Chapter 3 It was a dream

Jess woke up, he sat up in bed. Sweat ran down his face, he gasped, and was scared. It was a dream, Leslie was still alive. Jess was scared, that dream was to real. Jess could've sworn it was real. Jess had to save Leslie, he couldn't let her die. It would be to painful, to sad. His heart would be broken.

Jess wiped the sweat off from his face, and Maybelle ran into the room, and said, "Jess, Jess! I called you three times. It's your girlfriend!"

Jess thought, "What? This is to weird, this was in the dream. What's happening, is this this some sick twisted joke? I hope not, I hope Leslie's still alive."

Was this a dream, or really happening? It occured to Jess that someone told him Leslie had died, but he knew now that had been part of the terrible nightmare.

Leslie was still alive, Jess had to act quick. He needed to know first of all if this was really happening, or if it was a dream.

Maybelle handed Jess the phone, and walked out of the room.

Jess had to know if this was a dream, or real. He put the phone up to his ear; and said, "Hello?"

"Hi Jess."

Jess thought that was the same voice as Ms. Edmunds in the dream. This is to weird. Jess was surprised.

That sounded like Ms. Edmunds voice. Jess had to know for sure, he said, "Wait? Who is this?"

The person said, "It's your teacher, Ms. Edmunds. I was going to go to the art museum with my nephews. Then my sister changed her plans at the last minute. So, I had a thought. I thought you'd like to go instead? Do you want to go?"

Jess thought, "Ok, this is to weird. This is just like the dream, I even said "Wait? Who is this," just like I did in the dream. What the heck is going on? If this is just like the dream, then that means if I go to the art museum without Leslie, that she'll die, and it'll be like the dream. No! I'm not going to the art museum, I must stay to protect Leslie, I must save her!"

Jess decided that he was not going to the art museum, instead, he decided he was staying, and protecting Leslie from dying. Jess wouldn't let Leslie die, he loved her. He needed to tell her.

Jess said, "Sorry Ms. Edmunds. I'm staying home. I'm spending my day with Leslie, my friend. She lives next door."

"Ok," said Ms. Edmunds. "I'll find someone else that wants to go, bye."

"Bye," said Jess.

Ms. Edmunds hanged up. Good is what Jess thought. Now he could protect Leslie, he couldn't bare to live without her. Leslie was Jess's only friend. The only other person besides Leslie who was nice to Jess at school was the former bully Janice Avery, but she was older then Jess. And he rarely got to talk to her.

Jess had to act fast, he had to save Leslie's life. Jess took his blanket off, and got off his bed.

He threw the phone away from himself. He changed into some clothes, and walked out of his room, and closed the door behind him.

He went downstairs, and outside, he walked over to the bench, and sat on it. He put one of his miserable pink sneakers on, and tied it. Then he put the other one on, and tied it.

Jess hated those horrible sneakers. They were handy-downs from his older sister Brenda.

Jess wished he never had these damn sneakers. Damnit, why the hell did he have these pink sneakers? Because his family didn't have enough money at the beginning of the school year to buy Jess new sneakers, or so he overheard his mom say to his dad.

Jess got up from the bench, and ran over to Leslie's house, walked up the steps; and knocked on the door.

Leslie opened the door, she said with a smile on her face, "Hey Jess."

Jess smiled, she was alive, and save.

Jess said, "Leslie, thank God you're alright!"

Jess hugged Leslie, and said, "Leslie, I had a dream that you died. It was...nevermind. The good thing is that you're still alive. And thank God of it, I was scared to death that you were going to die!"

Leslie put her arms around Jess, and said, "Jess, relax, it's ok. I'm not going to die silly. It was just a dream."

Leslie let go of Jess, and he let go of her.

Jess remembered last night, that he and Leslie had their first kiss. He thought, "What was that? Why did we kiss each other? Do I love Leslie, and does she love me?"

Jess shook that thought off. How could Jess love Leslie? He was only eleven? That would be so weird. He did after all kiss Leslie, he was really young to have his first kiss. Leslie was younger, she was ten. But not that much younger then Jess.

Her birthday's in May.

Leslie said with a smile on her face, "Jess, let's go to Terabithia."

Jess then remembered what he had been told in the dream.

Jess didn't want to go to Terabithia if it meant losing Leslie.

Jess said nervously, scared, and worried, "Leslie, I don't think we should go to Terabithia today." A tear went down his face.

Leslie said, "Why not?"

Jess said, "Leslie, in my dream," with tears running down his face. "My dad told me you died, that you drowned, that you swung across a creek with a rope. That the rope snapped, that they thought you hit your head..."

Jess was crying in tear now. He was being honest, he felt pain in his chest, he felt like he was going to die. Leslie couldn't die, Jess wouldn't let her.

Leslie hugged Jess, and he put his arms around her. Leslie lay her head on Jess's shoulder, and said, "Jess, I'm not going to die. I will live, you wouldn't let me die Jess. I know you wouldn't your my best friend Jess. I..."

What was she about to say? Was she about to say that she loved him? Never, how could she say that? She did love him, she loved Jess from the first moment she saw him.

She thought Jess was just a boy at first, an ordinary boy at school. Just someone else.

But then she tried to get Jess to be her friend. And after awhile, Jess changed his mind about Leslie.

He didn't even need to tell her. She already knew it.

Jess became Leslie's friend, and they discovered Terabithia, their magical kingdom. Terabithia wasn't real, it was in their imaginations. Terabithia was a place Jess and Leslie went to deal with tough issues, and people.

Leslie wondered if she should say what she was going to say. She thought for a minute, then decided to be honest with Jess. She said, "...love you."

Jess was surprised, he had stopped crying. How could she love him? That was really hard to swallow.

Jess loved Leslie, but he didn't know for sure. Jess then thought of last night again, his first kiss with Leslie.

Jess thought, "That could've only happened because I love her. It makes sense, I should tell Leslie I love her, it's obvious. The way I was looking at her before I kissed her, and the way I looked at her the last time I saw her. Ok, so I love her. I might as well tell her."

Jess decided he would tell Leslie that he loved her. He said, "Leslie, I love you, too."

Leslie said, "Really?"

Jess said, "Really, really."

Leslie moved her head off from Jess's shoulder, and looked into Jess's eyes, they moved their heads closer to each other, closed their eyes. They moved their heads even closer, until their lips hit each other in a kiss.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for a few days. But I couldn't think of anything, then on Sunday I caught the Norwalk virus. I threw at least five, six, seven, or more times in a few hours. Then the next morning I drank a small thing of chocolate milk, then I threw it up later.

And I had diarrhea. So I was in no condition to right, on Tuesday I could've, but my stomach kept feeling like crap. So, I decided not to. Today, I'm feeling a lot better. But I might still have Norwalk. Anyway, sorry this chapter is so short. But I didn't want to ruin the moment.

Anyway, I'll be home all day, so expect another chapter, or two posted. I've got a lot of writing to catch up on.

-Evilflame of hell

P.S. If you've read this fanfic, then please review. The first time I wrote this, I wrote it with Jess telling the story, it was really horrible. When the story was complete, it was only ten chapters, and barely over 21,00 words long. This time, I'm trying to make it longer, and trying to go past 33,000 words long, the amount of words Bridge to Terabithia has. Or whatever.

Is this story good, or bad so far? I might rewrite this chapter, as it is kinda crappy. I also might rewrite the third chapter of What should've happened, as it is not that good.

And, please review.