The Delivery Boy(boyxboy)

Chapter 4: Awkward Dinners and Sleep Talking.

                 

Sara Beth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell
And the bruise it just won't go away

So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
And flips through an old magazine
Till the nurse with the smile stands at the door
And says will you please come with me

Sara Beth is scared to death
'Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white, something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you

Six chances in ten, it won't come back again
With the therapy we're gonna try
It's just been approved, it's the strongest there is
And I think that we caught it in time
And Sara Beth closes her eyes.

-

Xavier

After knocking on Amelia's door three loud times, I barged in, hoping I wouldn't see some unpleasant sight which would scar me for life.

Thankfully, I didn't.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I went over to her bed and ripped her earphones out, catching her attention almost comically. She raised her eyebrows commandingly, and I leisurely sat on the side of her bed.

"Did you bring what I asked you to?" She asked, and turned over, crinkling the sheets of her comfy bed.

"Duh," I replied, "I don't want to die, now, do I?"

"Skip the small talk. You're in my room. You don't come in my room unless you really need to."

Ah, Amelia just understands me.

"What do you know about –?"      

"No, Xavier," She responded, exasperatedly. "Not this again. I am not telling you what I know about some chick with huge ass boobs you want to get in bed with."

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't even going there."

"What do you know about Axel Clark?"

Amelia's blue eyes lit up almost immediately, and her eyebrows shot up, clearly interested all of a sudden.

"Axel Clark?" She asked, and I nodded.

"Well, what's he like?" Her hair stuck out from odd ends, her t-shirt bunched up at the front. She looked like a lazy, excited, comical mess, and before I could register the question properly, I felt glad. Somewhere in my subconscious, I was glad my sister was happy again.

To see someone you loved become sad was the most heart breaking, realest thing you'd ever go through. It broke your heart.

But that was precisely what sorrow did. Your heart wasn't breaking. It was just growing larger. The larger it got, the more love it held.

"He's tall, almost as tall as me. He has green eyes. Like really green eyes, like really, really green eyes. They look like glossy leaves. He's skinny, but not too skinny. He has brownish, auburn-ish, blonde hair." I couldn't remember the color of his hair, even though a strand fell over his eyes. His eyes were just far too captivating.

"Glossy leaves, Xavier?"

"What? He had really green eyes."

"Yeah, I think I got that."

"Just tell me what you know about him." I grumbled.

"Hmm, well," She placed her finger on the bridge of her nose, and dug into her subconscious.