The Cancer Girl

Chapter 8

Abigail's POV

"How do you remember my name?" Had I written my name in a card? No, I didn't even give him a card.

He looked straight into my eyes and said my name. Did he really remember me?

"I don't know, I just saw the photos and looked at you and knew." He said it with such confusion.

"What do you remember?" I didn't want to get my hopes up but he could remember everything. From the first day we met to today.

"I only remember your name, I just knew. It was so clear in my head," He looked down, ashamed he couldn't offer more but I was so happy he remembered my name. "I'm sorry."

I didn't know what to do, with the old Spencer, I would have just walked up and held him but this Spencer didn't know me or our past. So I just gave him a smile.

Our past was gone and I kept forgetting that. I wanted to lay there with him, to just be near him because I could be. How was I ever going to tell him that we were in love, that he told me that he was in love with me. That I love him but didn't tell him. Was I ever going to tell him? Would it even matter, if he couldn't remember anythkng?

I needed to lay with him, I couldn't take another step with out him. I looked behinds me at all my friends, there faces still shocked, I gave them a nod, to tell them it was time for me to be alone with the one guy I couldn't live with out.

When they all walked out of the room, I sat on the side of the bed. Spencer looked confused as to why we're so close. "Can I lay next to you."

Spencer's POV

Lay next to me? Is this something I would have done in the past? I didn't know but deep down it felt right and honestly, I could use someone to hug. So I nodded and move my body to only take up half of the tiny bed. She layed down next to me, our body's barly touching.

Move closer. There was that voice again, helping me figure out the past. I did what it said and moved closer with our legs touching. It felt natural so I rapped my arm around her and she push her face into my chest. She was beautiful even with out hair, I could feel her warmth on my skin and it pushed me into her more.

I didn't know what this was or what it meant but I know that if I was any where else I wouldn't feel this. I wouldn't be able to smell Abigail, who some how smells amazing. I wouldn't be able to see her sleeping so peaceful. I closed my eyes, starting to fall asleep. Drifting, I fell asleep.

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All I could see was her face, it was cloudy. She was laughing, clearly about something I just said. I had this power to make her laugh and once I started, it became painful to not.

Her smile that's all I saw. It was bright and wonderful. I didn't want to let it go. But she was slowly fading into the fog. Only left witht the memory of her laughing.

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I was being shocked right out of my wonderful dream. I heard a voice and it wasn't hers, it was almost painful to hear.

"Spencer! What are you doing with her?" This voice came in a pitch I didn't know people could reach. I opened my eyes to find out who it was. It was painful to let the light into my eyes. I was warm, my body wrapped into Abigail. I didn't want to let go but I opened my eyes and saw a tell red head standing tall in front of me. One hand on her hip, Rachel.

"I'm not doing anything but sleeping until you came in here." This was not my voice but a now awake Abigail. He voice was a a perfect pitch, and even when mad her voice soothed me. But I don't thin it had the same effect on Rachel cause she gave us both a dirty look and walked out. Every bone in my body wanted to stay with Abigail but I wasn't dating her. She didn't even like me so I had to chase after Rachel.

Abigail POV

Spencer got up and chased after her. Of course he would. He would just leave me alone on his bed. Had he not felt what I did when we  slept so close. Well I felt it and I wasn't ready to let him forget me. But I wasn't gonna wait around for him either so I went back to my room till he worked out his Rachel problems. They were probably gonna have makeup sex, like they did every time they did, the first year Spencer was here.

Some times I wondered if that could ever be me. I would imagine that before the coma and it seemed impossible and now that he didn't even know me, it was out of reach. I started a movie, Letting Him Go. It was the love story every body wait for. I only got ten minutes into it when Spencer walked into to my room.

"That was fast." I said it under my breath so he couldn't hear but I think he knew what I was thinking. His face looked intense like he was thinking and planning. He came over and sat on the edge of my bed and stared into my eyes. I paused the movie knowing something was coming.

He was gonna tell me we could never be together. This was it.

"Abigail," His voice cracked, was he nervous? I had never seen this before. "I don't know what I feel with you, your a mystery to me. I don't know anything about you yet I can tell you everything about you," Here is was he was gonna say but we can't be together. I waited for the but, it never came. "Me and Rachel are history, we never really had anything but you knew that. I just want to figure you out."

Was he saying what I thought, is that what he was thinking. I looked down but he took his hand and pushed my head up so he could look striaght into my eyes. Was this gonna be our first kiss? He was leading in, every bone shaking. My lips were ready. I wanted to taste him and kiss him every day so he would know. He moved in so our lips a inch away from each other.

"What are you thinking." We always found some reason to not be together but I was done wiht that so I closed the gap between out lips not even answering his question. The kiss was smooth and we slowly added tounge till are mouth became one.

His lips tasted like peppermint and cherry chap stick. A weird combination but something that kept me wanting more. But I knew that more could come later so I started to pull back. He did the same, slowly opening his eyes. They were lite up, did I do that to him? Did I make him feel that way.

We both laid back in my bed without saying anything. This moment made me almost forget that the coma had taken the real Spencer. These were the good moments that were untouched and perfect in time.