Trust me, I'm Lying [Boyxboy]

Chapter Nineteen

"So.. Are we ever going to talk about your parents?" I kept my eyes toward the passenger window of Cole's car as I asked him. 

I felt a few seconds of stunned silence go by.

"We already have."

I nodded, "Okay."

"So, what do you think your doctors going to say?" He changed the subject. We were headed to my one week check up, since being home.

I shrugged, "I dunno."

He gave me a slight smile and glanced over at me from the corner of his eye, "Maybe that you're on the right track to getting better?" he offered.

I gave him the same small smile he gave me, "Yeah."

I looked back out the window, "Hey, Cole?"

"Yup?"

"Where do you plan on going to college next year?"

There was another stunned silence.

"I don't know, why?" I could feel his gaze on me, but I kept my view on the blur outside.

"Well, where'd you apply," I pushed.

"Why?" He asked again.

"Seriously, c'mon," I tried to keep my tone light, I didn't want an argument.

"Why, Beau."

I turned to look at him, tried to put on a sincere smile, "I just want to know what you're plans are. What you want to do." 

With his eyes burning into mine, I looked at the front of the car. What I didn't want to say was that I would not be attending college. However, I wanted to make sure my fiasco didn't mess up his plans too.

"NYU." 

This time, the smile I gave him was genuine. 

"Seriously? That's awesome. When'd you find out?"

"A while ago," he shrugged it off.

Still not wanting an arguement, I just smiled. 

"What about you?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I scrunched my eyebrows together.

"Where-"

"We're going to be late, can you let me out here and I'll meet you in there?" I cut him off.

"I-yeah."

I leaned over and kissed him, "Thanks."

Once inside, I bolted for the elevator. The longer time I put between this conversation, maybe he would forget. 

I made it to my appointment with no time to spare and was called in right when I got there.

Before I went through the doors I paused at the circulation desk. 

"If a guy named Cole Simmons comes, just let him back there and tell him where we are, please," I told the lady.

I rung my hands, not really sure what to expect at this doctor visit. I even began to pace out of worry. What was I supposed to do if the surgery didn't work? I had sort of put that thought out of my mind for the week, not letting it be an option.

Dr. Rousseau looked back at me and chuckled, "Nervous?"

"Piss off. You would be too."

"Very true. Have a seat," he gestured his hand outwards.

My face went white, "Last time you said that..."

"Well this time I'm saying it with good news, so would you listen to me for once?" I could hear the smile in his voice, and see it on his face.