Him ; Bastille

Not So Bad ; 17

After spending a lengthy amount of time getting to know these guys — I found out that it isn't the end of the world if I do make friends with them. I mean as much as I hate people in general...these lads seem harmless. I mean not Will. Will has definitely murdered a man before in cold blood.

"So is Kitty your bird then?" Woody asks as he stares at the bright screen, he holds onto the controllers tightly. He doesn't even look away or anything...he acts all professional but he is really shit about playing any game that Kyle has stuck on in these past couple of hours. He also gets really angry too...it's kind of funny.

Woody is a diva without a doubt. Kyle is energetic and talkative when the subject turns on something he likes. I think Kyle is definitely the chillest, I can see him being my friend more than the others. Will is also pretty funny, he's random and comes out with the most weirdest things...but in general we're alike.

"Nah. She's my friend..." my voice trails off as I remember what Kitty said beforehand. "Kit is my best friend" With that Woody turns his head in slow motion, it almost looks comical...like he's an owl or some shit. "Best friend? That's the biggest load of bullshit if I say so myself!" Kyle shouts. Of course I'm weary that Kitty is eavesdropping so I have to quickly shut him up. "There's nothing wrong with that." I sternly say. Will nods his head — actually agreeing with me — both Woody and Kyle crack a laugh and shake their heads. They must be the lady killers of the group or something?

"There is though. You and Kitty live by yourselves, you both distance yourself away from everyone at university...you both like each other." With that my eyes widen as I'm forced to shake my head — even though I don't want to — Kyle and Woody nod there's. I don't say anything else on the subject.

"Anyway, you're helping Kitty. I mean...she hasn't been to hospital since she met you, you're keeping her happy and that's the good thing. You're like her medicine." With that I feel myself becoming confused. "Hospital?" I mumble under my breath. Luckily for me they turn their heads away and play the game. So they can't see my confused as fuck face right now. "She had childhood cancer...poor thing. Leukaemia? I'm not sure. You must know the psychological effect. Any time she has a cold she checks into hospital?" I nod my head even though on the inside I want to fucking scream and tear down all of the Walls Kitty has made...she's been keeping in a big secret.

Childhood...cancer. Kitty Holland has cancer?

Before I can ask them anything else — like if they are totally sure that she did suffer hell — and it isn't a spiteful rumour they heard, Kitty makes a reappearance in the room. This time she brings in the pizza boxes. They three like a pick of hungry hyenas more or less grab the boxes way off of her after Woody pauses the battle game.

I on the other hand can't stomach anything after that...truth. I hope Kyle heard wrong...I can't bare it if that's the truth. Kitty is the strongest person in the world, I don't...understand.

I mean at least she doesn't have it anymore. Childhood cancer...must mean it's at bay or totally gone. That's a good thing. "Dan. Eat." Kitty smiles as she holds the box over Woody's head. Because of her warm smile and happy look on her face I don't reject. "Thanks." I whisper as she sits on the sofa behind us like a mother while us four are sitting on the floor huddled up together.

"What was you talking about?" Kitty curiously asks as she leans over slightly and takes a slice of my pizza before smiling. Both of us...we like each other. I mean I should be the one to ask her out...but I'm scared of rejection. For all I know Kitty might actually hate me. Kitty has a sense in humour, she could be taunting me or something...which makes no sense because Kitty isn't nasty like that. Like at all.

"You two being so in love." With that there's an uncomfortable silence. I mean Kitty doesn't deny it — meaning there's still chance for me — but she doesn't agree either. Just total silence. "Come on! Look at you both! Give into temptation...it's pissing me the right off. Just fucking kiss!" With that me and Kitty nervously laugh at the same time. I can't face her though...I mean I probably look like a blushing teenage girl right now. I probably look like a right weirdo. "Stop it!" Kitty laughs playfully hitting Woody on the shoulder. I'm guessing that all four of them have been friends do a long time, maybe online friends? I'm not sure that they was born on a farm...maybe in a barn...but not a farm.

"I'm only saying what I'm feeling." Woody sternly says before picking up his beer bottle with his free — non-greasy — hand and chugs it down within seconds.

He's got a point. But...I'm going to sit on the fence until Kitty starts to hunt or whatever that we should be more than 'best friends'. I'm generally happy that she's happy...or at least that's what I think. Behind her perfect pink lipped smile who really does know if she's happy...if she's physically or mentally okay...

We all have our secrets I guess.