limited time | ross lynch

feelings

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ross lynch: hey mia, wanna hang out today?

He texted me. He actually texted me. Is this even real? A living, breathing boy is talking to me. My ugliness hasn't scared him away by now? My peculiar self hasn't driven him out? Well, apparently not yet. Not yet.

mia clarkson: sure. but when? and where?

ross lynch: meet me at the park in 20 minutes. see you there beautiful. xx

Aw. Why did he have no be so adorable? No Mia, you don't like him, he doesn't like you, just let it go. But then why would he call me beautiful? Why would he keep wanting to hang out with me? Why why why?

The most random questions about the mysterious boy flooded my mind. I couldn't help but stop pondering on about him. About how, caring he was, how gentle his large hands were with me. How his eyes seemed to sparkle when he looked at me. It all didn't make any sense. At least not to me.

Maybe he had it all planned out in his head. I wouldn't know. He seemed, mysterious, but in a good way. And may I say, he's hotter than the sun. His luscious blonde locks were even more precious than mine. His buff body had me over the edge, making me want to stare for not only minutes, but hours. His chill style made him look cute, but pretty badass.

I hopped up from the spot I was sitting on my bed and dug through my closet. Damn it. Nothing to wear. Yet soon enough, I found a pair of light pained denim shorts and a maroon tank to go perfectly with them. I slid my clothes onto my body and pulled on my high top white chucks. I messily threw my hair into some braided pigtails and applied a touch of black eyeliner and mascara.

I galloped down the steps, to be met by my mother who began to interrogate me like a cop. Of course I told her where I was going, and she seemed to be happy about it. She seems to really like Ross, and I don't know why. I mean sure, he's sweet, and nice, and kind, and incredibly sexy.

Mia no.

Ross is just a friend. Just a friend that calls me beautiful. Just a friend. A really hot friend. I cannot help it. I don't think I've actually ever been turned on before, but now that I have caught a glimpse of the blonde haired beast, I've lost that streak. But the thought of being sexually attracted to Ross was  weird, and awkward. Though it did feel good.

"I'll see you later mom, I love you," I waved, making my way out the door.

I walked to the park, as usual. But I truly do like walking to the places I wanna go. The birds singing in the spring and summer time make it a really peaceful walk. The sun shone through the trees, making rays on the sidewalk was beautiful. Just everything about the outdoors delights and amazes me. It's all so gorgeous. I can't get enough.

I'd finally made it to the park, looking around for the boy who had brought me here. I was eager to see how he had looked and dressed today. Was his hair messy or tame? Were his clothes badass or casual? I wanted to know. He was very fascinating, and it made me wonder. Wonder what kind of boyfriend he'd be, what kind of best friend he'd be. Whatever happens, I'll always have my mom. My only option for support. She'll always be there. Always.

"Mia?" I heard his soft tone whisper to me. His warm breath on my ear send chills down my back. My legs shook as I turned to face the handsome boy who happened to look magnificent today.

His hair was messy, like usual, which I loved. He wore a black button down shirt with necklaces hung loosely around his neck. His denim jeans had rips in them, and his black low top chucks were the same as yesterday. I caught my breath before attempting get to speak, but no words came out.

"You look absolutely stunning. How do you do that?" He smiled. I blushed a light shade of pink and looked down at my feet.

"Well, I don't know.. I just, um," I shook my head. I heard him chuckle softly, grasping one of my hands in his.

I looked up at him, right into his beautiful hazel eyes that made me shiver. My heart rate quickened, and I licked my lips. What am I doing? I'm embarrassing myself.

"So, how are you?" He sat down on a bench, pulling me next to him. I slightly bit my lip and thought for a minute before answering him.

"Good," I replied.

I looked into his loyal and forgiving eyes and felt guilt rising up through my body. I have to tell him that I have cancer. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't tell him? Would he leave me? But he might leave me if I tell him I have cancer. Why does this have to be so complicated? I don't understand why I can't just be happy.

"Ross, I need to tell you something."

He looked at me with questioning eyes as he grabbed my hand and nodded his head, telling me to go on.

"I-" I stopped. I can't do this. I don't want Ross to be another person to leave me. I want to keep him.

"Mia what's wrong? Tell me, please," he begged, sadness filling his eyes.

"I'm afraid you'll leave me.." I cried out, standing up and facing away from him.

I felt tears in the back of my eyes, threatening to pour out. I can't cry now, I can't show him that I'm weak. I felt his muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind, and I sunk into them, feeling more calm than ever.

"I will never leave you, I promise,"

I felt rage fill up inside of me once more. "You don't understand, Ross!" I yelled, pushing his arms away from me and facing back toward him. I let a single tear fall from my eye and slide down my cheek, but no more. Just one.

He frowned as he saw it slowly drip off my chin, and he embraced me into his arms. I laid my head on his broad chest, wondering how this is happening if he had only met me twenty-four hours ago.

"Ross?"

"Hm?"

I felt the vibration from his voice on his chest. It was soothing, and quite relaxing. I closed my eyes and held him tighter.

"I have stage three leukemia cancer."