"Mom?" What was she doing here? Why did she want to come see me? She never cared..
"Haley, what happened to you?" She said.
"I had a couple blackouts. I'm fine." I didn't want to talk to her.
"Haley.. I'm sorry."
"Mom."
"I'm sorry for never being here. I am sorry for everything. Your brother misses you. He graduated college."
"I miss him too." My brother, Sam, is 22 years old. He was always the good child. The one who never got yelled at. I did miss him though.
"He wants to see you."
"Where is he?" My mom smiled and Sam walked through the door. SAM! HE IS HERE!
"SAM!!" I started crying. I missed him and didn't realize how much until I saw him.
"Hey, Haleycake." He always called me that. He came over and hugged me. I hugged him back tight.
"Well all go get dinner at Taco Bell so you can talk to your brother alone." Nash said.
"Okay, thanks so much." I told him. He gave me a kiss and a hug and left with everyone.
"Who was that?" Sam asked.
"My, umm, boyfriend." I smiled.
"Oooo. I'm gonna have to give him the talk." He smirked.
"Nooo! You'll scare him off." I giggled.
"Haha. So how's my baby sister been?
"First of all, I'm old a couple years younger. And I've been pretty good. I'm well known now, ya know?"
"I saw you all over tv the other day. People at home talk about you all the time. They miss you."
"I miss some of them. How've you been?"
"Great! I graduated college, got a job at the vet here In L.A, I have a girlfriend. Her name is Elizabeth, Elle for short."
"Tell me more about her."
"She has brown hair that is always on point, she is flawless. But what I love most about her is her personality. She is down to Earth, smart, loves animals, and is just perfect to me. And what else I like is that she is a bit insecure. and that means I get to make her feel good about herself."
"That is the best thing I've ever heard."
"How about your boyfriend?"
"His name is Nash. He is honestly amazing. He is hilarious, kind, sweet, caring, and perfect. He makes vines and is very well known. He has over millions of followers on Twitter and Vine. But what I love most is that he can always make me laugh. No matter what."
"Wait wait wait. Nash? Your friend from childhood years?"
"Yeah." I smiled and nodded my head proudly.
"When you guys were younger, you would hold hands and walk around and everyone would love it."
"Oh my gosh." I started laughing. We talked for a while then everyone came walking back in.
"Well it's getting late. it's 10pm." My mom said.
"Will you be coming to visit me soon?" I asked Sam.
"Of course." He smiled.
"We gotta get going." My mom told Sam. I hugged him and said my goodbyes. The two of them left, leaving it back to Nash, Hayes, Becca, and I in the room.
"You guys can go home today, ya know?" I told them.
"Yeah. I think I will go home tonight." Becca said.
"Same for me." Hayes agreed.
"I'm staying." Nash said.
"Nash. You don't have to."
"I know. I want to."
"Hayes, you can sleep at my house if you want tonight." I told Hayes.
"Thank you!" He said, super happy. I gave Becca the stare. It meant not to do anything. She knew what it meant and nodded.
They left and Nash laid down in the hospital bed with me.
"Thank you." I said.
"You don't have to keep saying that. I just want to be the perfect boyfriend you fantasize about on Tumblr." OH GOD! HE FOUND MY TUMBLR!!
"Oh my gosh. How did you find my tumblr?"
"It's everywhere now." I felt embarrassed. I posted a post that said:
'I want a guy to help me when I'm down.
I want a guy to make me happy when I'm sad.
I want a guy that is like what everyone dreams about.
Most of all, I want a guy to love me for me.'
It was all true. Nash wanted wanted to be that perfect guy. He snuggled up to my side and kissed my cheek. I kissed him and fell asleep in his arms. I heard him take a picture of us. I smiled because I was only half asleep. Then I fell fully asleep. And so did he.
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FanfictionEveryone makes choices. Everyone has their decisions. Everyone makes mistakes. Not always bad. Not always good. *This story isn't going to be finished. I'm just not going to delete it.*