The Transplant ✔️

12. Agreement

Jobe's POV:

The night after dinner, I thought about Jolie Drake. And sad to say, not all of the thoughts I had held up morally. I went to bed early to avoid the recurring thoughts, only to welcome Jolie into my dreams. It was those darn sweat pants of mine she was wearing. I couldn't help but think of her snuggled up in her own bed, wearing a piece of my clothing. I had pathetically lied to her, saying I never wore them, and that they fit too snugly. In contrast to what I told her, those pants were my favorite ones that I slept in more often than not. But she had filled out the pants way better than I could, and if I was a bad person for thinking so, so be it.

I woke up early the next morning, hoping a new day would kill the previous day's thoughts. Although, forgetting about her would be hard, considering I have to see Jolie at the hospital today.

Before I go to the hospital, the plan was to drop off Avie back at dad's place, then go straight to the hospital. But knowing my father, to make sure I'm getting ready to go to the hospital, he will probably show up unannounced to pick my sister up instead.

And just like clockwork, the door bell was ringing. I figured I'd let the maid get it while I got ready, deciding that my father could wait for a while and it wouldn't kill him.

I peeled off my basketball shorts, changed into some slacks and then threw on a black buttoned down shirt. I gelled a few pieces of hair, then proceeded to spritz a fair amount of cologne. I was unconsciously dressing to impress.

Quickly, I walked down the hall to wake my baby sister, but she was already up and playing on her cell phone my father insisted on getting her.

"Did you sleep last night?" I asked.

"Not much." She mouthed.

"What have been doing in here?"

"Looking for tiaras online." She gave a toothy grin.

"Come on, get off the Internet and get ready. Dad's here and ready to take you home." I ordered.

"I don't want to go home. Can't you invite Jolie back for a sleep over? I like her a lot. Don't you think she's pretty?" The little girl waited for a reply.

"Avie, dad's waiting for you. Stop with the third degree."

"What's the third degree mean?"

"Nothing. Just get ready."

I didn't want to answer Avie's question, for fear of actually being honest and saying what I feel. Besides, I had a girlfriend and saying something about another girl was wrong, even I knew that.

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"Yes, yes fine. Whatever you want." I was caught on the phone with my girlfriend, Lisa, while driving to Kay View Hospital. Without realizing it, I think I agreed to go to a concert with her, just to get her off my back so she could hang up.

"Okay, I'll explain the details later. I'm so happy you're going to bring me! Bye!"

I clicked my phone off and continued to drive into the parking lot of the hospital. Luckily, I found a spot up front and eased on in, careful not to hit the vehicles on the side.

I was fifteen minutes early to the appointment, when usually I'm always the last to arrive wherever I go.

I kept my car on so I didn't sweat to death while waiting.

A few short minutes later, I spot Jolie walking towards the entrance, her yellow blouse flowing in the wind and her black leggings tight around her hips. I secretely wished she had worn my sweats.

Following after her was Mia Drake, her arm making its way towards Jolie's back, as in for support.

I turn off the engine to my truck and started walking towards them. My slow pace turned into a brisk walk to catch up with them.

"Hey." I tried to calm my breathing.

Time to start using the treadmill at the gym, and less strength training.

"Jobe, it's good to see you again; you don't know how much this means to me that you're willing to do this. Is your father going to be here also?" Mia asked.

"No, he had to bring my sister to dance class, so it's just me, but he wanted me to tell you hello." I told Mia.

"That's nice of him. Same to him as well."

I caught up to the side of Jolie, walling in the same pace as both girls.

She didn't say much, but it was probably due to nerves for today's events. She was about to commit to this surgery and that could be pretty hard to take in for the both of us.

"It'll be alright, you know? You're worrying for nothing." I attempted to calm her down.

"This is life or death for me. If this goes wrong, or if you back out, I don't know..."

"I won't back out." I reassured her.

I already came this far, and I wasn't going to back out. I might have been a sad excuse for a man, but I wasn't going to let her die, or permanently  ill, on my account.

"After the final papers are signed to agree to surgery, it's a done deal. So I need to know now if you're serious about this." Jolie was trying to be quiet, most likely so her mother couldn't interfere in the conversation we were having.

"Yes, I am, but if you keep pestering me about it, I'll have to rethink my offer." I was only kidding, but the grimace on her face meant she didn't take kindly to my statement.

"Relax." I squeezed her arm through her silk blouse, catching her off guard. I quickly take my hand off of her and back to my side.

We were in the hospital, and instead of joining the regular patients, we were sent by the nurse to a back office room.

"Okay, the doctor will be in wuth you shortly. Relax and we will have the paperwork done in no time, and we will send you both home with copies of the contract stating your agreement."

This was it; both our lives were going to change on this very day, and there was no going back.