False. (5 Seconds of Summer)

: Teenage Runaway :

Hannah POV

"Plane 345 to Mexico is boarding now."

Me and Sam hurriedly grab our bags and rush to the gate.

We hand our tickets and passports to the man.

He seems to slow and im bouncin in my spot, just waiting for him to show up.

Honestly i wish i would have hugged him. and im surprised he left so easily.

We board the plane and i pull my laptop, iPod, phone, and The Fault In Our Stars out of my bag.

Sam has his arm around and me and his head is leaning back with his eyes closed.

He looks exhausted. I feel bad.

I sigh and open TFIOS for the hundredth time starting at the first lines,

(A/N: sorry this may seem like copy right but its just to make the chapter longer)

Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided i was depressed, presumably because i rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.

Whenever you read a cancer booklet or website or whatever, they always list depression among the side effects of cancer. But, in fact, depression is not a side effect of depression. Depression is a side effecvt o dying. (Cancer is also a side effect of dying. Almost everything is, really.) But my mom believed i required treatment, so she took me to see my Regular Doctor Jim, who agreed that i was veritably swimming in a paralyzing and totaly clinical depression, and that therefore my meds should be adjusted and also i should attend a weekly Support Group.

That Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor - driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.

The Support Group, of course, was depressing as hell. It met every Wednesday in the basement of a stone-walled Episocal church shaped like a cross. We all sat in a circle right in the middle of the cross, where the two boards would have met, where the heart of Jesus would have been.

I noticed this because Patrick, the Support Group leader and only person over eighteen in the room, talked about the heart of Jesus every freaking meeting, all about how we, as young cancer survivors, were sitting right in Christ's very sacred heart or whatever.

So here's how it went in God's heart: the six or seven or ten of us walked/wheeled in, grazed at a decrepit selection of cookies and lemonade, sat down in the Circle of Trust, and listen to Patrick recount for the thousandth time his depressingly miserable life story-how he had cancer in his balls and they thought he was going to die but he didnt die and now here he is, a full-grown adult in a church basement in the 137th nicest city in America, divorced, addicted to video games, most friendless, eking out a meager living by exploiting hid cancertastic past, slowly working his way toward a master's degree that will not improve his career prospects, waiting, as we all do, for the sword of Damocles to give him the relief that he escaped lo these many years ago when cancer took both of his nuts but spared what only the most generous soul would call life.

AND YOU TOO MAY BE SO LUCKY!

(A/N: damn that took forever .-.)

I stopped reading when i heard light snores next to me.

Looking over, i spotted Sam, head back on the seat, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, just sleeping.

I chuckle and peck his cheek.

Surprisingly, though the many times ive read this book, i still want to read it.

But right now i just want to think.

So i close the book, carefully and slowly, put it back in my bag careful not to bend anything, and rest my head against the seats head rest.

I sigh and close my eyes.

To other people i may look asleep, breathing slow, eyes closed, relaxed, but im actually thinking.

Do i still love Ashton?

Or is is Sam?

I love Sam is so nice and perfect and just, i love him.

But Ashton, hes been my best friend forever, and hes helped me through stuff, he's kept me out of trouble, we have so many memories.

But me being a teenage runaway..

Wait.

I just now realized,

I

Am

A

Teenage Runaway.

SO THATS THE END.

YUP IT HAPPEND.

ANYWAY, WE GOT 23K OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND IM SO HAPPY.

I HOPE ALL OF YOU READ THE WHILE SERIES AND I HOPE I GET MORE READS AFTER THIS BOOK IS FINSHED

PLEASE KNOW I DIDNOT COPY JOHN GREEN.

I GIVE ALL CREDIT TO HIM I JUST TOOK THE WORDS FROM MY BOOK AND PUT IT IN IN HANNAH'S POV AS HER READING IT.

I LOVE ALL OF YOU

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE BOOK

KEEP READING

STAY IN DRUGS DONT DO SCHOOL AND STAY STRONG<3

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