It's Complicated(Miles)

I'm Screwed

The phone stopped beeping, and I heard Bianca picking up the other end. She sounded excited for a second, "So did you talk to your stupid friend yet." I could hear the excitement in her voice, how could I break her heart, I just paused, took a deep breath, and said, "Bianca..." My voice trailed off. "Miles just tell me," Bianca said sternly. I took a deep breath and said, "Jax asked out Jenna." I heard nothing for a second, than everything. "Jenna, that dancer with bad style and bad hair, I mean she is pretty and nice, but I am so much nicer and prettier," Bianca took deep breaths, and I could hear the shakiness in her voice as she spoke. I heard her sinful, than silence, than she hung up. What have I done, for once I was glad to be stuck in a hospital, at least the mess I made can't blow up in my face yet. It was so much easier to sit on the sidelines and not fix this mess, but I was tired of sitting on the side while my friends lives continued. I was gonna fix everything, starting now.

*I can't believe Jax doesn't care about me, I mean I think about him all the time. Usually insulting him, like the way he eats his food, and how he always has a dopey grin on his face. Ugh....I can't take this anymore. I have to stop, why should I think about a guy who does not even care about me. I am Bianca Blackwell, time for me to get back into the game*~Bianca

*I am happy with Jenna... I think, I mean she is so pretty, and an amazing dancer...but I don't like her like I like Bianca. I just gotta suck it up and get over it, I mean Jenna is great, but she is no Bianca Blackwell*~Jax

*I need to fix things fast, I have been sitting on the sidelines for a few months and I am done with it. First step get Jax to admit his feelings for Bianca, I mean Jax is not that stubborn how hard can this be*~Miles

I sit up in my bed, thinking about ways to help my friends, when I hear a familiar voice. My lips curl into a smile, Alya sits down next to me and we just sit there smiling for a little bit. Alya and I had just started giving this whole dating thing a try and honestly, its been great. I love her so much. She looks eager to tell me something, so I reposition myself, ready to listen. "Guess what, this weekend there is going to be a dance at Keaton." Alya pauses for a second, I'm still smiling at her like an idiot. "So I was wondering, would you be able to go by then." I smile at her and say, "I am in perfect health besides  a crap kidney, of course I can." Alya takes that as a yes and smiles, than she says, I will pick you up at 8. Honestly I love her so much, I know she thinks I am going to the dance, but honestly I am not even sure if I can. I mean I have been doing well lately, but I have also been sleeping and watching TV all day. Dances means standing, and talking, and well dancing, what have I gotten myself into. 

*Honestly I am so excited for the dance, I mean it s going to be perfect. Miles must be ready by now, I mean he has been cooped up in that hospital forever. Plus, he will get to see Keaton again, I know he misses everyone. I just hope he can actually come, because I have missed him so much, Keaton is so different without him*~Alya

*I need to go to this dance, I mean what would Alya say if I let her down like this. I have not been there for her for a few months, I need to be there for this dance no matter what*~Miles

I need to start building up strength for this dance, that way I can show the doctors I am strong enough to go. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, putting my feet on the floor. The hospital floor is cold, and sends chills up my spine, I begin to put weight on what foot, it goes well despite slight lightheadedness, but that is normal. I sit there a second, already a little out of breath, the IV in my arm limits me from moving certain ways, so I know I have to be careful. Than, with a burst of energy, I stand up. I feel so happy, I am beaming, I can go to the dance, I can show the doctors I am strong, and maybe even return to Keaton soon. Than, in some sick irony, I collapse to the floor. My legs just give out, and I feel all my hope crumbling. I hear the monitors go off as my IV rips out of my arm and a few other wires. I lie there for a moment slowly slipping away, than I am just gone. 

*I woke up later that day, the doctors and nurses looking concerned. I should not have done that, the doctor told me I needed to rest for the next few weeks, and he gave me medicine that would help me sleep. I began slipping away from the medicine, but i made a promise to myself, I would go to the dance, and I would not let Alya know I was still kinda sick*~Miles