Chapter 22

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Justin

Annabelle was her name, and she just screamed that he got her first kiss with me. I watched as she ran over to Aubrey and they started dancing together. Aubrey had the widest smile on her face, and soon they came over to us. "Aubrey, can you visit me tomorrow? My family went to go get my Grandma from a different state, and I want someone to talk to." Annabelle asked.

Aubrey nodded with no hesitation. "Yeah, before I leave, give me your room number."

Annabelle skipped off, and went to look through the boxes. A little boy came over and sat on Aubrey's lap. "Patty Cake?!" He exclaimed, and held out his hands. I could tell he was around the age of 6-8, so I guessed he knew how to play.

I watched as Aubrey sang the song as they did the hand game. "See, first time, you should've had the kid you wanted with her." Ryan whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"You're both a kid lover. The first time you guys had sex, you should've gotten her pregnant. The look in your eye is telling everyone basically you still love her, and you want to make her mother. Or at least that's noticeable to Ariana, Jai, and I." that was the most intelligent thing I ever heard come out of Ryan's mouth.

"You're it!" The little boy tagged me, and I tagged him back. He tagged Ryan, and Ryan pretended he couldn't run as fast as he could.

"I quit! I lost!" Ryan gave out, making the little boy laugh. Aubrey kneeled down to my side, with a little girl on her back, and grabbed the teddy bear from her box.

"This was my teddy bear." the little girl crawled off Aubrey's back and took the bear. "I used to sleep with it to keep the monsters and nightmares away. The bear is magic I think."

"Really?!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah, when I woke up I wouldn't have any nightmares. I guess he fought the monsters when I was sleeping." The little girl giggled. She ran to go tell her friends about it, and Aubrey breathed out.

"I love kids." She smiled. I started talking to Annebelle, the one that became best friends with Aubrey.

"Look. This is you and Aubrey." Annabelle showed me Barbie and Ken designed to be me and Aubrey. "It looks exactly like you guys? Don't tell Aubrey I told you this, but she was going to cry."

"Why?" I asked concerned.

"I used to play with these dolls and pretend you guys were on dates, and you proposed. That's what I told her. Then she was going to cry, and I told her not to lose you." Annabelle smiled, rubbing my arm. "I'm going to tell you the same thing."

"We thank you for all the charity gifts, Mr. Bieber, but visiting hours end in twenty minutes." The nurse said. I nodded, and turned back to Annabelle.

"I have breast cancer, and I never had a boyfriend. I've had my first kiss now, but I still never loved someone in a boyfriendish way. I have a time limit on how long I live now, and you don't. You need to get her back before your time is over."

And boom, cue the building up tears.

"For an eleven year old, you know how to put people back in reality." I hugged her, sniffling the tears. He hugged me back rubbing my back. "Well, we should get packing. I'll see you next time I come?"

"Okay!" She kissed my cheek, and ran off. The kids were still rummaging through the boxes, as all of us were walking toward the exit. Aubrey seemed to forget what Annabelle told her, because she was really happy right now.

Ryan, Jai, and Ariana were happy as well, and I was caught up on Annabelle's words. "You need to get her back before your time is over."

"Justin, you okay?" Ariana asked, snapping me from my thoughts. Ruffling the little hair that was poking from out of my beanie, I nodded. "I think you're distracted and it's best if Aubrey drives."

"Why not me?" Ryan never drove my car, and he thinks I'm out of it.

"I don't have amnesia. You're still an idiot, and I'm still not letting you drive my car." I smirked, and handed the keys to Aubrey. He got in the drivers side, and I got in the passenger side.

"Did Annabelle say something to you?" Aubrey asked before she unlocked the backdoors to let them in. Nodding, she nodded back, and they got in the car. Annabelle is like, I don't even know.

It's like her advice makes us see reality. The poor girl is slowly dying, and hasn't even been loved in an affectionate way, yet she's giving me relationship advice. I'm tripping over advice from an eleven year old.

I seriously need a long nap

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