At Least A Million More

Chapter 25

(Noah)

"Oliver!" I gasp, sitting up. I jump out of the bed and start pulling clothes on. I slip into dark wash jeans and a black T-shirt and Nike high tops. I slip into a jacket and grab my keys, running out of the room.

I turn around and run back, kissing Delsin's cheek and quietly slipping out of the room, closing the door behind me.

"Where are you going?" Elliot asks, stopping me from leaving the house. I turn to him and look him up and down. He's wearing blue skinny jeans tucked into boots and a black button up shirt.

"Um, the hospital." I say, walking into the kitchen and grabbing an apple juice. Elliot grabs one too and follows me to the door. I turn to him with my eyebrows raised.

"Um, Cole he, uh, said I should leave the house. My glumness is killing him." Elliot says, shrugging into a jacket. I groan and look down.

"His words?" I ask, looking back up at him. Elliot nods and I open the door, motioning for him to walk. I get in the car and wait for Elliot.

"Why are we moving so slowly?" Elliot asks. I hear a sound of agreement from the backseat and turn around. Elliot looks too.

"My thoughts exactly. Nice Elliot." Trent says from the back. I roll my eyes and turn to Elliot. He's got a scared look on his face.

"Um. . . Isn't he dead?" Elliot whispers. My mouth drops open as I stare at him.

"I resent that." Trent grumbles. I reach back and slap him.

"You can see him? I thought you were just a figment of my imagination! How can Elliot see you if you're from my imagination?" I ask frantically. "And why are you just now seeing him?!" I ask Elliot. His eyes widen and he looks down.

"Um, I've been seeing him. . ." Elliot says slowly.

"So when I fell out of my chair?"

"I saw him pull it out from underneath you."

"And when I threw that mustard covered bologna at him when I thought no one was looking?!" Trent asks desperately as I pull into the hospital.

"There wasn't anyone home Trent!" I groan, climbing out. Elliot gasps and holds his hand over his heart.

"I was home!" He exclaims, sticking his tongue out at me before stomping away.

"Isn't he a little young to be this strange?" Trent asks, walking beside me as we walk inside.

"He's sixteen, we were more strange than this." I laugh, getting in the elevator and pressing the button for the second floor.

"Don't bring my age into this!" Elliot groans, leaning against the wall. I roll my eyes and ruffle his hair.

"C'mon squirt!" I grin, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the hall. I go straight to his room and furrow my eyebrows as I see Dylan in there with him. We slip in quietly and listen to Dylan speak.

"I don't know what to do Oliver. Ma won't speak to me, but she did get me an apartment. I think it's her way of saying I'm disappointed in you without doing that whole, trying to be cool thing she does. . ." Dylan says softly. "He's almost three! How did I do this?!"

"Who's almost three? Do what?" I ask. Dylan jumps and turns around, wiping his eyes quickly. I see he's been crying and walk up to him, pulling him into a hug. "What is it Dilly?" Dylan starts sobbing into my jacket and I frown, kissing the top of his head.

"I can't go to high school Noah!" Dylan sobs. I frown deeper and pull away.

"What for? Who's keeping you away?" I ask, prepared to beat the shit out of whoever is keeping him from an education.