I heard mumbled voices coming from outside my door, so I opened my eyes and say up.
My back ached so bad and my lungs felt like a brick inside my body.
I looked around and saw a bunch of "get well soon!" Posters hanging all over the place.
In one corner of the room i saw a massive bundle of balloons. There were a bunch of chocolates there too.
I started remembering last night.
I remember my father... And my mom. And..... Nash. He saved my life. That boy saved my fucking life.
Then I remember being in a hospital... Doctors constantly poking at me. I remember everyone left the room, and Nash.... Oh my god. Nash. He told me.... Lunch cancer, broken bones...
It all started rushing back to me. All the events of the previous night. Nash telling me I had three years to live... Telling me I may never walk again... Telling me he loved me.... Then we went to Cam's house. Yah, we went to Cam's house and had dinner. Then Nash took me home... And when everyone left....
I rolled up the sleeve of my shirt and look at the fresh lines drawn on my skin. I remember wanting to die.
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"Baby..." Nash's voice woke me up.
"Hmmmmmmm?"
"It's 10:30 baby. You okay?"
"Yah...." I said. Then opened my eyes to see his gorgeous face. "Wait... Don't you have to be at school..?"
"Nope. Got the week off. I'm not leaving you. Ever." He smiled. "So get used to it baby girl."
He leaned down and gently kissed my lips. Then again.... And again...
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An hour later my mom came in to give me breakfast. She put the tray next to my bed and then looked of at me and Nash snuggling in my bed.
"Hi." I said.
"Hi....." She replied looking at us. "Am I interrupting something....?"
"No no. It's quite alright. We were just talking." Nash answers.
She eyed us suspiciously. Obviously she didn't believe us.
"OML. Mom. We're still clothed. we're not sweaty. And there are no condom wrappers!!! Is it really that bad to want to hang out and talk to my boyfriend before I die!? Is it really to fucking much to ask!?!?"
I felt Nash become uncomfortable. I looked into my mothers eyes and filled with regret. Her eyes were full of hurt.
"Mom..."
"No. It's fine. I get it. Bye. Have fun."
She walked away and closed the door. I turned and looked at Nash.
"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen." He whispered into my ear. Then kissed me all over my face.
We laid there, with our lips colliding, our tongues twisting, in each other's arms for who knows how long.
All I know is that I wasn't moving.
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We drifted off to sleep after an intense makeup session (which ended when he got a stiff one, if you know what I mean.)
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I awoke to him snoring in my ear, holding me around the waist.
"It's not polite to stare you know." He said, his eyes still closed.
"I wasn't, I was just admiring." I said. I guess I was too distracted by his amazing features to realize he stopped snoring.
"Yah. Sure."
He leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
"Damn. Do you ever love someone so much, you'd die without them." I pulled away from him.
"Don't. Don't talk like that." He didn't realize what he was saying he was just trying to make me feel special. I get it. But I actually am dying.
"I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't wan it like that I was just-"
"I know. I just- it hit a nerve. I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around me.
"We should really do something or eat something. It's getting late." He said.
He reached over and picked up his phone. He pressed the home button and the iPhone turned on.
"Shit." He said. He started rolling the blankets off of him.
"What?" I said. Trying to sit up.
"Sshhh. No. Don't do that!" He says. He puts his hands on my shoulders.
"Whats wrong!?" I say.
"Nothing. I gotta go. I love you. Bye. I'll be back later. I promise." He rushed around my room, grabbing his belongings. He threw his jacket on and kissed me on the forehead.
"Bye. Love you babe."
He kissed me again on the lips and then rushed out the door.
I still didn't know what's going on.
"Bye. I guess..."
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