharing our first kiss. I felt safe in his arms like everything would be OK.

He took his hand in mine and led me through the woods as the sun set behind us.

Even though you know you can take care of yourself, you still need someone to be there.

I'll try to update as soon as possible sorry that it was short :(

I know the whole kissing scene might of been to much but keep in mind I'm a holix fan ;) and continue reading.