I told you not to fall in love with me, Mikey Fusco. ~Fan Fiction~ **Completed**

nine

"Ryder! wanna go get some ice cream? you haven't been out in awhile." I looked up from my tv that was playing reruns of Full House. "nah... I have some in my freezer. lets just hang out here." he sat next to me, making the couch sink in.

"you've lost a lot of weight." I looked up at him.

"no I haven't."

"Ry, yes you did. you haven't been eating. c'mon, what do you want. my mom can take us to any restaurant."

"mikeyyyy. I don't wanna go out." I whined back to him. he looked mad.

"why do you care so much?" I spoke my feelings.

"cause I want you to live longer!" just then did I realize that he was worried for me, and wasn't doing this to annoy me.

"I'll go. where do you wanna go?" I said sucking it up.

he thought. "lets go to Applebee's."

I groaned getting up, fixing the tubes that connected to my nostrils, and grabbed my bag that contained my life saving machine. he smiled and grabbed my hand.

his mom pulled up to the entrance, dropping us off. we walked through the doors as a young man, around 20, held open the door for us. "table for two." mikey said with a smile and the young lady lead us to our table. I sat across from him.

after a few minutes of deciding, we were going to split the two for twenty. the boneless wings with no sauce for an appetizer, and then I would get the borbarian chicken and shrimp, and he would get the three cheese chicken penne.

we ate in silence before mikey spoke up. "Ryder, seriously what's wrong?"

I looked up at him.

"Im starting chemotherapy.." he looked down...

"as long as there trying to get you back to health." he cleaned himself up, and we continued eating.

after we ate, the very little that I did, mikey brought me home. I took my key out, matching the patterns of the combination to let ourselves in.. I took a step in and heard wheezing, that strangely was not coming out of myself. mikey turned to me to make sure I was okay. we wandered further into my house detecting where the crying was coming from.

when we reached the kitchen, the cries came to a full sound. "mom?" I yelled out, which wasn't a good idea, which lead to a pain filtering out to my whole body and pinching to my lungs.. she looked up at me, her face bright red, eyes blood shot, and eyeliner and mascara reaching all the way down to her chin. "what's wrong?" she started at me..

"your brother was arrested, and your dad is trying to make the divorce official.."

"k-kart? arrested? why? what did he do?"

"he got caught dealing pot and heroin.." my vision began to blur, I had to sit. my breathing became very heavy and I could not seem to get a breathe out. "mikey! call 911!" I began to blink. I continued to breathe very heavy.

15 minutes later I heard sirens blaring down the rode, becoming louder and louder alarming neighbors. the screen door in front of my house flew open. I heard foot steps approaching me. they took me onto the gurney and rushed me to the hospital.

as I was blaring through the few towns that I had to go through to get to the hospital, I wondered what the people on the roads that had to pull to the side of the road to quicken the process of getting to the hospital were thinking. we're they praying for me? did it give them anxiety? did they wish it was themselves? did it give them flashbacks to traumatic events from the past? or did they pay no attention to the speeding car? it was weird thinking about other people while you were pretty much on your death bed. but that's what I've always been told, I think of the weirdest things at the weirdest moments. I don't have a normal human brain. I don't think properly and take things out of proportion. I guess I'll never change.. not till the day I die. presuming that that day could be seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and unlikely years away. I knew I wouldn't make it to years, maybe not even days. I didn't know what was coming at me, and mikey and my own mother was not ready for it. maybe I was the only one who was.

---I'm sorry this chapter sucked and it took so long to write. my wattpad was down for a few days and I wanted this chapter to be good but it wasn't. I am so sorry! I will try to update as soon as possible. but I get out of school the 25th then soccer starts July 8th and I have alot of soccer.. I will try my best. thank you for reading!---