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hi i'm chris and i like cocoa, warm weather, hugs, being called beautiful,
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hi i'm chris and i like cocoa, warm weather, hugs, being called beautiful,
forehead kisses, art, summertime, photography, him in general,
having someone to call mine, christmastime, late-night skype calls, candles,
tattoos, cute texts, nicknames, travelling, good dreams, and memories.
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in his arms
Chapter 34
At first, I didn’t feel anything. I guess
I was just trying to let everything sit in. I couldn’t
believe it. This was my everything. He was my
everything. My life. My meaning for existence.
And he was dying.
I gasped and brought my hands up to my mouth. An impulsive hollowness entered my chest, and it felt like something was torn out of me. “No,” was all I managed to stutter before overwhelming sobs and shaking took over my body.
He bobbed his head as he slid on the bed next to me.
“Anthony, please be lying,” I begged. “Please. Please!”
“Please, Kail, please don’t cry,” he asked frantically and wide-eyed. “Please, Kaitlyn, please.”
“When is the surgery?”
He shrugged. “A month, about.”
“So it could kill you?”
“If the cancer doesn’t kill me first.”
I couldn’t say anything else; my breathing shuddered with the tears I couldn’t hold back. My throat was jagged, and I felt like I could’ve gotten sick.
“Stop, stop,” he murmured, pressing his cold fingers to my cheek. “This is why I didn’t tell you. Kaitlyn, for me, seeing you crying or upset is the worst thing in the world. Watching you go through chemo, that killed me. I never want to see you like this. I want to do anything to change that.”
Nothing he could’ve said, nothing anyone could’ve said would’ve been enough to make me stop crying. So I didn’t. I didn’t even respond to him.
“How’s your day?” he finally asked desperately. I turned my face up to his.
“What?”
“How’s your day going?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to get your mind off of it.”
I tore my eyes from his and instead placed them on my shaking fingers. “Awesome, can’t you tell?”
“What’s that dress for?” he murmured.
I glanced up again at the purple dress that was laid out on my bed. “Oh, Morgan and Aidan’s wedding. You were invited, by the way; I just completely forgot to tell you.”
He forced a meager smile. “No, Morgan already invited me. The weekend we went to New York, she told me that was the city she was going to get married in, and then invited me.”
I sighed heavily. “Oh.”
“I have a tie that matches that dress,” he told me.
My fingers traced the lace. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he hummed, sliding his body closer to mine. “We’ll look cute, all color coordinated.”
“I never look cute anymore,” I muttered.
He tilted my face to his so our eyes were locked. “Maybe not cute,” he murmured, our facings leaning closer together, “but Kaitlyn, I think you are absolutely beautiful.”
And he wrapped his arms around my frail body, cradling me. And I became breathless, weightless. I hadn’t any problems. I was lost again.
It was amazing, how I felt in his arms.
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And he was dying.
I gasped and brought my hands up to my mouth. An impulsive hollowness entered my chest, and it felt like something was torn out of me. “No,” was all I managed to stutter before overwhelming sobs and shaking took over my body.
He bobbed his head as he slid on the bed next to me.
“Anthony, please be lying,” I begged. “Please. Please!”
“Please, Kail, please don’t cry,” he asked frantically and wide-eyed. “Please, Kaitlyn, please.”
“When is the surgery?”
He shrugged. “A month, about.”
“So it could kill you?”
“If the cancer doesn’t kill me first.”
I couldn’t say anything else; my breathing shuddered with the tears I couldn’t hold back. My throat was jagged, and I felt like I could’ve gotten sick.
“Stop, stop,” he murmured, pressing his cold fingers to my cheek. “This is why I didn’t tell you. Kaitlyn, for me, seeing you crying or upset is the worst thing in the world. Watching you go through chemo, that killed me. I never want to see you like this. I want to do anything to change that.”
Nothing he could’ve said, nothing anyone could’ve said would’ve been enough to make me stop crying. So I didn’t. I didn’t even respond to him.
“How’s your day?” he finally asked desperately. I turned my face up to his.
“What?”
“How’s your day going?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to get your mind off of it.”
I tore my eyes from his and instead placed them on my shaking fingers. “Awesome, can’t you tell?”
“What’s that dress for?” he murmured.
I glanced up again at the purple dress that was laid out on my bed. “Oh, Morgan and Aidan’s wedding. You were invited, by the way; I just completely forgot to tell you.”
He forced a meager smile. “No, Morgan already invited me. The weekend we went to New York, she told me that was the city she was going to get married in, and then invited me.”
I sighed heavily. “Oh.”
“I have a tie that matches that dress,” he told me.
My fingers traced the lace. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he hummed, sliding his body closer to mine. “We’ll look cute, all color coordinated.”
“I never look cute anymore,” I muttered.
He tilted my face to his so our eyes were locked. “Maybe not cute,” he murmured, our facings leaning closer together, “but Kaitlyn, I think you are absolutely beautiful.”
And he wrapped his arms around my frail body, cradling me. And I became breathless, weightless. I hadn’t any problems. I was lost again.
It was amazing, how I felt in his arms.
So I have a snowday tomorrow, and I will probably lose internet. Sorry if I don't upload for a while ~
There was a girl in my school who made up a rumor about herself being pregnant. She made up a rumor about herself. I can't be the only one who sees a problem with this.
Oh one last thing, if you're one of those b.tches who is "done reading this story" because "it's just a bad copy" of a book I've never read, then keep your f.cking comments to yourself and have a horrible day. K thanks.
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in his arms
Chapter 33
I looked over my bridesmaid dress once again, laid out on my bed.
Morgan and Aidan were getting married in just a few days, and the more I looked at my dress, the more I loved it.
They decided to rent out a ballroom in a hotel in New York City. The theme they wanted for their wedding was going to be elegant, and they wanted purple decorations everywhere.
The dresses of the bridesmaids would be purple. I could’ve taken any purple dress of my choice, as long as it was a royal plum color. But I went with a simple, strapless dress that was tight around my chest, and then flowed out and went to about my mid-thighs. It was simple, no design on the front, but a wavy bout of silk fabric hung from the back. I was hoping that because it wasn’t tight, it would make me look heavier than I was.
I loved the simplicity of it. I felt like it would match me. I didn’t want to stand out. I was bald and ugly; I didn’t want to be noticed. I didn’t deserve to stand out.
I chose a necklace with a few diamonds hanging off of it and earrings to match to wear the day of, and silver heels.
I smiled looking everything over. It drew my mind back to Number 18 on my bucket list; get married. I knew it would never happen, but if it should, I hoped it would be to Anthony.
As Anthony entered my thoughts, I realized I had yet to invite him to the wedding.
There was a gentle tap on my door, shattering my thoughts. “Come in.”
It was Morgan, and Anthony by her side. She grinned at me. “You have a visitor.”
I smiled up to him, but he failed to smile back. He only slid inside my room and shut the door behind him. His eyes were frantic and wide.
He had Swimming to Chicago in his hands. We both managed to fall head over heels in love with it while on our vacation, and were about halfway done. “Oh,” I offered with a smile, “the book.”
He glanced down on it. “Yeah, but that’s not why I’m here.”
I was slightly surprised. “Oh. Well, what’s up?”
“I’ve been keeping something from you.”
He had my full attention. “What?”
“There’s no easy way to say this,” he hummed, pacing. I swear I could hear his heartbeat from across the room. He rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. “I’ve rehearsed this in my head about fifty times; I don’t know how to tell you.”
“What is it?” I demanded.
He froze and his whole body stiffened as our eyes met. He finally relaxed and uttered so low it was barely audible, “My body isn’t responding to the chemo. The cancer’s taking over, and my only option is brain surgery.”
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in his arms
Chapter 32
I awoke on the hardwood
floor, alone and covered only by a white shirt. Anthony
must’ve placed it on me when he woke up.
I clothed myself with the garments that had been scattered around the area before I exited the room. Anthony sat on the porch, wearing a blue hoodie. “Hey,” I hummed, taking the seat beside him.
“Morning.”
“How’d you sleep?”
His eyes twinkled briefly. “Perfect.”
I felt my cheeks blush as I said, “Me too.”
I contemplated what I would say next, but decided on, “What were you and Alex talking about yesterday morning, on the couch? You both were crying.”
I saw his facial features tighten. “Nothing.”
“That’s a lie.”
“None of your business.”
“Well, I’m sorry?” I breathed. “It’s just, you’re my boyfriend, and I’m kind of offended you won’t cry in front of me.”
“I don’t want to upset you.”
“It wouldn’t upset me. It’d prove to me you trust me.”
His piercing blue eyes glared at me. “I trust you.”
“What were you talking about?”
“You wouldn’t get it, okay?” he sighed. “Alex has been my best friend forever. You haven’t had someone like that. Someone with a million memories. So, for him to see me like this, it was upsetting.”
“Is that why you were crying? Because you’re sick?”
He sighed. “I mean, me being sick does upset me, yeah. But I wouldn’t cry over it.”
“Then why were you crying?”
His eyes found mine. “We were talking about you too.”
I felt hollowness in my chest and I averted his eyes. I couldn’t look at him. For what felt like forever, we looked out to the misty ocean as the sun rose behind us. No one said anything. Sometimes it was so quiet, apart from the waves and birds, that I questioned if we were even breathing anymore.
Eventually, I noticed something sitting beside him. “What is that?” I murmured.
He glanced to the book. “Oh, it’s another book. I don’t know, I just picked it up off the shelf.” He flashed a smile at me. “You inspired the reader in me.”
“What book is it?”
“Uh, Swimming to Chicago, by David-Matthew Barnes.” The cover depicted a male with a swimming cap over his head and goggles over his eyes as he splashed above the water.
“I’ve never read anything by him.” Our eyes met. “This could by 99.”
“Nah,” he said, placing it down. “We’ll choose something you like.”
“Read the first page,” I encouraged. He glanced at me warily before picking up the book.
“Chapter One,” he recited. “Summer started like seduction. They saw glimpses of it in late May, peeking through windows and dancing across every lawn in Harmonville. It snuck into their lives, flirting and tempting them with freedom from school, boredom, and homework. It was thick with promises of excitement, and hot possibilities of romance and s.x.”
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I clothed myself with the garments that had been scattered around the area before I exited the room. Anthony sat on the porch, wearing a blue hoodie. “Hey,” I hummed, taking the seat beside him.
“Morning.”
“How’d you sleep?”
His eyes twinkled briefly. “Perfect.”
I felt my cheeks blush as I said, “Me too.”
I contemplated what I would say next, but decided on, “What were you and Alex talking about yesterday morning, on the couch? You both were crying.”
I saw his facial features tighten. “Nothing.”
“That’s a lie.”
“None of your business.”
“Well, I’m sorry?” I breathed. “It’s just, you’re my boyfriend, and I’m kind of offended you won’t cry in front of me.”
“I don’t want to upset you.”
“It wouldn’t upset me. It’d prove to me you trust me.”
His piercing blue eyes glared at me. “I trust you.”
“What were you talking about?”
“You wouldn’t get it, okay?” he sighed. “Alex has been my best friend forever. You haven’t had someone like that. Someone with a million memories. So, for him to see me like this, it was upsetting.”
“Is that why you were crying? Because you’re sick?”
He sighed. “I mean, me being sick does upset me, yeah. But I wouldn’t cry over it.”
“Then why were you crying?”
His eyes found mine. “We were talking about you too.”
I felt hollowness in my chest and I averted his eyes. I couldn’t look at him. For what felt like forever, we looked out to the misty ocean as the sun rose behind us. No one said anything. Sometimes it was so quiet, apart from the waves and birds, that I questioned if we were even breathing anymore.
Eventually, I noticed something sitting beside him. “What is that?” I murmured.
He glanced to the book. “Oh, it’s another book. I don’t know, I just picked it up off the shelf.” He flashed a smile at me. “You inspired the reader in me.”
“What book is it?”
“Uh, Swimming to Chicago, by David-Matthew Barnes.” The cover depicted a male with a swimming cap over his head and goggles over his eyes as he splashed above the water.
“I’ve never read anything by him.” Our eyes met. “This could by 99.”
“Nah,” he said, placing it down. “We’ll choose something you like.”
“Read the first page,” I encouraged. He glanced at me warily before picking up the book.
“Chapter One,” he recited. “Summer started like seduction. They saw glimpses of it in late May, peeking through windows and dancing across every lawn in Harmonville. It snuck into their lives, flirting and tempting them with freedom from school, boredom, and homework. It was thick with promises of excitement, and hot possibilities of romance and s.x.”
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in his arms
Chapter 31
Anthony pulled his car into the gravel driveway
of Alex’s grandmother’s beach house. I jumped out of
the car and before anything else, I sprinted to the porch of the
house to get a look at the water.
It was absolutely beautiful.
I’d never seen anything like it before in my life. A blue infinity draped by a purple-pink sky as the sun glided over its waters. The grainy coast was radiating a somewhat golden color. This was more beautiful than anywhere else we’d been before.
I felt Anthony’s arms snake themselves around my skeletal hips. I placed my fingers on his, feeling him rest his chin on my shoulder.
“Would you rather walk the beach,” he asked me, pressing his lips to my ears, “or unpack?”
I smiled widely and without hesitation I murmured, “Beach.”
Hand in hand, we traipsed across the sand and glided our feet through the water. The crashing waves thundered beside us and a delicate, salty mist dampened our lips and tongues.
We listened to the voice of the ocean as it traveled across the waves, singing lullabies and sweet murmurs.
I glanced down to the sparkling sand beneath my bare feet. I wondered how many people had walked this sand before. I wondered how many people had slept on this beach before with the person they loved wrapped up in their arms as they lay intertwined on this sand.
I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled the beautiful, wholesome aroma that was that of the ocean. I felt it as it sailed down my throat, cooling it, making my chest feel full again.
As the beach was covered by a purple blanket of stars, Anthony and I decided to head back. Our footprints had been erased, just like those of year’s past. After we put our luggage inside, we decided to look around the small house. There was nothing to find except a bedroom with a queen sized bed, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The only room that was remotely interesting was the one just off the kitchen that overlooked the ocean. It was all hardwood flooring, no furniture. Just white curtains that swayed angelically if the windows were left open and allowed the breeze to flow inside.
I went back to the porch, this time wrapped in a sweatshirt, and perched on a large beach chair. Though it was too dark to see the ocean, I still loved listening to it.
Not long after, Anthony joined me. He didn’t sit, rather walked to the railing and leaned over it. So I stood from my chair to stand beside him.
He smiled down at me, and spun to press his lips against mine. He took my hands in his and pulled me closer to him. I slid my arms around his body, and he lifted me. I felt his tongue slither into my mouth. He carried me into the house, and I could taste the urgency, the yearning on his breath.
I found myself on the open hardwood floor. He had my body bound up in a place I was completely lost in.
My tongue sought for him, to feel his touch, to consume his taste.
Our bodies swayed across the floor in an entrancing manner. Two scrawny, naked bodies.
I felt his arms wrap around my unclothed torso. He has a way of making me feel like I was on air, like I had no problems. He created a world of his own by wrapping his arms around me.
“Kail?” he murmured just before I fell to sleep.
“Hm?” I purred.
“I just want you to know, that wherever you are, wherever I am, I’m yours. Okay? I’m yours.”
Argh I forgot to warn you guys that this is a poetic chapter. jiwedheoif. Sorry.
I like the next chapter a lot, so hopefully that will make up for it (:
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It was absolutely beautiful.
I’d never seen anything like it before in my life. A blue infinity draped by a purple-pink sky as the sun glided over its waters. The grainy coast was radiating a somewhat golden color. This was more beautiful than anywhere else we’d been before.
I felt Anthony’s arms snake themselves around my skeletal hips. I placed my fingers on his, feeling him rest his chin on my shoulder.
“Would you rather walk the beach,” he asked me, pressing his lips to my ears, “or unpack?”
I smiled widely and without hesitation I murmured, “Beach.”
Hand in hand, we traipsed across the sand and glided our feet through the water. The crashing waves thundered beside us and a delicate, salty mist dampened our lips and tongues.
We listened to the voice of the ocean as it traveled across the waves, singing lullabies and sweet murmurs.
I glanced down to the sparkling sand beneath my bare feet. I wondered how many people had walked this sand before. I wondered how many people had slept on this beach before with the person they loved wrapped up in their arms as they lay intertwined on this sand.
I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled the beautiful, wholesome aroma that was that of the ocean. I felt it as it sailed down my throat, cooling it, making my chest feel full again.
As the beach was covered by a purple blanket of stars, Anthony and I decided to head back. Our footprints had been erased, just like those of year’s past. After we put our luggage inside, we decided to look around the small house. There was nothing to find except a bedroom with a queen sized bed, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The only room that was remotely interesting was the one just off the kitchen that overlooked the ocean. It was all hardwood flooring, no furniture. Just white curtains that swayed angelically if the windows were left open and allowed the breeze to flow inside.
I went back to the porch, this time wrapped in a sweatshirt, and perched on a large beach chair. Though it was too dark to see the ocean, I still loved listening to it.
Not long after, Anthony joined me. He didn’t sit, rather walked to the railing and leaned over it. So I stood from my chair to stand beside him.
He smiled down at me, and spun to press his lips against mine. He took my hands in his and pulled me closer to him. I slid my arms around his body, and he lifted me. I felt his tongue slither into my mouth. He carried me into the house, and I could taste the urgency, the yearning on his breath.
I found myself on the open hardwood floor. He had my body bound up in a place I was completely lost in.
My tongue sought for him, to feel his touch, to consume his taste.
Our bodies swayed across the floor in an entrancing manner. Two scrawny, naked bodies.
I felt his arms wrap around my unclothed torso. He has a way of making me feel like I was on air, like I had no problems. He created a world of his own by wrapping his arms around me.
“Kail?” he murmured just before I fell to sleep.
“Hm?” I purred.
“I just want you to know, that wherever you are, wherever I am, I’m yours. Okay? I’m yours.”
Argh I forgot to warn you guys that this is a poetic chapter. jiwedheoif. Sorry.
I like the next chapter a lot, so hopefully that will make up for it (:
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in his arms
Chapter
30
I moved the last of my
luggage down the stairs to the car. Alex helped Anthony as they
loaded the car together. We weren’t staying at Alex’s
for a second night, but Anthony didn’t tell me where we
were going.
I watched Alex as he handed Anthony a set of keys. “She’s yours for the night.”
He toyed with the keys in his large hands, smiling. “Thanks.”
“She doesn’t have pets, and probably doesn’t have food. Oh, and there’s only one bed, but she has a porch that overlooks the ocean with a couch on it. And she has a grill, a television, books, and, yeah. Not much, but she’s an old lady.”
“No, really, it’s perfect,” Anthony assured, not taking his eyes off the key. “Thanks man. You didn’t have to do this.”
“Hey,” Alex said with a smile. “Anything for you.”
Anthony closed the trunk and flashed a smile at him. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Well, look, there’s something I have to tell you.”
He had Anthony’s complete attention now. “What?”
“Well, I mean, I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s safe for you to drive all the way back to Washington with your condition. So let me drive you.”
“No,” Anthony started, shaking his head and brushing him off.
“Anthony, c’mon, look. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I’m fine,” he denied.
“What if you hurt Kaitlyn?” Alex retorted. I watched as Anthony’s neck snapped around to look at me. His eyes traced my body for what seemed like forever. He studied me intently, as if I was the only thing that mattered.
He finally turned back around to Alex and hummed, “How will you get home?”
“I’ll bring her,” he said, flicking his head towards the house. “She’ll drive behind us.”
Anthony’s body seemed to shrug as he said, “Okay.”
I got into the front seat of Anthony’s car as he slid into the driver’s side beside me. “Where are we going?”
“Alex’s grandmother’s,” he told me firmly. “He was in charge of watching her house while she was on vacation.”
I let him be silent for a while. I knew he was upset, and I didn’t want to force him into speaking.
“She lives on the ocean,” he told me after a long silent moment.
I grinned widely. “I’ve never been in the ocean.”
He cracked a smile. “There’s a lot of stuff you haven’t done.”
You deserved this chapter. Good job.
So I watched the 3rd LOTR movie yesterday. I'm no longer obsessed with Smeagol but I still want to make passionate love to Legolas in the Woodland Realm after he's finished fighting in the Great War.
Speaking of passionate love, my cousin made me watch po rn today for the first time.
Don't do it, children, bad idea.
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I watched Alex as he handed Anthony a set of keys. “She’s yours for the night.”
He toyed with the keys in his large hands, smiling. “Thanks.”
“She doesn’t have pets, and probably doesn’t have food. Oh, and there’s only one bed, but she has a porch that overlooks the ocean with a couch on it. And she has a grill, a television, books, and, yeah. Not much, but she’s an old lady.”
“No, really, it’s perfect,” Anthony assured, not taking his eyes off the key. “Thanks man. You didn’t have to do this.”
“Hey,” Alex said with a smile. “Anything for you.”
Anthony closed the trunk and flashed a smile at him. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later.”
“Well, look, there’s something I have to tell you.”
He had Anthony’s complete attention now. “What?”
“Well, I mean, I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s safe for you to drive all the way back to Washington with your condition. So let me drive you.”
“No,” Anthony started, shaking his head and brushing him off.
“Anthony, c’mon, look. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I’m fine,” he denied.
“What if you hurt Kaitlyn?” Alex retorted. I watched as Anthony’s neck snapped around to look at me. His eyes traced my body for what seemed like forever. He studied me intently, as if I was the only thing that mattered.
He finally turned back around to Alex and hummed, “How will you get home?”
“I’ll bring her,” he said, flicking his head towards the house. “She’ll drive behind us.”
Anthony’s body seemed to shrug as he said, “Okay.”
I got into the front seat of Anthony’s car as he slid into the driver’s side beside me. “Where are we going?”
“Alex’s grandmother’s,” he told me firmly. “He was in charge of watching her house while she was on vacation.”
I let him be silent for a while. I knew he was upset, and I didn’t want to force him into speaking.
“She lives on the ocean,” he told me after a long silent moment.
I grinned widely. “I’ve never been in the ocean.”
He cracked a smile. “There’s a lot of stuff you haven’t done.”
You deserved this chapter. Good job.
So I watched the 3rd LOTR movie yesterday. I'm no longer obsessed with Smeagol but I still want to make passionate love to Legolas in the Woodland Realm after he's finished fighting in the Great War.
Speaking of passionate love, my cousin made me watch po rn today for the first time.
Don't do it, children, bad idea.
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in his arms
Chapter
29
I awoke later than I
would’ve expected; the sun was already high in the sky. I
was placed in my bed, which was strange. I didn’t even
remember being moved. I still had on the same clothes from the
night before, and the smell of the bonfire dripped off of them. I
loved it; I smelled of summer.
I changed out of my clothes and carefully opened the door. I wasn’t sure of the time, and I didn’t want to wake anyone. I knew Alex kept his girlfriend over, too.
I was cautious as I entered the kitchen because I heard voices. I didn’t want to eavesdrop. The only bit of anything I heard was Anthony’s voice muttering, “The whole thing is really screwed up.”
I pulled out a barstool from the counter, and both heads jerked up to me from the couch. It was surprising to find tears in not only Anthony’s eyes, but Alex’s too.
“Good morning!” Alex’s girlfriend piped as she made her way down the staircase from Alex’s bedroom, smiling widely. She was a gorgeous girl with pin straight chocolate hair and big blue eyes. “How did everyone sleep?”
Alex and Anthony averted her eyes while trying to wipe theirs, and just seeing the two of them so upset made me want to crawl back into a ball and sob. I regretted not snooping.
Alex’s girlfriend sat in a barstool across from me, grinning at me. “I slept good, thanks,” I told her when I realized Anthony and Alex would not answer. I was sure I’d heard her name last night, but at this point, it, along with everything else, had slipped my mind.
“Babe?” she called to Alex, leaning in the chair to see him, “How did you sleep?”
“Good,” he told her, then coughed. “Good,” he repeated.
She smiled, looking back to me. I felt Anthony beside me as he pulled out the stool next to mine and put his hand on my thigh.
“How did I get to bed last night?” I asked.
“I carried you,” Alex told me, standing beside me now, his eyes slightly bloodshot. I glanced to Anthony, but he was avoiding my eyes. “Anthony was too tired to even walk last night,” Alex said in his defense. “I had to help him to his bed too.”
Anthony shot Alex deadly glare, like he said something he shouldn’t have. My eyes widened as my heart dropped. “Wait, what?”
“Nothing,” he uttered, not looking to me. “Nothing, I’m fine.”
Alex’s girlfriend, who had an apple in her hand, smiled brightly. “Last night was fun though,” she offered in an attempt to lighten the mood. “But God, when you both fell to sleep, we thought you were dead.”
“What?” Anthony breathed.
“Everyone had to stop talking to make sure you were breathing,” she laughed, and I knew she meant it as a joke. I also knew Anthony would take it much harder than a joke.
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and I tried to comfort him by placing an understanding, living hand over his.
I watched as the sadness in his eyes melted away from my touch. He looked back up to me with love-filled eyes and did something I don’t think anyone expected.
He smiled.
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I changed out of my clothes and carefully opened the door. I wasn’t sure of the time, and I didn’t want to wake anyone. I knew Alex kept his girlfriend over, too.
I was cautious as I entered the kitchen because I heard voices. I didn’t want to eavesdrop. The only bit of anything I heard was Anthony’s voice muttering, “The whole thing is really screwed up.”
I pulled out a barstool from the counter, and both heads jerked up to me from the couch. It was surprising to find tears in not only Anthony’s eyes, but Alex’s too.
“Good morning!” Alex’s girlfriend piped as she made her way down the staircase from Alex’s bedroom, smiling widely. She was a gorgeous girl with pin straight chocolate hair and big blue eyes. “How did everyone sleep?”
Alex and Anthony averted her eyes while trying to wipe theirs, and just seeing the two of them so upset made me want to crawl back into a ball and sob. I regretted not snooping.
Alex’s girlfriend sat in a barstool across from me, grinning at me. “I slept good, thanks,” I told her when I realized Anthony and Alex would not answer. I was sure I’d heard her name last night, but at this point, it, along with everything else, had slipped my mind.
“Babe?” she called to Alex, leaning in the chair to see him, “How did you sleep?”
“Good,” he told her, then coughed. “Good,” he repeated.
She smiled, looking back to me. I felt Anthony beside me as he pulled out the stool next to mine and put his hand on my thigh.
“How did I get to bed last night?” I asked.
“I carried you,” Alex told me, standing beside me now, his eyes slightly bloodshot. I glanced to Anthony, but he was avoiding my eyes. “Anthony was too tired to even walk last night,” Alex said in his defense. “I had to help him to his bed too.”
Anthony shot Alex deadly glare, like he said something he shouldn’t have. My eyes widened as my heart dropped. “Wait, what?”
“Nothing,” he uttered, not looking to me. “Nothing, I’m fine.”
Alex’s girlfriend, who had an apple in her hand, smiled brightly. “Last night was fun though,” she offered in an attempt to lighten the mood. “But God, when you both fell to sleep, we thought you were dead.”
“What?” Anthony breathed.
“Everyone had to stop talking to make sure you were breathing,” she laughed, and I knew she meant it as a joke. I also knew Anthony would take it much harder than a joke.
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and I tried to comfort him by placing an understanding, living hand over his.
I watched as the sadness in his eyes melted away from my touch. He looked back up to me with love-filled eyes and did something I don’t think anyone expected.
He smiled.
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in his arms
Chapter
28
“Are you guys
alright?” Alex asked from the beach as Anthony carried me
to shore.
Anthony beamed down on me as he set me to my feet. “We’re just fine.”
“Uh, there’s a spare bedroom right off the den, across from the bathroom if you guys need to get changed,” Alex offered. Anthony took our luggage from his car and brought them up to the bedroom I would be staying in that night; Anthony offered to take the couch in the other room. I wanted to spend the night with him, I wanted to wake up to his face, but I wasn’t going to force him into doing anything he didn’t want to do.
As he put our stuff down, I immediately began stripping out of my wet clothes, and he followed me. After I was in my bra and underwear, I saw him sneaking glances at my half-naked body. I only smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He was a boy, after all.
I changed into the pajamas I would be wearing that night—a loose tank and gym shorts. I made my way to the porch where I found Alex and Anthony sitting on the beach together. The water would lap their feet every time a gentle swell pushed water to their level. I couldn’t hear them from my position on the porch, but I didn’t want to. They deserved to be alone.
I took a seat on a chair that overlooked the water, and suddenly, I felt so incredibly pitiful for Anthony. He had a life, and I didn’t. He had friends and a mom who cared and girls to be meeting and a young life to live that I just didn’t have. I wondered how greatly this change really affected him, and how well he kept himself together.
They sat in the sand together, just talking. Anthony kept his hood over his head, and I assumed it was to protect him from the sun. It seemed strange to me because it was so warm outside.
I didn’t want to be caught staring at them, so I went back inside. I was feeling tired, anyways, so I grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch until Anthony woke me up to get ready for the party.
* * *
I knew the party was going to be formal, so I dressed nicely. A tight, white dress with horizontal red stripes to make me look curvier than I was. At this point, I was just skin and bones.
All of Alex’s friends were at the party by 7:30. Alex promised Anthony and I ahead of time that there would be no alcohol or dr ugs, which were our big concerns. Anthony had already assured me that the kids they used to hang out with weren’t those kinds of kids.
Everyone who came to the party new Anthony in some respect, and they hugged him or kissed him and they talked to him for a long while. No one knew who I was.
The night was still young when Alex, Anthony, and a few other fit guys hit the beach and began digging a massive hole. Anthony couldn’t finish it, though; he grew too fatigued. It broke my heart to see him like that. It actually petrified me.
The bonfire they created was huge. I kept myself on Anthony’s lap, absorbing the heat from the inferno just feet from my body.
I listened as he laughed and told stories, reminisced and participated in the conversation. And then, randomly, he went quiet. I glanced up to him and found his head fallen back against the chair, his eyes closed. His breathing was gentle as he slept beneath me.
I grinned and snuggled my head into his chest, feeling myself falling asleep on top of him. And honestly, there was nothing I would’ve preferred over that moment.
Not even the cure to my cancer would’ve made me happier than I was in that moment.
Thank the Lord it's finally the weekend. This week seemed so long.
2 weeks to February vacay. Booyahh.
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Anthony beamed down on me as he set me to my feet. “We’re just fine.”
“Uh, there’s a spare bedroom right off the den, across from the bathroom if you guys need to get changed,” Alex offered. Anthony took our luggage from his car and brought them up to the bedroom I would be staying in that night; Anthony offered to take the couch in the other room. I wanted to spend the night with him, I wanted to wake up to his face, but I wasn’t going to force him into doing anything he didn’t want to do.
As he put our stuff down, I immediately began stripping out of my wet clothes, and he followed me. After I was in my bra and underwear, I saw him sneaking glances at my half-naked body. I only smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He was a boy, after all.
I changed into the pajamas I would be wearing that night—a loose tank and gym shorts. I made my way to the porch where I found Alex and Anthony sitting on the beach together. The water would lap their feet every time a gentle swell pushed water to their level. I couldn’t hear them from my position on the porch, but I didn’t want to. They deserved to be alone.
I took a seat on a chair that overlooked the water, and suddenly, I felt so incredibly pitiful for Anthony. He had a life, and I didn’t. He had friends and a mom who cared and girls to be meeting and a young life to live that I just didn’t have. I wondered how greatly this change really affected him, and how well he kept himself together.
They sat in the sand together, just talking. Anthony kept his hood over his head, and I assumed it was to protect him from the sun. It seemed strange to me because it was so warm outside.
I didn’t want to be caught staring at them, so I went back inside. I was feeling tired, anyways, so I grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch until Anthony woke me up to get ready for the party.
* * *
I knew the party was going to be formal, so I dressed nicely. A tight, white dress with horizontal red stripes to make me look curvier than I was. At this point, I was just skin and bones.
All of Alex’s friends were at the party by 7:30. Alex promised Anthony and I ahead of time that there would be no alcohol or dr ugs, which were our big concerns. Anthony had already assured me that the kids they used to hang out with weren’t those kinds of kids.
Everyone who came to the party new Anthony in some respect, and they hugged him or kissed him and they talked to him for a long while. No one knew who I was.
The night was still young when Alex, Anthony, and a few other fit guys hit the beach and began digging a massive hole. Anthony couldn’t finish it, though; he grew too fatigued. It broke my heart to see him like that. It actually petrified me.
The bonfire they created was huge. I kept myself on Anthony’s lap, absorbing the heat from the inferno just feet from my body.
I listened as he laughed and told stories, reminisced and participated in the conversation. And then, randomly, he went quiet. I glanced up to him and found his head fallen back against the chair, his eyes closed. His breathing was gentle as he slept beneath me.
I grinned and snuggled my head into his chest, feeling myself falling asleep on top of him. And honestly, there was nothing I would’ve preferred over that moment.
Not even the cure to my cancer would’ve made me happier than I was in that moment.
Thank the Lord it's finally the weekend. This week seemed so long.
2 weeks to February vacay. Booyahh.
Oh and I'm like halfway done with my book. About. I'm so excited to get it done (:
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in his arms
Chapter
27
“How long will you be gone?”
“Two nights, I think.”
“Where will you be staying?”
“Anthony’s friend’s place.”
I could tell she was hesitant to let me go, but she ultimately said, “Alright. Call me if you need anything.”
Anthony and I smiled up to her. “Thanks, Morgan.”
She nodded. “Any time.”
Anthony put his luggage in the back of the car and I asked him lowly, “Are we staying at his place both nights?”
He snorted. “Of course not.”
It wasn’t safe for him to drive, with the effects his brain tumor had on him, but for some reason, he insisted on driving anyways. The car ride was longer than expected, but not long enough for me to fall asleep, which was the only thing I wanted to do at that moment.
There was a familiar music coming from the radio, and I turned it up slightly. The song was "At Last" by Etta Jones.
“I love this song,” I swooned.
He grinned slightly. “You like old-timey music?” he teased.
I shoved him slightly. “Shut up.”
As we began getting closer, a fresh odor filled the car. It wafted in from all directions and sent me freefalling into a beautiful trance. I’d never smelled it before, but I instantly knew what it was.
The ocean.
Anthony pulled his car into a narrow driveway, and a boy with shaggy blond hair stood on the front porch, smiling widely.
“That’s Alex,” Anthony told me before stepping out of the car. “We’ll stay at his place tonight. He lives on a lake, so it’ll be fun.”
“What about tomorrow night?”
“Let me worry about that, okay?” he assured with a smile, stepping out of the car. I followed behind him as we traipsed the stairs to the porch.
“Sup, man,” Alex greeted, pulling Anthony into a hug.
“Not much. Missing home.”
“Yeah, we miss you too, dude.” Alex’s gaze shifted to me. “You’re Kaitlyn?”
I smiled politely and bobbed my head. Anthony grinned at me, like he was proud of me.
He smiled. “Nice to meet you. Uh, the party won’t start until seven, so you guys have the beach to yourself for like, six hours. I won’t intrude.” Alex looked out over the water. “There’s volleyball, basketball, jetskis, rafts, canoes—“
“Oh,” I hummed, latching onto Anthony’s arm. “Let’s go canoeing.”
“Alright,” he agreed, looking up to Alex. “We’re going canoeing.”
I was feeling very fatigued, I assumed a side effect of the chemotherapy, so Anthony offered to do the rowing. I felt like Allie from The Notebook, and Anthony was my Noah.
After Anthony got tired, he put the oars down and just relaxed, staring at me.
“What?”
An uncontrollable devious grin spread from ear to ear as he rocked the canoe. It was slight, but just enough that it knocked me off my seat and into the water, with him right behind.
“I hate you!” were the first words that came out of my mouth when I hit the surface, but they were drowned out by his laughter. I decided not to repeat them; his laughter was something I couldn’t interrupt.
I like this part of the story c:
By the way there's a foreign exchange student in my school from Mexico. His name is Miguel and he's really cute and I'm determined to get his number.
That's all.
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in his arms
Chapter
26
People lined the
streets, more than I had expected for one single soldier
returning from war. Anthony and I had determined his name,
Benjamin Garcia.
He was a 30-year-old father of two girls, a five and two year old.
Anthony and I stood together in a line that stretched the length of the street. I leaned over the thin rope, and he kept his hands on my hips as he watched with me.
He loved keeping his hands on me. He loved touching me, not for that reason, but because he liked being close to me. But I didn’t have a problem with it, I loved being touched. I loved the tender feeling of his fingers against my bare skin. I used to feel so ugly, so awkward and unworthy when I first started chemo. But Anthony had a way of making me feel so comfortable in my own skin, so beautiful.
He made me feel beautiful.
“This is awesome,” I murmured as I watched a marching band stomp past us and stop just past us in the street. They played upbeat, patriotic songs in honor of the veteran.
A herd of dancers flew past us as well, and they sprawled about in the center. Their bodies moved so flawlessly, and I was envious.
People along the sides that watched all this happen were in hysterics. They screamed and hollered, adrenaline pumping through them with the excitement of the moment.
And after all the commotion had subsided, a black limo slowly pulled down the street, causing the crowds to scream louder, and I watched as Benjamin exited, smiling widely, still dressed in his camouflage. His wife and two girls followed close behind. They lingered by the limo, the mother holding their hands, while Benjamin walked to the end of the street and began greeting all of the people who came to support him. He shook their hands, and I assumed he didn’t know most of these people. He still treated them like close friends.
He arrived at the person beside Anthony and I. His gruff voice said, “Thank you so much. This means everything to me.”
I prepared to have my hand shaken, but instead, his wide eyes just stared at me as soon as they fell on mine. “Hello,” he greeted.
I smiled, reaching for his hand. “Hi. Oh, this is such an honor, to meet you.”
“An honor to meet me?” he repeated. “Why, it’s an honor to meet you.”
I was a little taken aback. “Do you know me?”
He shook his head. “No.”
I only smiled, shaking his hand. I was still confused. “Well, you’re an inspiration.”
“You are too,” he told me, pulling me into an embrace. As he hugged me, he told me, “Keep fighting.”
As he backed up, he looked to Anthony. “Why don’t you all go wait with my wife? I want to talk with you further. I mean, if you don’t mind.”
I glanced up at Anthony, and he confirmed, “Of course.”
We introduced ourselves to his wife and his two little girls. After he was finished, he came back over to us, told us about how amazing we were for undergoing what we were at such a young age, and then handed us his phone number. He said whenever we needed anything, just to call.
As Anthony and I made our way back out to the streets to call a cab, we looked the number over.
“Are we really that big of a deal?” I asked him, smiling.
He shrugged, a grin set across his face. “I mean, I guess so.”
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He was a 30-year-old father of two girls, a five and two year old.
Anthony and I stood together in a line that stretched the length of the street. I leaned over the thin rope, and he kept his hands on my hips as he watched with me.
He loved keeping his hands on me. He loved touching me, not for that reason, but because he liked being close to me. But I didn’t have a problem with it, I loved being touched. I loved the tender feeling of his fingers against my bare skin. I used to feel so ugly, so awkward and unworthy when I first started chemo. But Anthony had a way of making me feel so comfortable in my own skin, so beautiful.
He made me feel beautiful.
“This is awesome,” I murmured as I watched a marching band stomp past us and stop just past us in the street. They played upbeat, patriotic songs in honor of the veteran.
A herd of dancers flew past us as well, and they sprawled about in the center. Their bodies moved so flawlessly, and I was envious.
People along the sides that watched all this happen were in hysterics. They screamed and hollered, adrenaline pumping through them with the excitement of the moment.
And after all the commotion had subsided, a black limo slowly pulled down the street, causing the crowds to scream louder, and I watched as Benjamin exited, smiling widely, still dressed in his camouflage. His wife and two girls followed close behind. They lingered by the limo, the mother holding their hands, while Benjamin walked to the end of the street and began greeting all of the people who came to support him. He shook their hands, and I assumed he didn’t know most of these people. He still treated them like close friends.
He arrived at the person beside Anthony and I. His gruff voice said, “Thank you so much. This means everything to me.”
I prepared to have my hand shaken, but instead, his wide eyes just stared at me as soon as they fell on mine. “Hello,” he greeted.
I smiled, reaching for his hand. “Hi. Oh, this is such an honor, to meet you.”
“An honor to meet me?” he repeated. “Why, it’s an honor to meet you.”
I was a little taken aback. “Do you know me?”
He shook his head. “No.”
I only smiled, shaking his hand. I was still confused. “Well, you’re an inspiration.”
“You are too,” he told me, pulling me into an embrace. As he hugged me, he told me, “Keep fighting.”
As he backed up, he looked to Anthony. “Why don’t you all go wait with my wife? I want to talk with you further. I mean, if you don’t mind.”
I glanced up at Anthony, and he confirmed, “Of course.”
We introduced ourselves to his wife and his two little girls. After he was finished, he came back over to us, told us about how amazing we were for undergoing what we were at such a young age, and then handed us his phone number. He said whenever we needed anything, just to call.
As Anthony and I made our way back out to the streets to call a cab, we looked the number over.
“Are we really that big of a deal?” I asked him, smiling.
He shrugged, a grin set across his face. “I mean, I guess so.”
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in his arms
Chapter
25
We sat in my living room
together as he recited the final lines of the awful book that was
Mesmerized by Julia Crane. With relief, he placed the
monstrosity on my table.
“Thank God that’s over,” he sighed.
“No kidding,” I giggled. “That has got to be up there for the worst books I have ever read.”
“Any ideas for the next one?”
I shook my head, smiling at him. “You should choose the next one. Make it boyish so that you’ll enjoy it too.”
“I’m not reading for me,” he retorted.
“You should still be enjoying yourself. Surprise me. I’ll choose the last one.”
“Alright,” he said with a smile. “Deal.”
We were in the small den alone. Morgan and Aidan were out on a date, and Mom was God-knows-where.
“Why isn’t your mother ever around? I haven’t even introduced myself to her yet.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, standing from the couch, “that’s because she hates me.”
“She hates you?” Anthony breathed, laughing in shock. “Why does she hate you?”
“I look like my dad,” I shrugged. “She hates my dad.”
He nodded gently. “My mom hates my dad too.”
“Why?”
“Never pays child support or sees me.” His eyes met mine. “You?”
“Cheated and left for his new family,” I explained, turning into the kitchen.
“I doubt she hates you.”
“She never comes to visit me in the hospital. She never tells me she loves me or even looks me in the eye. Isn’t a mother supposed to want the best for their daughter?” I asked, and he was left speechless.
I grabbed a handful or cashews as he asked, “Can I see your bucket list?”
“Why?”
“Let’s look for something to do today.”
“What if I don’t want you to see it?”
He shot me a look. “Just go get it.”
So I did. I went to my room and retrieved the paper and handed it to him. He laughed shortly as he read some of the things over.
“Go to the Cape? We could do that next weekend. I was actually going there anyways; it’s my best friend’s birthday.”
I shrugged. “Well, okay.”
“There’s actually a parade going on in the city today,” he informed me, pointing to number 23. “A soldier’s returning from overseas. I don’t know him, but I mean, it’s for a good cause.”
“How’d you know?” I asked.
“My mom told me. It was in the local news. Wanna do that?”
I nodded. “Sure.”
As I stood to put the list away, he caught my wrist. “Why didn’t you want anyone seeing that?”
I shrugged, looking the paper over. “It’s kind of important to me. It’s the only thing that’s mine.”
He grinned widely, tilting his head. “You’ve got me.”
The worst has yet to come, my children. If you thought this was bad wait until tomorrow night's.
Oh and I got a date with a British boy on Saturday but I cancelled because he was ugly lol I'm kind of shallow. I also flirted with a different cute boy today but the only problem is he has a girlfriend );
Oh and Smeagol from LOTR is my new obsession and I'm going to marry Legolas okay bye.
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“Thank God that’s over,” he sighed.
“No kidding,” I giggled. “That has got to be up there for the worst books I have ever read.”
“Any ideas for the next one?”
I shook my head, smiling at him. “You should choose the next one. Make it boyish so that you’ll enjoy it too.”
“I’m not reading for me,” he retorted.
“You should still be enjoying yourself. Surprise me. I’ll choose the last one.”
“Alright,” he said with a smile. “Deal.”
We were in the small den alone. Morgan and Aidan were out on a date, and Mom was God-knows-where.
“Why isn’t your mother ever around? I haven’t even introduced myself to her yet.”
“Yeah,” I sighed, standing from the couch, “that’s because she hates me.”
“She hates you?” Anthony breathed, laughing in shock. “Why does she hate you?”
“I look like my dad,” I shrugged. “She hates my dad.”
He nodded gently. “My mom hates my dad too.”
“Why?”
“Never pays child support or sees me.” His eyes met mine. “You?”
“Cheated and left for his new family,” I explained, turning into the kitchen.
“I doubt she hates you.”
“She never comes to visit me in the hospital. She never tells me she loves me or even looks me in the eye. Isn’t a mother supposed to want the best for their daughter?” I asked, and he was left speechless.
I grabbed a handful or cashews as he asked, “Can I see your bucket list?”
“Why?”
“Let’s look for something to do today.”
“What if I don’t want you to see it?”
He shot me a look. “Just go get it.”
So I did. I went to my room and retrieved the paper and handed it to him. He laughed shortly as he read some of the things over.
“Go to the Cape? We could do that next weekend. I was actually going there anyways; it’s my best friend’s birthday.”
I shrugged. “Well, okay.”
“There’s actually a parade going on in the city today,” he informed me, pointing to number 23. “A soldier’s returning from overseas. I don’t know him, but I mean, it’s for a good cause.”
“How’d you know?” I asked.
“My mom told me. It was in the local news. Wanna do that?”
I nodded. “Sure.”
As I stood to put the list away, he caught my wrist. “Why didn’t you want anyone seeing that?”
I shrugged, looking the paper over. “It’s kind of important to me. It’s the only thing that’s mine.”
He grinned widely, tilting his head. “You’ve got me.”
The worst has yet to come, my children. If you thought this was bad wait until tomorrow night's.
Oh and I got a date with a British boy on Saturday but I cancelled because he was ugly lol I'm kind of shallow. I also flirted with a different cute boy today but the only problem is he has a girlfriend );
Oh and Smeagol from LOTR is my new obsession and I'm going to marry Legolas okay bye.
*I don't notify, please don't ask.*