11 Days Ago
Ember stared down at his phone, wondering why he was doing what he was doing. He shouldn't ask Luna to his prom, she had her own to worry about.
'Can we call tonight? It's important.'
It was a message his sister had sent after he had typed it out and chickened out. It said that it was read and Ember was worried about how he would talk to her with his sister around.
"Don't forget, you're going to..." Ember looked over his shoulder at his half-asleep, half-drunk mother as she trailed off, "your grandparents' house."
She hadn't talked to him in almost a week, and he was more than grateful. He didn't mind the slight reminder and looked behind her to see his sister signalling that their mom was crazy.
She was more than crazy.
"I'll take us," the college student said, walking a mile away from their mother as she joined Ember on the couch.
"Thanks, Em," his mom said before walking back towards her room. Ember furrowed his eyebrows before looking at his sister.
"Did she seriously just call you Em?" His question seemed to not faze her as she shrugged.
"My name is Emerald and my friends do call me Em," she reasoned, not seeing the problem with being called Em by her mother.
"That's not what I mean," he said, cutting himself off and beginning to whisper. "Why is she being nice?"
Emerald shrugged, standing and walking towards her bedroom, coming back moments later with a bag in her grasp. She walked out the front door without a word, and Ember took the hint to go grab his own bag and bring it out to the car.
"We're going to leave after dinner," his sister told him as he threw the bag of clothes into the back seat. He nodded, watching as she walked back inside.
He stood by the car for a moment, checking his phone after a moment to see a text from Luna.
'Can we make it tomorrow? My dad wants to have a family night tonight.'
He smiled the slightest at the thought of Luna trying to ditch to talk to him. Her father would kill him.
'Of course, just let me know when'
He sent the text without a second thought, deciding that he wasn't going to talk himself out of it.
He always had to do this, get himself in the mood to talk to her on the phone. His social boundaries were always pushed during it, but he didn't mind it.
It was always fun talking to Luna.
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The Last Dance
Teen Fiction'I've had cancer all my life, and they don't know how much longer I'll last.' -- They met on social media and became close friends. But they both held secrets. Luna Myers was a cancer patient, and had been since birth. She had constantly been taking...
