Before We Say Goodbye

Chapter Fifteen: Some Jokes Just Aren't Funny

A/N: Eh? What's this? 2 uploads in 1 day???

I know. I couldn't stop myself. Sorry if this chapter isn't so good, but it was in my head straight after I posted Chapter 14, so I just wrote it all down in like, 20 minutes! I'll edit it later, but this is a big chapter. That's if it worked. I hope it did!

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Chapter Fifteen - Sophie

I could have told him. I had the perfect opportunity. When I was taking my medication, while he was talking to that waitress, and then he came back and saw me taking it.

But I decided to lie.

And in my hurry to take the medicine before he got back, I accidentally took an extra pill.

I refuse to go home yet, though, so I made Damon take me to the park, even though my stomach is twisting and I feel terrible. The breeze swirls around us as I stare into the sweet, clear river.

“What’s wrong?”

Damon’s voice cuts into my thoughts.

I shrug. “I thought you promised you wouldn’t ask that question,” I reply.

“I know. But some promises are made to be broken.”

The words stab into my heart. It hurts. He might as well have taken a knife and forced it into my chest.

Those are the words I told myself when I promised Carla I wouldn’t die.

I don’t want to be reminded of that, because that reminds me I still have to tell her that I’ll be gone within a month.

Water gathers in my eyes.

Damon frowns. “Sorry, Sophie, I won’t ask again, honest!” he says, touching my face.

I sniff. “It’s not that,” I mumble, wiping my eyes.

I’m never ever going to cry.

“Then what’s – sorry, I nearly asked it,” Damon says, interrupting himself.

I laugh, feeling better. “That’s cool. Don’t worry.”

He looks pleased that I’m smiling. Ruffling my hair, he mutters something completely inaudible.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he replies, going bright red.

I frown. What did he say?

“So, what do you want to do now?” he asks me.

I raise my thumb and start chewing on my nail. “Dunno,” I reply.

Damon rolls his eyes. “Come on,” he snaps. “You dragged me out to this lonely old park without telling me what was wrong with you…the least you could do is make it interesting!”

I glance at him. He’s wearing an adorable frown – what the hell?

Adorable? What was that? He’s not adorable!

Because he’s handsome, instead.

I blush at my thoughts, even though Damon can’t hear them. My brain is acting seriously messed up today. It’s probably the medication. It’s making my mind go haywire. He’s actually really ugly, but the medicine is playing with my head.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I blanch. Trish and Dad should both be at work…they can’t know I’m out with Damon. Can they? Please no!

I take my phone from my pocket.