Steve's POV

"Peggy! Look, it's not what you think!" I shouted.

"Oh, really? Then what has been happening between you two for the past three hours?!" Peggy huffed and started walking faster.

"Nothing! We're just old friends." I stalled and ran to catch up with Peggy.

"Oh sure. You say you don't even know her and then I catch you giving her 'mouth to mouth'!" Peggy turned around and slapped me across the cheek. "That's for being an idiot," She slapped me again. "And that's for me liking an idiot!" She ran away crying. I felt so bad, but I didn't know what to do. Should I chase after her and console her, or should I stay with Annie because I love her.

Annie's POV

When Peggy ran away crying, that really did it. I was completely and utterly confused. The first thing I see is that Steve and I are kissing, and the next moment he is sucking up to another girl. 

I have to say though, Steve is a good kisser. But I didn't like him in that way. I thought of him as a friend, or distant aquaintent. Not a lover or soulmate. This was just awkward. 

And then it happened: another flashback...

I sat on the bed... tears rolling down from my eyes. Steve had completely disregarded my feelings. I begged him and begged him to not go to war, in fear that he would die or get hurt so severly that he would not remember who I was. I just sat there, listening to the radio in the background. It was sitting on my bed-side table, soflty playing one of the songs that they play at the dance joints that couples go to on dates.

Last weekend, Steve and I went to the dance joint that was down the street from his house. All I could remember from that night was us slow dancing, his hand on my waist, my hands around his neck. he wasn't that much taller than me, so we were eye-to-eye the entire time.

Oh how I miss that night. And I think that he might have even felt a little bit of love towards me, as I did towards him. But now he was gone for good, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

And then, all of a sudden, the bomb alarms went off. I grabbed the radio set off the table and ran down the two flights of stairs to the shelter my family had in the basement. My family constisted only of me and my mom because I had no siblings, and my dad had died in the war last year.

My mom sat silent in the other corner of the shelter. I could tell she was afraid of what would happen. She was afraid because we had lost so many neighbors and then we lost my dad. And she was also afraid that I was considering cutting off all of my hair and going into war, like Debrah Sampson did in the Revolutionary war. 

"Mom, I think that we're all clear. I'm going to go check." She didn't say anything in return, so I made my way up the wooden stairs and out into the street.

I was the only person to be seen for a mile, but there were no soldiers or gunmen on the street, which meant "all clear."

But it really wasn't all clear because just then, a gunshot came hurling at me from one end of the street. I ducked and dodged it, but that wasn't enough to block the 25 more that came whizzing in my direction. I dodged most of them, but the last one hit me dead-on in the head, knocking me to the ground. Everything from then on was black.