Nineteen-year-old, Bea Somerton, knows exactly how she wants to live. Become a doctor, remain in remission from her childhood Leukaemia and have a happy, normal, life.
The last thing she expects is to meet rising star and troubled musician, Holden P...
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Three days. I start chemo in three days and half my bucket list is yet to be completed.
A part of me knows it was impossible from the beginning, that I should have realised the enormity of the situation. Giving myself a week to complete an entire list?
"Hey."
My head snaps up to meet Jett's gaze. He's watching me, a worried expression furrowing between his brows. "You good?"
"Fine," I mumble, running a hand over my swollen eyelids. Lack of sleep always leaves its mark on me. It looks as though I've been crying for twelve hours straight.
"You still haven't spoken to Charlie, have you," he phrases, his tone deadpanning to inform me that it's barely a question.
"I don't want to keep fighting with her," I argue, picking at a thread in my duvet cover as Jett sits beside me, sprawled out on my bed.
"It's exhausting. Especially when I know soon, I won't be... myself. I'll be tired all the time and grumpy. Spending time with me will only be a drag for both of you."
"Hey," he bumps my shoulder, his hand grasping my arm in a stern grip. "That will never be true, Bea. You know that."
I drag my gaze away from him, turning back to the bright screen of my computer. My opened tab glares back at me, the sign up screen for Matched Made in Heaven waiting patiently for my attention.
"I wouldn't blame you," I utter, filling in Jett's email. "If you didn't come to visit me in the hospital that much, I mean. I know it was hard last time."
"I was a kid last time," he emphasises. "I didn't know how to handle shit. Plus, I was dealing with the obvious reality that I was much more attracted to guys than girls, which didn't help with the fact it terrified me I could lose you."
With tears swimming in the corners of my eyes, I focus intently on my laptop. Once the account is set up, I turn back to Jett with a bright smile. "You ready?"
"Ready to find a boyfriend? Hell yeah I'm ready."
And just like that, all the tension leaves my body as I spend the next hour searching the website for Jett's perfect man.
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