No, Just Bestfriends

Chapter 21(short Chapter)

"What's all this talk about having no soul? I am your mother you know." She smirked walking down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Noah was quite as I was but wasn't burning in flames like me. "Mother? That's what you call yourself nowadays?" I crossed my arms at her and she looked towards me.

"Hey Noah, why are you invited so late?" She completely brushed me off and went straight to Noah.

He combed his curls back with his fingers before answering, "I was gunna Crash here, Meredith." He answered her by her first name as usual. "You're not 10 anymore Noah. I'm sure you know this is a females house.".I rolled my eyes at her.

"How about you worry about your actual blood child for a second. I mean God, you've been gone for months. I mean I'm 18 now-"

"18 years old but you're still living under my roof Ariana." She said taking out the coffee.

"Have you been listening to anything I said or do you just have your head up your ass?!" Her neck switched towards me real quick. Noah felt awkward but it wasn't his first time seeing me and my mom argue.

But this argument was the most intense. I mean we both been hiding shit from eachother. Now we're fighting like to lions brawling for a piece of meat.

"You better watch your mouth!" She snapped.

"Well damn, I'm so fucking sorry. I mean you remember who use to catch me when I would slip out. Dad-"

"Don't you dare talk about him in this house."

"I mean why Meredith? He did use to lay right next to you all night." Her eyes were stabbing me but I was just unbothered. She threw her mug on the floor.
"You ungrateful Little Bitc-"
"Ungrateful?! You are never here and I had to use your dead husband to wake you the fuck up. I mean how pathetic." Noah tugged my arm sending me signal say 'THATS ENOUGH'.

I ripped my arm away from him and my face looked another direction, towards my mothers. My left cheek burned and I realized she slapped me.

I balled my fist, "you're so damn lucky you know that!" She just stared back at me, her face red and her eyes watered up.

"I mean why you just don't talk about him huhh? I mean it's been a year!"

"Shut up! You don't understand NOTHING!" She yelled making hand gestures.

"I know enough! I mean he was my father!" I felt my eyes getting heavy.

"No, you don't understand!" She cried in her hands, "Then let me!" I pulled her hands away. "Enlighten me. Because I'm losing you, and you're all I have right now. Enlighten me." She looked up at me, she took a moment to gather  up her thoughts.

"When we discovered your fathers tumor, it was around his heart. I'm not a cardiologist, other than that, they would not let me work on him. He wouldn't let them. They set him up on radiation therapy. I sat there and watched them. They came to me and said there was not a way to take out the tumor, that it has grown at a fast rate. They limited his death as if they were God. And I had to sit beside my husband, man I love, the father of my child and watch him slowly die. Fade away from me like a memory. I blamed myself. It was my fault for being a neurologist."

My mother believed she helped killed my dad.
"And I don't leave you here cause I don't care about you, but because...every where I go I see him. He over there teaching you to play piano, or he's here in the kitchen eating my cookie dough, or upstairs reading or..."

I hugged her, "I understand Ma."

"I'm sorry." She cried in my shoulder. I cried too because I believe I will be her 2 months later. Noah wrapped his arms around us.

I pulled away from my mother. "Mom, I understand how you feel about dad because I'm going through it now." Her eyebrow raised in confusion.

"What do you mean sweetheart?" I wiped a tear from cheek. I looked towards Noah as he gulped. "Noah has a brain tumor, doctors say...he has only 2 months to live." She looked towards Noah.

"What they have you taking?" She asked so normally. Like we weren't just crying. He looked at her confused and surprised. "Come on now!" She demanded. "I don't know the name but Oh!" He said looking into his jacket pockets, he pulled them out and handed them.

She read it and looked him, "Why haven't they gave you chemotherapy?" He just shrugged his shoulders. "Well they said it would be a waste ti-"

"How is that a waste of time? It's a chance the tumor can be shrunken. The only thing is the outcome when you awaken. Plus your hair." She said pacing back and forth. Noah gasps at the thought of losing his hair and I nudge him telling him to take this 'serious'.

"Maybe it's not too late, the chemotherapy may work, then removing the tumor may be easier." She stopped, looking at us with her hand cupping her chin.

"Where's your mother Noah?" She asked, I looked towards him. I never realized that his mother was also losing him, I felt selfish and I had a chest pain thinking of it. "She's probably asleep from... You know." He said combing his hair back with his finger like a rake.

"I'll just bring it to her tomorrow. We'll see how the day goes tomorrow." She said after kissing his forehead and mines.

"I'm off to bed, I had a long trip and a long night." We nodded at her and she continued up stairs.

"And Noah I love you like my own son but get out." We laughed as she hit the corner of the stairs and disappeared.

"One more thing Noah, if we're going to give this a try. I need you to have some faith." And that was it, that was the last of her.

I felt relieved that their was some hope in this chapter of us.

"Alright Bacon I'm gonna call it a night." He said before kissing my forehead. I walked him to the door, it wasn't like I couldn't sneak him in or anything but I felt as if I shouldn't be greedy. I knew he was going to lay with his mother. He smashed his lips against mine and my chest sunk in thinking what if this is my last kiss.
"I have something for you." I said digging into my back pockets, I handed him a folded paper.

He unraveled it and peacefully smiled at me. "If you're my last female on this universe, I would be satisfied." I put my hand his chest before saying anything.

"I will be, just not now." I whimpered not looking up at him, I felt the tears strolling down my cheeks and I could feel the same pain I felt with my father. I was shaking, He picked my face up by my chin.

"Stop crying baby girl. You're too cute for that shit." I panted trying to hold myself together. He just pulled me into a warm hug telling me 'I'm fine'.

But I couldn't help but cry, my bestfriend is leaving me and I have a 50'50 with his life.

After I was able to pull myself together, we finally left the hug, he kissed me holding our hands together. Than leaving me as our arms stretched out until it limits, and his touch was gone.

I blew him a kiss and wiped my tears before going inside. I closed the door behind me and whispered to myself, "Have A Little Faith.".