The sounds of gunshots are suddenly cut off, and all is quiet again. I don’t know who, but someone kills the last of the men. We all look around, trying to find at least one survivor, but they are all either dead or close to it. I still feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through me, the sharp hum of energy rushing down my veins.

I scan my friends, looking for any kind of fatal wound, but find none. We are all silent, for fear that one wrong sound would wake the dead. They are both staring at me; Will opens his mouth, his eyebrows bunched together in what looked like concern but is probably just confusion. I beat him to whatever he was about to say by speaking first. I give them a wide grin, saying, “You two okay? Nothing too serious, right? We need to get moving. I’m guessing someone tipped Ferrari off that we were here; he might send more.”

They still remain silent, though I have no clue why. I suddenly feel something warm on my stomach. I feel it trickle down my torso and my leg, dripping onto my shoe. I absentmindedly put my hand on my stomach to wipe it away, only to pull back at the amount of whatever it is that’s on me. I look down to find my hand drenched in what can only be blood. I look up at my friends, confused. Shocked, even. I glance back down at my stomach. Is that my blood? It can’t possibly be my blood. I don’t remember getting shot.

“Guys?” My knees suddenly give out, black spots dancing across my vision. My head hits the hard asphalt, bouncing slightly. This wakes my friends out of their stupor, and they rush to my side. Will kneels next to me, looking down helplessly, while Michael rips my shirt open. A few buttons go flying, and I hear fabric ripping. I push my hair out of my eyes, smearing some blood across my forehead. My eyes are slowly closing.

“Luka! Luka keep your eyes open. Luka stay with me! Mikey he’s losing a lot of blood! Luka, please!” I faintly hear Will pleading, which is strange since he is usually very calm. I crack an eye open to see his face directly above mine; he is very close. I open my eyes more, so I can fully see his face. Why is he this close? We are almost nose to nose. I can no longer feel the pain in my stomach, nor whatever Michael is doing to fix it. My focus is solely on Will.

“Hi,” I mumble. He grins, his teeth beautiful and white and shining. I’ve always liked his smile. A lock of dirty blonde hair falls in his face, but he doesn’t move to push it back. His hair is usually quite messy and unkempt, but tonight the gel he’d put in it had kept it somewhat tame. My mind strays to earlier tonight, when we had been in the truck, the music blasting, everything seeming like it would turn out okay. My eyes slowly start closely, my mouth quirking up at the memory.

“Hey! Hey Luka. I’ve gotta tell you something.” I squint, opening my eyes again. Will isn’t smiling anymore. I grin again, reaching up to push his hair back behind his ear. I ruffle his hair, messing up the combed back style by combing the silken strands between my fingers. Stretching up my arm hurts, a lot, but I don’t mind. I notice that I had smeared blood in his hair, and I quickly pulled my hand away.

“You should keep your hair like this. I don’t want you to cut it.” I don’t know why I decided now was a good time to talk about Will’s hair style, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Okay, I won’t cut it.” Will smiles and moves his head the tiniest bit forward. Our noses are now touching. A blush creeps up my neck, warm against my strangely cold skin. I hope Will doesn’t notice. I poke his cheek, seeing a faint blush on his cheeks, too. He now has a little blood on his cheek. How had I gotten my hands so drenched in blood already?

“You’re so tan.” I mumble. I don’t know why I say this. I might be getting loopy from blood loss, while I can’t feel any pain. Though what I say is true. I love his skin; it’s as golden as the sun. My skin looks strangely pale next to his cheek, and I pull my hand away, resting it on top of my chest instead, barely registering the warm blood I find there.

I feel a pinch near my stomach, followed by a sharp tug, maybe Michael tying something around it, or maybe injecting something. I don’t care. I don’t look away from Will. I turn my head slightly, lifting it off the ground to get closer to Will. His whole face goes red as I do this, as does mine, but I don’t think either of us take much notice. The world falls away, and all I see is Will. He has golden flecks in his chocolaty brown eyes, sparkling down at me in the weak streetlight. I’d never noticed how beautiful his eyes were. I opened my mouth to say as much, when all of a sudden we’re kissing. I don’t know who closed the gap, but I honestly don’t care. It surprises me, but I smile wider, wrapping a hand around his neck to bring him closer. He is bending over me, one hand braced on the ground, while the other is resting gently on my face. The kiss is slow and gentle, nothing at all what I thought kissing Will would be like. Despite the fact that I’ve been kissed before -- albeit, not by a boy -- it’s the best kiss I’ve ever had. Probably because it’s from Will, whom I have wanted to kiss for a while.