Counting Down The Days

chapter 1

(erins pov)
we were sitting in the waiting room waiting for the doctors to come out with y/n's news. we saw a doctor enter the room and walk towards us. we stand up and hold back our tears.
"we just got our tests back, and we're expecting only a year left for Kylie to live. she's able to have visitors, but only one at a time please." her mom walks in with the doctor first. her dad and i both look at each other with sad eyes.

(Your pov)
im sitting in my hospital bed staring at the wall. i hear the door open and see my mom walk into the room with teary eyes.
"how bad is it?" i ask her.
"they're expecting one year, but you're strong, you'll beat this." she answers. "we can bring you home tomorrow, they just want to make sure the meds wear off."

the next day my parents and erin bring me home. we're all sad, i mean so would you if you found out you were going to die.

for the next few weeks i don't want to do anything. i barely ever leave my bedroom, and i don't talk to many people. but one night erin called me.
"Kylie, come on, lets go do something! we need to get you out of this house. there's a party tonight at 8, we're going. there's gonna be some cute boys there so take care of yourself, take a shower, look cute. see you then!"

she picks me up and drives me to this huge house and shows me around alittle and has me meet a few of her friends. once im settled in, she leaves to go find a few more of her other friends and leaves me be. i go to find a snack bar and sit down. there were a group of boys, around my age, surrounding the table but there's one seat left so i take it. it's right by a tall brown haired guy i go onto twitter and start scrolling through and eating some potato chips. the brown haired boy was eating them too, but i didn't mind, and he didn't say anything. a few minutes later i reach for the last chip and he does too. we touch hands and he looks at me.
"omg im sorry, you can have it." i say quickly, stunned by how gorgeous he looked. he had this sharp jawline, sharp enough to cut through wood, a perfect structured face, and these beautiful brown eyes. he freezes for a second and says, "hi, I'm Jonah, what's your name?