Life Of The Party~ a Shawn Mendes fanfic

Chapter 15

I looked into his glistening eyes. They were full of so much hope. I hesitated for a minute trying to urge the words out of my mouth. He looked at me, and noticed I was struggling. He put one of his muscular arms on my shoulder I could feel the warmth from his hand radiate my cold skin. I practically melted. I noticed A smile had creeped on my face. Then everything went natural. I wasn't frozen anymore. His touch relaxed me and made me feel comfortable.

"Y-yes. I would love too."

He suddenly filled with joy. His eyes lit up. And a big smile spread widely across his face. he then pulled me into a tight hug. I never wanted him to let go. when he pulled away he looked deeply into my eyes.

"Friday. 8:00. Dress nice."

With that he jogged out of the room filled with excitement. I looked down at my hands and smiled to myself. Something about him made me so.....so.....

"Well you seem happy."

I looked up and saw Spencer leaning on the door frame. That was the word. Happy.

"Yeah" i said smiling.

He walked over to me and sat down across from where I was sitting. His smile quickly faded into a frown while he looked at the ground.

"What's wrong?" I said looking at him.

"Was this my fault?" He asked.

"What?"

" I feel like all that's happened today was my fault. It's been bothering me. And I can't forgive myself ."

"Spencer none of this is your fault. You didn't make me have cancer. That was gods choice. Not yours."

"B-but why you. You don't deserve this. You didn't do anything wrong in your life. This should have been me. not you."

" Don't say that you haven't done anything wrong either in your life."

"Yes I have. Having sex with that girl. And most importantly letting you go."

For some reason that last part ate at me inside. I couldn't take it. I got up and walked out the room. I made my way to the bathroom. I reached the white wooden polished door and got in. I quickly closed it behind me. I put my back to it and slid down the door till I was sitting on the floor. I ran my hands over my face into my hair. I was full of so much stress I just needed a place to be by myself. I just needed to take in what was happening. It didn't hit me until Spencer started to talk about it. It didn't hit me that I, Skyler Dallas , am dying.

It's Not Just A Dream Anymore.