The Unexplainable You.

Part Thirty-Four. Asher.

Finally after more time then I would like to admit, both Portland and I are finally able to go home. 

I wheel myself up to her room, practically buzzing from anticipation. I haven't been allowed to see her since I woke up, but we've facetimed each other probably four times a day and I've left her letters that I slide under her door.

I knock on the her door, my hand shaking from excitement as she opens it, vibrating the door handle

She really is beautiful, even though she constantly denies it. She wears a light blue beanie, matching with her blue grey hoodie and black leggings. She wears a pair of shoes that are so white they look like they've never been worn, paired with a bunch of bracelets and gold rings.

She practically dives into my arms when we meet eyes, her chest heaving with laughter as she burrows her head into my shoulder.

"Gosh, I missed you." She mumbles into my neck, her lips skimming my thin skin.

"I missed you too, my love."

We sit like that for way too long, me running my fingers down her neck and back, her twisting her hands through my hair.

"We should probably go now." She laughs, pulling away and planting a light kiss on my forehead. "I think Malachi is waiting outside, and you know how he hates waiting."

I just chuckle, cupping her face in my hand. 

"I missed you." I tell her, running my thumb across her cheek, she leans into it, kissing the inside of my palm, her lips warm on my skin.

"Let's go home."

***

After a long talk with my sister, we both decided that it would probably be better if I stayed with the Cormwells for the time being. With her being swamped with school, and my mom being... well, my mom, we decided it would be easier on both of us.

"If you're going to be staying here," Portland says, smiling at me as we sit on my bed. "We should probably get to decorating your room, yeah?"

Without a reply she picks up a large box of my belongings, carefully laying them out in a row along the comforter.

"So you got some posters, you're guitar with obviously go over there, and we can put your record player over there,"

I just sit, watching her as she gets excited unpacking my things. My figurines and collection of comic books, my binder of sheet music, a box of glass blown items, a bottle of sand from Santa Monica beach, an empty vial from a play I was in in middle school, a box full of pictures of Genesis and I as children, old art projects I don't know why I kept, my old baseball glove. Thing's I had almost forgotten about.

"So, I was thinking," I finally blurt out, my tongue feeling tied. "Since both of us are, you know, sick, I was uh, I was thinking that... I mean if you wanted, we could um..."

"Just spit it out!" She laughs, pulling the edge of her beenie down farther on her head.

"I was thinking that we could both sign up for make a wish together!" I say quickly, my lungs tightening from lack of air. "I mean, I think that both of us are eligible, and I was reading and said that you could refer yourself, but if we couldn't we could always refer each other, and I guess we could both do that, and take each other, of course, but..."

I inhale deeply, running out of breath.

"If you want." I add, quickly regretting saying anything. "If not it's totally fine, but-"

"Ash!" She laughs, running her hand through my hair. "Of course I would! I mean, It's every kids dream to be able to wish for anything, and get it! I just guess I never thought I would have to get cancer to have my dreams come true, but it's a start."