Okay
forget about the lame corny story about me and Derek. I realized
that I really don't want to write it . sorry.
So this is what happened.
A
few days ago I found out I'm in remission.
It was honestly the greatest moment of my life.
I was crying and Derek was hugging
me so hard it almost hurt.
He ran down the hallway pushing me
in a wheelchair (that wasn't mine) screaming
"SHE'S FREE!"
and I was laughing and smiling and I was happy.
We got yelled at by five different
nurses
and we were trying so hard not to laugh.
Then they left, and my mom went to
the bathroom,
and it was just me and Derek.
And I was just so happy and
energetic, I thought,
"F.uck it"
and walked over to him and kissed
him, and he kissed back.
So, I can't really call him my brother
anymore.