I ask my mum to drive me to the mall this time. The bus wouldn't wait half an hour for one 15 year old girl to return to the bus. As I perch myself in the front seat of mums BMW, mum turns to me and asks,
"What's up, sweetie? You look very down"
"Nothing it's just, I fell over on the bus-" I was cut off.
"Oh God, it's not the tumours is it, that's it, get out you're not going to the mall!"
"Mum"
"Never again can I let you out on your own!"
"Mum"
"No more home schooling!"
"Mum" I was getting annoyed now.
"Hospital trips, operations,"
"fucking hell, MUM!"
"Yes?"
"I was bumped over, I didn't fall, even though-"
We then continued together,
"I/You clearly stated that I fell."
"Don't get me worried like that again!" Almost yelled mum.
"Now, can you drive me to the mall?"
"Sure"
I entered food court to discover the boy from the bus. Standing, with his (right) arm behind his back.
As I neared, he moved his arm out holding a $50 bill.
"Care to, um, join me?" he asked.
His cheeks turning pinker and pinker with every second that passes.
"I do care"
YOU ARE READING
Time's Up
RomanceTime is precious. Especially when you lost you left arm due to terminal cancer, Or if you have multiple brain trumors. The book split between two teenagers on one mad love story. Until they meet life is as normal as can be, but things can always ta...
