❝Who're you?❞
❝Fallon. I'm your candy striper for the next two months. Who are you?❞
❝I'm a lonely, incredibly depressed, cancer-inflicted, dying, nineteen year old boy.❞
❝Nice to meet you, a-lonely-incredibly-depressed-cancer-inflicted-dying-ninete...
but i say, that they don't know what they're talk, talk, talking about.
- they don't know about us ; one direction
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fallon.
It was around eight in the evening that I got home from the hospital.
Mom and I left around half past seven and she was way too exhausted to make anything for dinner. So, ironically enough, we'd stopped by the Panera near Calum and Adrianne's neighborhood, sat down and had our soup (the broccoli cheddar wasn't really as good as Mom had hyped it up to be, but I didn't say anything), picked up more green apples from the farmer's market, and drove home to Madonna's self-titled. It was Mom's choice this time, unfortunately.
I spent at least having a bath, washing my skin, my hair, and smothering my entire face in some sort of facemask (I don't know, it was green and smelled like vegetables, so it had to be good). I'd even taken the time to actually go downstairs afterwards and make myself tea, and I was so entirely ready to slip underneath my comforter, turn my laptop on, and sit through an entire hour of Once Upon a Time.
Then my phone rang, the screen lighting up with the name Adrianne across the top, and I watched with my lips jutted out as my plans for the night began to slip away like the last remnants of my bathwater from earlier, swimming away into the drain.
I swore to myself, immediately remembering how I'd failed to call Adri back like I'd promised I would, before dreadfully picking up the line. "Hello?"
"Hi," she spoke half-assedly, like she was planning on heading to bed, too, but remembered that she had to make this phone call. "You said you'd call me. What happened?"
"I know," I said quietly and bit down on the inside of my bottom lip, feeling the guilt instantly seep in. "I'm sorry, it slipped from my mind while I was at work earlier."
"Yeah, that's kind of what I called to talk about."
"Elaborate...?"
"I wanted to apologize about earlier, if you know what I mean."
"I... don't, actually. What do you mean?"
Adrianne let out a heavy breath. "I don't know. I don't think I should've told you about the ticket or leaving in two weeks as blatantly as I did. Not after you just freshly confessed how you feel about Luke to me."
"Wait, I don't understand," I shook my head and stood from my bed, walking across the floor to shut my door. I leaned back against it with my eyebrows pulled together, "Why are you apologizing for that? You were gonna have to tell me at some point, anyway, Adrianne."
