Eli woke up to a strange feeling on his left arm. It was as if something tight and sticky had been wrapped around his wrist.

That's odd, Eli thought sleepily. He opened his eyes and saw a purple bandage covering the spot where he had been burned just the day before.

Eli sat up in his bed, examining the bandage with blatant curiosity. When did that get there?

He rubbed his eyes, too weary to think anymore. He had been tired a lot lately. But this wasn't your average 'lack of sleep' tired; this was the kind that made Eli's bone's ache and his limbs droop heavily at his sides. He hadn't felt all that great when he had gone to bed the night before and he didn't feel any better in the morning, in fact, he felt worse. On top of the crippling drowsiness and the weakness in his joints, he now had a killer migraine.

He got up and walked to the kitchen in a sort of dizzy trance. Kaylie and his father were already eating breakfast.

He yawned as he reached for the Tylenol on the top shelf of the cabinet but it wasn't there.

"Looking for these?" Kaylie said, shaking the bottle in her hand, "I just took two, myself. Here." She threw it to him.

He caught the bottle but struggled to squeeze it hard enough to open the lid. After quite a few minutes of battling with the child-proof-cap, Eli finally got it to pop open. "By the way, thanks for the Band-Aid." He said, chucking a pill into the back of his throat.

"Huh? What Band-Aid?" Kaylie asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Eli lifted his arm and pointed to the purple stripe.

"I didn't do tha—" Kaylie glanced over to her dad who hastily opened his newspaper and buried his face between the pages. Kaylie tried to contain the smile that was spreading across her face but she couldn't seem to hold it back, even when she lied and said, "Oh, your welcome."

Eli decided to stay home and wait out his migraine. Kaylie, on the other hand, yearned to get out of the house, mostly because she wanted to be as far away from Eli as possible but she also hadn't set one foot out her front door in weeks so it wasn't necessarily beyond reason for her to start getting a bit jittery. She tried to slip out the back door over a dozen times but her father always caught her before she could break free.

"You can go outside later." Mr. Goldsworthy promised, but Kaylie knew all too well that later may never come.

Overcome by boredom, Kaylie went into the alcove. She looked out the window at all the people passing by. They were so peaceful, blissfully unaware that the girl watching them would soon be dead. Would it matter if she told them? No, She thought. She could tell the whole world that she was dying but that still wouldn't stop it from happening, and it certainly wasn't going to give her any more time.

That's when she began thinking about what she would do next. She had spent her previous days sulking alone in her bedroom, but now, gazing down upon all the happy faces of the passerby's, she realized that she wanted to salvage whatever time she had left.

She grabbed a pen and paper from her father's desk and started to imagine the possibilities of what she could do within the remaining two weeks of her life.

Hours flew by, but Kaylie simply couldn't come up with any ideas. She drummed her fingers against the countertop and twitched her foot anxiously.

Then finally, after she had chewed her pen cap down to a nub, the wheels in her brain clicked into place than began to turn and it came to her.

She jotted it down on the paper then held it up to the light to admire her own brilliance.

Things to do before I die:

Get my first kiss

It sounded simple enough and perhaps a bit cliché, but she didn't care. It's all she needed to do. In a way she found herself lucky to be dying at an early age because she hadn't lived long enough to have done anything wrong. If she had been dying when she was in her sixties or seventies than she probably would have had a million affairs she'd want to set in order before she died, but luckily she was sixteen and her needs were far less worldly than that of a seventy year old. At sixteen, her one and only goal was to get that kiss.

Before now she had never given kissing much thought, but when you're on death row like she was, even the smallest things gain new meaning and now kissing was the only thing on her mind.

She hopped up, completely willing to make out with the first boy she saw on the street, but as she turned into the foyer she saw her dad was still busy patrolling the door.

"Crap" She breathed. She turned around and went back in her room, thinking that her window may just be large enough to squeeze through.

She had her leg halfway through the opening when her bedroom door swung open. Adam stepped inside, "Um, sorry, I thought this was Eli's room." He explained. "What are you doing anyway?"

Kaylie just stared wide eyed at him, secretly thinking to herself,

Hmmm...Adam...

A/N: Eli's dad may have a softer side after all, I know I know, he's still a jerk but he's a jerk with at least a flicker of a soul...a very tiny flicker... I also know that this chapter was kind of short and that's because it was supposed to be longer but I thought it was a good opportunity for a cliffhanger, so this scene will continue right into the next chapter.

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