Chapter 2: Love and first kiss, and The call
Jess and Leslie found his dad's keys, defeated Sqougre's and Hairy Fulcher's with the help of the Terabithians. And many other adventures.
They walked to the rope. They stopped for a minute. Jess put his hood up. It started to rain. Leslie put PT on the ground for a moment. Leslie and Jess reached their right arms out to each other. They held each others hands.
Leslie looked so cute, so pretty to Jess. They looked into each other's eyes. Jess sighed, smiled. Smiled again, then sighed another time.
He felt something, it was good, pleasant, it made him happy. He felt better then he ever had before.
He just fell in love with Leslie. She smiled that cute smile on her face. So hot, so nice.
She put her other arm up, and Jess his left. Then they moved closer to each other, they threw their arms around the other's back, and kissed on the lips so tightly so lovely it was wonderful. Leslie's lips tasted like strawberries.
So sweet and nice. When they broke apart Jess smiled. He realized he loved Leslie. She picked up PT. Pulled the rope, swung across to the other side.
And she swung the rope over to Jess, he grabbed it, and swung across. Let the rope go. Jess and Leslie went through the greenfield through the dirt road. She said, "See yah."
Jess replied the same. She ran away. Jess walked to the direction of his house, but stopped to get one glance more at Leslie. He smiled, she looked over to Jess and waved with another wonderfully hot, cute smile on her face.
She then turned back to the direction she was in. And ran and disappeared. Jess smiled while she was running. Sighed twice.
A raindrop went down his face as if it was foreshadow of something important. But he ignored it, and walked home.
Jess walked into his house, entered the kitchen; and put his dad's keys on the table. He lowered his coat hood. Took it off. And put it on a coat hook before he went upstairs after he had walked out of the kitchen. Jess went up to his room, opened the door, went into his room, then closed the door. Today was better then any Jess had ever had. Would he be there for Leslie tomorrow though?
Leslie walked into her house, went down, and let PT go on the floor; Leslie got back up, and turned around, closed the door behind her.
She then turned back around; smiling. She walked into the living room, her mom was sitting on the couch, her father was in the other room; sitting at his desk, writing a book.
Leslie's mom was taking a break.
Leslie's mom looked at Leslie, smiled, and said, "You sure seem happy."
Leslie said, "I am happy. I kissed Jess."
Judy replied, "Good for you, Leslie. Do you think Jess loves you?"
Leslie thought for a few seconds. Did Jess love her? It was probably obvious, judging my the kiss. Leslie said, "I don't know; I'll ask him tomorrow."
"Good," said Judy.
Leslie walked out of the living room, took her coat off; put it on a coat hook, then went upstairs, walked down the hall, turned to the door of her room. Opened it, went in, turned the light on, and closed the door behind her.
Leslie was in love with Jess, she hadn't told him yet. How could she? How would Jess react. Oh well, she would just tell him tomorrow.
The next day, Jess sat on his bed in his pajamas thinking, "Wow, last night was really nice. I can't wait to spend more time with Leslie."
Maybelle came rushing into Jess's room, saying, "Jess, Jess! I called you three times! It's your giiiirlfriend!"
Maybelle handed Jess the phone. Jess was angry, he hated it when people called Leslie his girlfriend. What was wrong with them. Jess said, "I told you, she's not my girlfriend!"
Maybelle walked out of the room.
Jess put the phone up to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hi Jess"
That voice sounded familiar, but it wasn't Leslie's voice. Jess said, "Wait? Who is this?"
"It's your teacher Ms. Edmunds. I was planning on going to the art museum with my nephews. But my sister changed her plans at the last minute. I had a thought. I thought you'd like to go instead."
Jess smiled at the thought of spending time alone with Ms. Edmunds. He said, "Yes, ma'am, I'd like to go. I just need to get permission first."
Ms. Edmunds said, "Alright then."
Jess move the phone away from his ear, and walked out of his room, he walked to his parents room; and opened the door.
Jess said, "Mom? Mom?"
Jess's mom turned around, and woke up. She said, "What is it? Is it the baby?"
"No," said Jess. "Maybelle's got her. My teacher wants me to go on a field trip today. Is that ok?"
"Mmm...mmmm...sure, you can go..." Jess's mom fell back to sleep. He walked out of the room, and close the door.
He said into the phone, "Ms. Edmunds? Yeah, I can go?"
Jess was really excited, he was spending the day with Ms. Edmunds, he had a crush on her, he was in love with her really.
Jess walked back to his room, walked in, closed the door, dropped the phone; changed into his clothes.
Jess went downstairs, grabbed his coat off the coat hook, and went outside, he walked over to the bench, put his horrible pink sneakers on. Which he really hated.
Damn handy downs from his older sister Brenda. Why the heck did he even have those horrible shoes? Because his family couldn't afford new ones at the beginning of the school year; that's why.
Less then a minute later, Ms. Edmunds car drove into Jess's driveway. Jess got up from the bench, and walked over to Ms. Edmunds car. Ms. Edmunds pressed a button on the door on her side of the car; the door on Jess's side unlocked.
Jess opened the door, and got in the car. He closed the door. And he put his seatbelt on.
Ms. Edmunds said, "All set?"
"Yes ma'am," said Jess smiling. The was the most exciting moment of his life. He was going to the art museum with Ms. Edmunds.
Ms. Edmunds rode her car out of the drive way, and slowly past Leslie's house.
Jess looked out the window, and at Leslie's house.
Ms. Edmund said, "Forgot something?"
Jess thought, "Leslie's probably been to the art museum millions of times. I'm sure she wouldn't mind me spending the day with Ms. Edmunds."
Jess turned his head to Ms. Edmunds, and said, "No, I'm good."
"Ok," said Ms. Edmunds, and she drove at a faster speed. Jess did not know what horrible mistake he had just made. This was being foolish, and selfish. What he did effected his entire life.
The day at the art museum was good. Jess was happy with Ms. Edmunds. But without Leslie, it didn't feel right. Jess felt empty, pain, like something bad had happened.
Ms. Edmunds rode the car. Jess said, "Stop here. You don't want to go onto my driveway after it rains. The mud would get stuck on your tires."
"Ok," said Ms. Edmunds.
She stopped her car. Jess said, "Maybe we can do this again sometimes."
"Absolutely," said Ms. Edmunds.
Jess took his seatbelt off, opened the car door, and got out. Jess said, "See yah."
Ms. Edmunds replied, "See yah." Jess closed the door, and stepped back. Then a few more feet back.
Ms. Edmunds drove her car away, Jess waved. Then he ran to his house, and went in the back door. He had no idea what horrible mistake he had done. And what was the result of it.
Jess walked into the kitchen, and through the kitchen. Maybelle said, "See, I told you!"
"Jess," said Jess's mom who was in tears. Jess walked into the living room. His mom ran over to him, and hugged him. Or hugged him.
Jess's dad Jack said, "Where in God's name have you been?"
Jess's mom let go of Jess, and her hand was on his shoulder. She said, "Where have you been?"
Jess said, "Mom, I asked you. It's not like I would--"
Brenda said, "We thought you were dead."
Jess said with a look of being terrified, and scared went on his face, "Dead?"
"Hush Brenda," said Jack looking at her with a sad look on his face, then at Jess with the sad look still on his face.
Jess's mom moved her hand off of Jess's shoulder, and walked a few feet back.
Jess said scared, terrified, worried, with the looks on his face, "What's going on?"
Jack looked at Jess's mom, then his sisters, then at Jess. He swallowed, he had a look of sadness, and tragedy on his face. It was as if something terrible had happened.
What Jack was about to say would be sad, and Jess wouldn't believe it at first.
Jack said, "Your friend Leslie's dead."
Jess's eyes went wide, he felt sad, scared, worried, and was in disbelief.
Jack continued. "She drowned in a creek this morning. She swung across a rope, it broke. They think she hit her head."
Jess was in disbelief, he couldn't believe what he heard. Leslie couldn't be dead. She couldn't be! "No," Jess thought. "She can't be dead. Not Leslie! No, no. No! The rope couldn't break, no. It couldn't have!"
Jess was scared, sad, pain went inside his chest, and he felt terrible. Jess said, "What? It's not that kind of rope. It wouldn't break. It...it couldn't have." Jess didn't believe Leslie was dead, or that the enchanted rope could possibly have broken. This was causing to much pain.
Jack said sadly, "But it did." He got up from the chair, and walked over to Jess. He said, "I'm sorry son."
Jess walked back, he refused to believe that Leslie was dead. How was that even possible. It didn't make any sense. Leslie couldn't be dead. No way, Jess knew Leslie was a good swimmer. But if she bumped her head, then that means she went unconscious, and drowned.
Jess yelled full of anger, "No! You're lying! She's not even dead!"
Jess turned, and ran out of his house.
His mom said, "Jess," and burst into tears.
Jess ran out of his house. Then stopped when he saw two police carsin front of Leslie's house, and he saw a police officer.
Jess was scared, a look of terror, and worry went on his face. Jess thought, "No! This can't be! She's not dead, there's no way. She couldn't die, how could that even be possible! No, Leslie, forgive me! I'm sorry I didn't invite you!"
Jess's eyes filled with tears, then his eyes closed. Jess yelled, "No!!" He fell to his knees, tears running down his face.
Jess felt pain, his heart broke. Lesliw as dead, he couldn't believe it. He blamed himself, and for not inviting Leslie, and for going to the art museum without her, and he also blamed himself for not staying, and protecting Leslie.
Jess also blamed Ms. Edmunds for inviting him, and taking him to the art museum. Jess felt anger, he opened his eyes. He growled, he wanted to kill Ms. Edmunds. He thought, "Stupid bitch! I should kill that fucking whore! Some of this is her fault, I hate Ms. Edmunds now!"
Jess decided not to kill Ms. Edmunds, it wasn't her fault, it was his fault. He went to the art museum without Leslie, he was responsible for her death. Or, so he thought he was responsible for her death.
If an old man loses his wife, then it's not that big of a deal. He was probably going to die soon anyway.
But Jess was only eleven, Leslie died. He was going to have to live the rest of his life without her. All because he was selfish, and went to the art museum without Leslie.
Jess got up, ran back to his house. He wnt inside, and ran upstairs to his room.
He opened the door, and went in his room, and shut it. He put a dresser up against the door. Jess felt terrible, sad, worry, heartbreak, pain, suffering, guilt, scared, confused, lost, anger and other feelings. He wished Leslie wasn't dead. He hoped, wish Leslie was alive.
Jess ran over to his bed, moved the blanket that was on a shower pole in front of his bed that his dad had installed there, and dropped it on the floor.
Jess went on his bed, and picked up his art book, and opened it, and went to a page with a drawing of Leslie.
Jess looked at the drawing, he looked at it with sadness, he wished Leslie was alive.
A tear fell from Jess's face; and went onto the drawing. Jess burst into tears. He felt terrible. He wish none of this had happened. Jess picked up his art book, and kissed the drawing of Leslie, and he closed the art book, and laid down with the art book against his cheek, and his head on his pillow. Jess closed his eyes, stopped crying, and went to sleep hoping it was a dream.
A/N: I added chapters 2 and 3 together. Please is this better, and I added a part to this chapter. I cried while I was writing this chapter. Did anyone cry while reading this? And, please, please to God in heaven, review. Reviews are same as comments, just say whatever you want. Good, or bad. Flames welcome.