That Spanish Boy (Sebastian Olzanski & Magcon Boys)

Tears.

Chapter 14.

I run after Seb, street after street but he's too fast for me and I loose him.

I run my fingers through my hair and sigh in frustration. I get back to the hotel, into the elevator and as soon as the doors close I start sobbing.

'Why did you have to be so stupid!' I mentally yell at myself.

When I reach the hotel room I walk into the bedroom sitting on my bed. I sniffle, then bury my face in my hands and just cry. I can't lose him, I already lost my parents and my best friend.

Suddenly A light bulb is turned on inside my head. I know where he ran off too.

The first day we arrived here, Seb and I went to a park at night just to look up at the stars.

'Flashback;

Everyone had fallen asleep after a movie Marathon and Seb and I were still awake.

"Hey, wanna go out?" he asks with a smirk.

"Babe, it's five till midnight. Of course I want to go out." I smile.

I slip on my combat boots and meet Seb at the door. He smiles holding the door open for me, I thank him walking out.

"Where to?" I ask looking at the street.

"Hmm," he hums. He grabs my hand intertwining our fingers.

We walk until we find a park. It had a giant field, for playing or for a picnic. Seb lead me to the field looking around. He took off his jacket and put it on the ground. He had a pullover under his jacket so he won't be cold without the jacket.

He lay down on the jacket, patting the spot next to him. I lay next to him, nesting my face in the crook of his neck. He chuckled pulling me closer to him.

"Look," he says, I look up to see him pointing at the stars above us.

"Wow, it's beautiful," I smile.

"I know you are." he smiles turning to look at me. I blush.

"I wish we could just lay here forever." he sighs.

"Me too," I reply looking at the stars.

I feel him kiss my head. I close my eyes smiling, enjoying being in his arms.

end of flashback'

I cry remembering that night. I think it was one of the best night I've ever spent with him.

I stand up walking towards the door, and that's when I got a phone called.

I sighed taking my phone out of my pocket, taping the answer button on my screen without looking at the caller ID.

I sniffle, "Hello?"

"Hello, Brenda? This is doctor Rogers." He says.

"Oh, Yes. Hello doctor." I reply walking out of the hotel room.

"Hello, The results came in early and I told you I'd give you a call when they came in," he sighed.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Of course, what are the results?"

He sighed again, but this time he sounded almost frustrated, "I don't know how to say this but, I am so sorry Brenda. It's leukemia."

I stop dead in my tracks. My jaw dropped, my heart beating fast.

"Leukemia? Are you sure?" I ask worried.

"I'm afraid so, it showed positive on your tests, and all the symptoms your witnessing, they are signs of leukemia as well. I'm terribly sorry, Brenda."

"I was afraid of this," I say.

"I will set up an appointment for you to come in on Saturday? So we can discuss the treatments." he says.

"Alright, what stage is the leukemia?" I ask.

"Stage three," he sighs again.

"Thanks doc." tears start rolling down my face.

"I'm very sorry again Brenda." he says, then ending the call.

How did this happen? I'm so young. I cannot believe this.

I turn to the street where the park is located, squinting my eyes.

I walk to the field and see him, laying on his jacket looking at the stars.

I step on a stick and he snaps his head in my direction. He sees me, for a moment, our eyes meet. His eyes are red and puffy, tear stains on his cheeks. I probably look two times worse than he does. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes, standing up to walk away.

"Babe, please." I beg.

"Please what?" he snaps, with teary eyes.

"Let me explain," I plead.

"Your actions explained very clearly." he looks into my eyes.

"No, he kissed me. I had no idea he was going to do that! I only kissed back for a second before realizing it was not you who was kissing me! I'm sorry." I tell him, tears streaming down my face.

"I want to believe you Brenda, I really do," he says quietly.

"Please, why won't you forgive me?" I ask.

"Because I still won't forgive myself." he shrugs.

"What do you mean?" I sniffle.

"On the first show, a fan kissed me. You weren't there. I thought you'd hate me if I told you." he says.

My heart shatters.

"Why didn't you tell me!?" I ask.

"Because I knew it'd hurt you." he cries.

"It hurts me because you didn't tell me," I raised my voice.

"I'm sorry baby," he pleas.

"How am I supposed to trust you?" I ask, tears still running down my cheeks.

"I know I should've told you, it was stupid of me not to, but I regret it!" he puts his hands in front of him.

With every word he says my heart breaks a bit more.

I put my head down, turning around to leave.

"Please stay, Brenda." he begs.

I turn around, "Why!?"

"Because I love you." he says.

When he says that my broken heart is suddenly placed back into it's natural state, and flutters. We have never told one another that we love each other. I guess it's because I didn't really know what love was.

"You what?" I ask.

"I. Love. You. and only you. I want to be with you forever." he says.

"Seb-" he runs over to me crashing our lips together.

"I love you," I reply, our foreheads touching.