The green lamppost // n.h

6.

VERY IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END. PLEASE READ…

 

 

“First of all, I don’t know how you could say TFIOS so fast knowing that The Fault in Our Stars it’s easier land you don’t like it” I laughed awkwardly “And secondly, even if that’s your opinion, that won’t change my mind. I think you are beautiful and no matter what you think, I will still see you beautiful”

“I said I have cancer Niall” She said softly. I saw her eyes become wet and tears were going to be spilled. 

“Cancer doesn’t make you ugly Martina…” I said approaching at her. Once I was right in front of her I hugged her. “We all are going to die, ones sooner than others. Cancer is just another fact that gives you a sooner death. What make your hair fall are the chemo and the medications. Do you realize that? You are no uglier because of having cancer than someone who hasn’t it” I looked at her and saw that tears were all over her face. “If I may say, I think you are prettier than the 90% of the girls in my school” I said and she giggled in between sobs.  I smiled knowing that I earned a smile from her.

“Thanks” she said and I just shrugged.

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After the long conversation we had, we didn’t read any of her sentences. We were supposed to meet another day and read the sentences.

 I arrived home; it was a cold day so when I saw the door in front of me I just felt the biggest glory ever.

“Hi mom” I called just as I entered the door. Nobody answered so I concluded with the idea that there was no one in home.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer, I knew I hadn’t the age but that didn’t mean I couldn’t drink one from time to time. Once I had the bottle I went directly to my room. I was humming a song, Yellow submarine by The Beatles to be exact. I opened my door and the image I saw was disgusting, awful and it made me feel sick.

I closed the door loud enough for my brother and his company to hear.

After almost three hours I heard the voice of a girl talking and laughing, and then I heard the voice of my amazing brother, sarcastically of course, saying “I really had fun, we should repeat sometime”. I groaned and laughed at the same time. It was pathetic.

He closed the door after her and came to the kitchen, where I waited for him with huge frustration.

“So?” He said “What do you have to say?”

“What do I have to say? Well, you were fuc.king her brains out, on my bed! What were you thinking dude?” I yelled at him.

“If you want the truth, I wasn’t” he answered with a smile pestered on his face.

“It’s not funny Greg! I don’t want to go to sleep and put my face on the pillow and have everything smelling like f.ucking sex and this girl! I don’t!” I screamed at him, his answers got me on my nerves. I only want my sheets to smell like sheets, or like Martina. She really smelled well.

“Okay, I’ll go and change your sheets…alright?”

“No! It’s not alright! Are you thinking on calling this girl at least?” I asked, actually knowing the answer.

“No” he said as in a matter of fact. “This girl is really funny and beautiful, but I don’t think I want something serious. I can’t see a relationship with her…” he finishes.

“This girl… You didn’t even say her name. You don’t know her name” I disgusted him.

“I do know her name!” He squeaked.

“What’s her name?” I challenged him.

“Did you like her Niall?” He teased.

“Don’t avoid my question” I teased back.

“Amanda!”

“You just invented it…”

“No! Don’t come here all I know what I’m doing… You don’t even have a girlfriend! You’ve never had one, you lost your virginity on a party and you are eighteen and haven’t moved out!”

“I was drunk like hell! I didn’t know what I was doing… And for your information, I do have a girlfriend…” I said without even thinking twice. Was Martina my girlfriend? We’d never kissed, and we’ve only known each other for today.

“Really?” he said surprised and I just nodded. “Take her here so we can meet her”

“What?”

“You heard me…”

“It’s not the time yet Greg. She’ll meet you when I want” he answered laughing.

“I knew you were lying” he mumbled. I just shrugged and got out of the kitchen, but then realized I hadn’t said one thing yet, so I walked back to the kitchen where I found Greg looking in the refrigerator.

“By the way” he looked at me “I may haven’t move out even if I’m eighteen, but I want to make sure that if I move out it will be to never come back unless it’s to see my parents, not like you my sir. You left at your eighteen yes, but you came back at your 30s” he was shocked and he looked kind of hurt. “Bye” I said and went to my room, which was a whole mess if I may say.

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I’M TIRED OF SEEING THAT PEOPLE IS READING BUT NOT VOTING, BECAUSE I REALLY WORK HARD IN THIS STORY AND ALL. IT MAKES ME WANT TO DELETE IT AND SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO DO IT, BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE YOU GUYS WOULDN’T CARE. I WOULD LOVE TO SEE PEOPLE COMMENTING OR VOTING, IT WOULD MAKE WORTH MY HARD WORK.

I SAW STORIES WHICH WERE VERY BADLY WRITTEN AND A LOT OF MISTAKES, AND SOMETIMES THEY DIDN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE, BUT THEN AGAIN THEY HAD LOTS OF VOTES.

SO PLEASE IF YOU DON’T WANT THIS STORY TO BE DELETED, VOTE AND COMMENT.

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-         Sally, x.