Accidental: Terminally Ill (David Luiz)

Chapter XXI: Rekindled

Note for future references: When something is italicised it means a character is speaking in English or it's just a thought of their's or they're emphasising something.

*Nobody's POV*

Be like what? Do you expect me to be a pushover, for you, you've got a big storm coming, actually upstairs is a good idea, I can strangle you and my parents won't be there to stop me." Kendal started to run up the stairs. "Are you coming up or what?"

David swallowed his spit, he wasn't so sure he wanted to do up any more but he knew this maybe the only chance he got.

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*David's POV*

"You!" Kendal said after she closed the door after herself.

"What?" I asked wearily. She charged after me, clenched her fists together to hit me. "Calm down!"

"No!" I noticed that she wasn't really hitting me, not like was she was capable of anyway, it was girly hits that didn't really hurt. I held onto her arms to get to stop and calm down by she still attempted to try and hit me.

"Stop, you're wasting your energy, you're not even hurting me!"

"Shut up!" She finally put her arms down and her face fell in my chest. "I want to tell you I how much I hate, how much I despise your presence." I admit it felt like a bullet to chest. "But I can't, and I hate you for that." Then I felt my chest flutter a bit, oh my I haven't felt like this is in a while but I can't feel like already it's too soon, I'm only know Kendal for over 3 months but my chain of thoughts were broken by her suddenly becoming hysterical "I've never cried over a guy as much I've had for you, and I hate feeling like this, please tell me why you're different."

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay." I put my arms around her.

"It's just so tired, I've barely been in that building from a month and everything just seems to get worse, if it's always going to be like this I don't think I can do this anymore-"

"Oh God no, please don't say that." I quickly rushed in, not realising how desperate I must've sounded, but I was

"Why not?" I don't think she seemed to even notice. "I bet if didn't go to your street that day and just met you in school you would if acknowledged I even existed because we would of been in different year groups."

"Oh trust me, I would have, I just the way you talk is enough you stand out, you don't dress like anyone here and plus you do this cute thing when you smile so I only one of your dimple pokes through. With your million dollar smile, half of the time I forget what I'm saying when you're smiling."

"You what?" She lifted her head up and smirked at me.

"N-nothing." Then she did it again, the smile I was talking about.

"I only have one dimple, so I can't help that." Her smile grew even widen.

"In all honestly, I am truly sorry, I really am. I can't imagine half of things you're been through and I'm probably just multipying them." Then I suddenly remembered the main reason why she was here. "How's your grandpa doing, by the way?"

"Oh he's much better, although I know he's going to go, I think I will definitely have another birthday, maybe even another Christmas and New Year with him." She sat up, now she was beaming up with happiness, I've rekindled my relationship with him and I have an even stronger bond with him, now I just can't imagine hearing the worst you know."

"I understand, I lost my grandfathers but too long ago."

"Oh, well I hated it at first but I really happy that my dad's made us all come here. I would've regretted my grandpa passing away and I not having the chance to fall in love with him again, not to say that I didn't love him, he just stop visiting and we just became busier and busier to come over, and I met you, you're half decent... Sometimes." She smirked.