Disclaimer: I don't own "Rebel" or any of the characters contained therein, though I do own a copy of that movie, and of "East of Eden," as well as a "torn sweater" poster, which I gaze at longingly every night. lol. And I wish I owned James Dean, because if I did, he would still be alive and well, and 18-years-old, and dating me. Too bad, huh?

A/N: I wrote this in less than 10 minutes, which explains why it is so short, after watching "Rebel" with my cousins. Good Times! All in all, the story itself is only 206 words. lol. But I hope you like every one of them, and will review. -Beth Smith

Torn Apart

"Plato's dead," Jim Stark thought, as he drove home from the place where he and his two best friends had finally found and lost a family. "Plato's dead. And Buzz is dead. And it's all my fault."

He had Judy in the passenger's seat beside him. Neither of them had spoken since they'd left the planetarium to go back for his car.

In the end, it was Judy who broke the silence. "Jim...you did a good thing back there."

Jim snorted. How could Judy say something like that? "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Helping Plato like you did," Judy replied, reaching for Jim's hand.

"Helping him? Helping him get shot, maybe." Jim wished her were a little boy again, and that he had a chance to live his life all over.

"Oh, Jim, you musn't say that," Judy said. "You gave him a chance."

"I should've taken the gun from him. Judy, why didn't I take the gun from him?" He looked at her for a moment, as if she truly had the answer.

But in the end, the answer wouldn't matter. Because Plato was dead. And Buzz was dead.

And, at least to Jim's way of thinking, it was all his fault.

A/N: That was shorter than Daisy Duke's shorts. lol. Review anyway.