Cancer || A Dylmas short||

CHAPTER SEVEN

(A/N: I have decided to give you guys a fluffy chapter because shit has gotten too deep into the hole of sadness. I found the picture of Newt pouting and died so because it says in my story how he pouts, I attached it to this. It's great... ENJOY)

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                "Tommy!!??!! I got something for yo-o-ou!!" Dylan yelled up to my window and my eyes widened.

               "COMING DYL!!!!" I ran out of my room and dashed down the stairs, skipping three steps and almost falling, to the first floor and literally ran into the front door. I heard Dyl laughing and I got up to open the door. When I opened it, Dyl stood there holding something behind his back with both of his hands. He was in a white button up collared shirt with an unbuttoned blue vest. A blue bow-tie was tied around his neck, the strap tucked under his collar. He had a pair of black jeans on and a pair of all black Converses laced up to his ankle. My eyes traveled up to his hair to see it strategically gelled up in a quiff. His freckles were more visible then normal. After about three minutes of staring at each other, slightly confused, he pulled the thing behind his back forward to show it to me. My eyes widened for the second time as I saw the array of items. He held a bouquet of multicolored roses varying from black to red to white. In his other hand was a sign covered in cursive writing. It said "Will you go to Prom with me?" Tears fell down my cheeks as I hugged him while whispering "yes" into his ear. At the time, neither of us would realize they felt like more than friends. We had agreed to go as friends so we wouldn't be called gay; when really, both of us were. Prom was great, but the after party was a lot better. We ALL got piss-drunk and some of us were also high. Including me. Dylan had decided to be our designated driver because he was never really a drinker at the time. He was very by the books, so to speak, so he decided to NOT do anything illegal (like underage drinking). I got really drunk and by the time it was time to leave, Dyl had to carry me to the car. He knew better than to drop me off at my house, knowing vaguely about how my dad would be pissed. He laid me on his bed and decided to sleep on the floor that night.

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                 When we pulled back, we looked around the room and saw fucking Ki Hong Lee smirking at us in the sassiest way possible, even for him. I gave him the finger, causing us all to laugh.

               "I see you still have both your "oomph" and your humor." He laughed, his dimples showing hardcore. Dyl smirked back and I knew shit was about to hit the fan.

              "At least he can get dick, unlike you," He laughed and so did Ki and I.

             "He can get more dick then both of us, let's be honest. As well as the puss." Ki said. 

        We all erupted into a fit of laughter. It lasted about ten minutes before a nurse came in to shut it down. She said that I was free to leave and that I should still be careful and allow myself to recover. I would be able to continue filming in about a month or so. That, I think, was the best news I've gotten in a long time. I filled out the paperwork needed and then went on my way. Dylan had brought a pair of pants from my house and a sweater of his own. The sweater was about two sizes to big and hung off my hands, my fingertips only being able to be seen when I lifted my arms. The pants barely fit me from loosing a lot of the weight I had in muscle. I was a twig, so to speak, and Dylan said it made me look even more adorable. That faux angered me and I crossed my arms and pouted like a child who hadn't gotten his way. (PICTURE ABOVE^^) We all laughed at this and as we walked to Dylan's car, I fidgeted with the sleeves. Fall had arrived quickly and the smell of rain flooded the air. The leaves had turned to their shades of red and yellow and brown, showing there slow death (I know, dark...) and it was beautiful. I rolled my window down and breathed in the non sterile air and sighed. 'Finally, I can breathe' I thought as I did so. This day couldn't get any better....

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(A/N: HOW WAS IT!!!!????!!!!???? sorry, I have been writing for a little less then an hour while listening to "I'm Gay" by Thomas Sanders over and over. It's been great. Make sure you comment/vote down bellow to tell me how much you liked it. LOVE YA'LL!!!!!)