(you guys i just used a bath bomb and now im covered in glitter i love it)
"How come I never see your parents?" Ethan asks, walking me down the hallway. I have to take a walk twice a day, to 'keep my body strong'. I don't mind it, Ethan links his arm in mine when we walk. And he has some nice arms.
I shrug. "They're divorced, and we've never had a super good relationship. And they don't want to risk running into one another by coming here."
"Sorry."
"For what?" He rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, then mirrors me by shrugging.
"I don't know, for asking, I guess. And that they don't come." I snort.
"Trust me, it's better if they don't. They're huge assholes." He turns to look at me and raises an eyebrow. It's hot.
"Language."
"I'm fucking seventeen, Dolan, I'll fucking cuss anytime I want, you dickfuck." He bursts out laughing. I giggle too, which surprises me. I don't do much giggling anymore. But he has a contagious laugh.
"Okay, Belle, you can fricking cuss." I laugh, and then immediately regret it. It hurts my lungs. I put my hand on my chest and rub it through the thin hospital clothes, like that'll help somehow.
"Fricking?" I say when I've stopped laughing. He fake pouts.
"Just cause you can cuss doesn't mean I want to." I roll my eyes.
"Don't tell me you don't cuss."
"I don't!" he exclaims.
"Bull shit, Ethan - what's your middle name?"
"Uh, Grant."
"That is some bull shit, Ethan Uh Grant Dolan." I look over, and he's rolling his eyes, but a smile is playing on his lips. "Ethan, say fuck."
"Um, don't tell me what to do." I look at him and make a face, imitating him.
"Ethan, I'm wounded." I put my hand over my chest. "I have cancer. Do it for the cancer." He throws his head back.
"You are not playing the cancer card on me right now." I bat my eyelashes at him. He throws his head back again, then looks at me with an evil smirk. "You're fucking beautiful." My jaw drops a little and heat rushes to my cheeks. I look at the ground, but I don't have hair to hide my face anymore. He lets out a big booming laugh. One of the doctors passing by glares at him.
"Did I embarrass you, Belle?" I look up and glare at him, then look straight forward. I'd pull my arm away, but I'm not strong enough.
"No. I just hate lies." I can hear the furrowed eyebrow in his voice.
"Lies? What lies?" I look at him, eyebrows raised in an oh-really face.
"Ethan, I have fucking lung cancer. I have no hair, my curves and tan are gone, and I look like a skull. I was super hot before this, but not now."
"Bet you were humble too."
"Uh huh."
"Well, I don't care what you think. I think you're beautiful," he says brightly, swinging my arm along. We're getting closer to my room's door. I don't want to stop talking to him.
"Ethan, can we go around one more time?" I look up at him pleadingly. He looks down at me. I look into his deep hazel eyes. I raise my eyebrows and see a little smile crinkle the corners of his eyes. He looks away and up at the ceiling.
"Fine, one more time," he sighs, but I can hear the smile in his voice. I grin widely and hug his thick arm closer to my side. He stiffens when I do this, probably because he doesn't want to be this close to a girl with a terminal illness.
"Thank you, Ethan," I say cheerfully. I have twenty five more minutes with him now. I bite my lip in excitement.
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this is rlly cute
sofia olivera and chloe colaluca are so fucking cute i aspire
(^^^twins exes for those who dont know lol)
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