soundtrack of our love

somethings gotta give.

wake me up

say enough is enough

im dying to live

somethings gotta give.

***

maybe im a fucking waste

filling up the empty space

ive been here way too long,

oh yeah, oh yeah.

•somethings gotta give by all time low•

i woke up remembering everything from the night before. every touch, every breath, every kiss, every movement. i also remembered I had surgery in an hour. i made my way out of the bed, and into the bathroom after grabbing clothes. sam was already awake.

i was in the shower for all of five minutes when I heard the door open. "sam, im kind of naked so can you leave?" "of course babe, I just brought you new shampoo because were out and I brought you a warm towel." that romantic shit. i opened the shower curtain so all you could see was my head. and what I saw was sam shirtless, and the mess I had created on his neck and chest. fuckfuckfuck. "thank you very much baby, now I need to finish showering so I can be ready for my appointment." "oh, okay. well I need a shower too, so uh.." "samuel, leave" he had this sly smile on his face. "babe, its not like I didn't see you naked yesterday." I turned off the water and grabbed the towel. once I wrapped it around me, I opened the curtain all the way. "i have to get ready, sam I have surgery today." the smile fell from his face. "will you be okay?" "of course. i promise." he walked towards me and engulfed me in a hug. he left a kiss on my forehead before exiting the bathroom. sam plans on arriving at the hospital while im in surgery.

as I came acrossed the exit to the hospital, on my left, and a bookstore was to the right. considering I had cancer, I should've went left, but I took a right. i mean who the hell cares. people get diagnosed with diseases all the time and they jump at the chance to get better. but, why can't I just wait a few more minutes.

when I walked into the store I was surrounded by the things I loved most. all around me were books, cds, and coffee, all that was missing was sam. fuck, Sam was gonna be at the hospital soon.

i made my way to the books in the back. a girl, probably about 15, sat down, reading the fault in our stars (how ironic). the girl must have sensed something was wrong. "excuse me miss, are you alright?" I took a deep breath and collapsed into the chair across from her. "no, no im not. me and my fiancé have gone through so much to be together, and we've both almost died a couple times, me more than him, and im supposed to be in surgery right now to have a tumor removed from my leg, and I'm scared to death and I really just needed a good book to calm me down. we've parted ways a couple times and sometimes I think he broke me but, but maybe we broke each other and now, maybe we need to fix each other. and im trying to stay together for him. crap, he's waiting for me at the hospital." I turned to leave when the girl grabbed my arm. I flinched out of habit, and then she spoke up. "listen I know I'm just a 'kid' but I know a thing or two. never, and I mean never, run back to someone who broke you, unless, you are positive they can fix you. i also know that when you find someone you love, and you have them, you have everything. So please for me, don't let them go. i had someone once, id do anything for them, but they didn't know who I was. they poured their heart out to thousands, and one day, I lost them." the girl let go and looked down. "ar-are you talking about a band?" "it'll sound dumb but yes. there was this band I loved to such a point, where I'd stay up until 3 am on a school night watching their videos. eventually they dropped a single that became a huge hit, they gained so many fans. i cab barely recognize the four boys that saved me. i was so broken by everyone around me I tried to break myself, and those guys sewed me up, they healed me. they were my band-aid now go find your band-aid." she was younger than me and seemed smarter than I was. "thank you."and with that I got in my car and drove to the hospital.

****

I woke up around 11 pm with the feeling of something beside me. I turned my head and, of course, it was the dark haired boy I grew to love. he was holding my hand. he was so cute when he was sleeping. I wasn't in a lot of pain, I just wanted to recover and go home.

a few hours later the nurse came in to give me my pain medicine. "jasey, he isn't your husband, we normally don't let them stay, but he wouldn't leave. you know, he loves you a lot. the whole time you were in surgery he kept telling me about how you guys met. it was the sweetest. I know he loves you, because when he talked about you, his eyes lit up." the nurse smiled as she handed me the small plastic container that held two pain pills. "i love him more " before I knew it I became extremely tired.

a/n: its really long and its complete shit, sorry. I didn't know what to write after he stuck his wingwang in her pootang so yeah.