Note: Hey so I know this is short but it'll get longer. I've got kind of a far fetched idea for this story but it should end up being pretty good. Don't worry, it'll end up being LDD. But not one of those Leslie rises from the dead in Terabithia only, weird ones. Haha I've got a good idea for this one so please read and review! The next chapter will be much longer.

"Jess, get up!" May Belle shrieked in her seventeen year old brother's ear. He grunted and waved his hand, telling her to go away.

"Get up! We have to go!" He didn't respond, and just pulled his old sheet up over his head.

"Jess!" May Belle snapped, slapping his back. He shot up, nearly knocking thirteen year old sister off the bed and glaring at her.

"It's still dark outside! What do you want?" he snapped.

She got to her feet and he noticed the worried expression on her face.

"Something's wrong in..." He held up a hand, cutting her off.

"Don't say Terabithia. May Belle, I told you...you're too old for that now. Ok?"

"You're only saying that because ever since that family moved into Leslie's old house, you haven't wanted to think about it!" she yelled back. Jess's face fell and she instantly felt bad for bringing it up.

"This better be good." Jess mumbled.

"Ok, well don't get mad...but I went out there this morning, you know just to check on everything." He sighed and shook his head, but she kept going.

"And you know how it's been really hot lately? But it rains anyway? Well since it's all wood and the rain dries and gets hot..."

"May Belle it's five in the morning. Cut to it!"

"I think there was a fire. Someone put it out but everything's totally ruined." she said quietly.

He just sat there blinking at her. She'd expected him to yell or punch a wall or...just something! But he just looked at her.

"Jess?" she asked.

"Show me." he finally stated, monotonously.

Which is how they ended up standing in the middle of what used to be a kingdom. An escape. His world. Her world. Their world.

Leslie

The one word flashed across his mind rapidly as he looked around at the debris of wood and ash.

"I'm sorry." May Belle said quietly. She knew that even though she played there too, it would always really belong to Jess and Leslie.

Jess looked over at her and softened a little bit. "S'ok. Go home, I'll be there in a bit." She didn't protest, just ran off over the bridge, knowing that arguing would only make things worse.

Jess exhaled loudly and slowly sat down, his feet dangling over the edge of the creek. The same creek that had taken Leslie from him.

He dangled one foot over the water but then pulled it back. So many times he'd imagined just going in and sinking. Or lying on the bottom, letting the water rush over him. Things he shouldn't be thinking about, even seven years after she died.

He turned back to look at the mess that had once been their escape and he almost felt like crying. Almost.

"I'm sorry, Leslie." he murmured, standing up and shaking his head.

With one last final look around, he shoved his hands in his pockets and head off towards home.