Dylan's POV
After a couple days I will admit I'm very lonely, only because Erin has been super busy sadly, but she's coming over today. So, I'm exited for that. If things aren't going bad I might tell her how I feel about her, but I am also scared too. I don't want her to be with someone who might die, aka me. I still have to tell her I have leukemia, she knows I have cancer, just not the rare kind. I'm scared she'll instantly leave me. I'm interrupted from my thoughts when I hear a knock on the door, I get up and go and open the door. Erin was standing there, as expected. She hugs me. "Hi, I'm so sorry I haven't been around lately." I hug her back. "It's fine Erin, some people have lives too." She breaks the hug and we go and sit on the couch. "So, how has everything been? I know its only been like three days, but I know you got some results a couple days ago." I can't lie, not to her. "Well.. My cancer moved to stage three." Her facial expression instantly saddens. "Dylan... I-I..." I caress her cheek, looking into her eyes. "I will be okay Erin." I couldn't promise that, but I will fight for her. "How can you be so sure?" Her eyes fill with tears. "Because I have a reason to fight. I know I'll be okay." A tear rolls down her cheek, but I wipe it away. "What's your reason?" She asks. "Don't you get it Erin? You're my reason to fight." Her eyes widen a bit. "M-Me?" She stutters. "Yes... I really, really like you Erin. I just don't think yo--" I'm cut off by her kissing me softly, what do I do? I kiss back quite obviously.
After our kiss we just stay close to each other, all that could be heard was the TV. It wasn't awkward silence either, it's weird. "I really like you too, in case you didn't notice." That makes me smile, a real one. All the pain, all the worry of my cancer just completely out the window. Hearing those words really encouraged me. I was beginning to give up, but not anymore. I am going to fight for her, I finally am happy and I finally have someone I care about. I can't leave her, I can't. I care way to much about her. I will start radiation if I have too. I will do anything to stay alive. "I need your help with something." She looks up at me. "What is it?" She asks. "Can you... Can you just help me shave the rest of my hair off? It's pretty much all gone anyways." She stands up, pulling me up with her. "Yeah.. Lets go." We walk up to my bathroom and I sit on a stool, since I am actually taller than her. She take out the shaver and I take my beanie off. "You ready?" I nod. She turns it on and shaves what was left off. Maybe I'll be better one day and it'll grow back. She turns it off and hugs me from behind. "By the way, I still think you look handsome. No matter what." I smile a bit. I now realize I don't like her... I love her.
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Don't Die, My Love
Teen FictionDylan Evans is pretty much a normal seventeen year old boy, but he has to deal with something. At the age of sixteen Dylan was diagnosed with Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia. He has to the deal with the symptoms, medication, and of course chemotherapy...