Chapter Nine

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A/N: This looks like its only going to be a page, so I'll be posting more today or tomorrow :D

Chapter Nine

TRAVIS

I burst through the hospital doors and went straight to Ariana's room.

Again.

I slowed myself and walked in her room. She was fast asleep.

I smiled and walked to her.

I lightly touched her cheek and kissed her forehead.

Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled.

She sat up. "Are you coming to read again?"

"Of course," I replied.

She shifted a little and patted the bed space next to her.

I laughed and climbed onto the bed, sitting next to her.

I began to read when a doctor interrupted.

"Travis," The doctor looked at me. "Can I speak with you for a moment? Out of this room?"

I looked at Ariana, then back to the doctor.

I nodded and got off the bed, walking towards the doctor. He smiled at Ariana and closed the door behind us.

"So," I said, kind of lost for words. "What's up?"

"Ariana..." He began. "She's only got a year to live, and she's just going to stay in this state."

I nodded.

What is he trying to say?

"We want you to take her to your house," He looked at me. "Show her the world. Take her somewhere happy."

Why did the thought of the happiest place on Earth flash through my mind?

Disney Land.

I smiled.

"When can I take her home?"

KRISTEN

The Tramp just stood there, staring at us.

"Why did you come here?" Peyton asked her fiercely. "Why would you travel all the way here to see me? Why?"

"I wanted to see my baby!" She squealed, flinging herself into Peyton's arms.

Okay, well not exactly, but she hug-attacked him.

"Nikki, we aren't together anymore!" Peyton exclaimed, trying to get out of her grip.

I just stood there, astonished.

"Puh-lease," She said, waving her annoying slim and manicured fingers at him. "I know that was just a cover-up because you love me so much!"

Peyton finally got out of her grip. "We aren't together anymore!" He emphasized.

"Fine, I'll leave you two to your 'lovey-dovey' moment," She air-quoted lovey-dovey. "But I'm not leaving until I'm leaving with you."

She walked up to him and kissed him.

I looked away.

I was finished with this. I walked to my car and left.

What kind of crazy ex is she?

My mind went crazy, and tears started to fall.

Why did I let her win like that? Why would I leave so she can make out with Peyton? Real smart move, Kristen.

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