Fly With Me

"Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine, so won't you fly with me?"

I was supposed to be reading a fairytale to a girl with a terminal illness. I wasn't though, or I was, but I wasn't focusing on it properly how could I when I was reading it with Mitchie?

How could I read something with Mitchie right in front of me? I watched as her pink, cushioned lips formed the famous words penned by J. M. Barrie. I watched her smile with glee due to the fact she was making a child who would be dying in the near future happy. She'd always wanted to do something like this. As I was her best friend, I remembered it. As soon as the opportunity popped up, I signed us both up. It wasn't just for the children; it was for my best friend.

Rarely did a smile cross her face these days. Ever since her father died she hardly ever smiled. She just wasn't happy. I had to do something to see her pretty smile, even if it was for small moments.

This was one of my last ideas. I only had one left. I was saving my best for last. This one proved to be working very well though.

Her eyes sparkled like they used to. All of this came from doing something good for sick children. She really was an amazing person. Not many people I know would do something like this. Actually, I think Mitchie was the only person.

I heard the frail girl giggle at a line in the book. I glanced at Mitchie after looking at the patient. She was beaming. I couldn't remember the last time I saw her smile like that. It made me want to hug the unlucky girl I was reading to. One simple giggle brought back my Mitchie. The Mitchie I fell in love with.

That's right; I'm in love with my best friend. How cliché. It wasn't really though, because I fell in love with her long before she became my best friend. I became her best friend simply to get closer to her; to see what made her tick. I fell in love with her even more as I got to know her.

She truly was an incredible individual. She gave up so much to make others happy. She tried to give at least fifteen dollars a week to charities. She used to do that even before she was famous, back when her parents were having money problems. She always helped people. If someone asked her for help, she could not say no. It was just impossible for her. She has the most amazing voice. It brought a smile to anyone who heard its mouth. Her lyrics were so deep and meaningful. They echoed life and the human condition so perfectly. She could always find it in her heart to forgive someone, no matter what they had done.

In short: I wasn't worthy to be in her presence, no one was.

"Shane." I her say with her wonderful voice.

"Yeah Mitch?"

"It's your turn." She said as she passed me the open book. As I took it from her hand, our fingers brushed. I felt a spark. It was a familiar spark; I felt it whenever I touched her bare skin.

I saw her quickly look at me in shock. Did she feel the spark too? By God, I hoped she did. I had waited long enough for my feelings to be returned. I didn't mind waiting forever though, as long as Mitchie was still in my life.

Her lips opened slightly, as if she were about to say something. She looked towards the sick girl and pressed her lips together. It probably wasn't something she could say in front of the poorly girl.

An hour later, visiting hours were over. I watched Mitchie talk to the fragile girl. She pressed a kiss to her head.

"Goodbye Meaghan, it was an honour meeting you." She said. Meaghan smiled at my best friend.

"Back at you. You too Shane. Thank you both for taking time out of your busy lives to visit me, it means a lot."

"It was our pleasure." I told her. She smiled, waved and her eyes flickered shut. The poor girl was exhausted.

Mitchie walked to me and we quietly left the room.

"Thank you Shane. You have no idea how much this meant to me." She whispered.

"I'll do anything for you Mitch, you know that." I looked down at her to see silent tears falling down her face. Her smile was no longer there. I pulled her into a hug. "What's wrong?"

"I just wish there was something we could do to help her. I feel so bad that we get to do all the things that we dreamed of, and she has to stay in a hospital all day, waiting for the inevitable to happen."

"Hey, you shouldn't feel guilty just because Meaghan was unlucky. Meeting her should make you want to live your life even better than you already do."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, meeting her today made me realise that I shouldn't take anything for granted, and that should take many more risks, because I never know when my life could be cut short." She pulled away slightly and looked up at me. "Which is why I'm going to tell you something I haven't told you before." I let out a slow breath, letting go of all my apprehension. "Mitch, I love you."

A smile crossed her face. It was even bigger than the one she had had after Meaghan giggled.

"Really?" She squeaked. I chuckled at her. She was far too cute.

"Really, Mitch. I have done for about six years now." Tears fell down her face again. "Why are you crying? Doe the thought of me loving you repulse you that much?"

"No, I never thought I'd hear those words come out if your mouth. I'm not crying because I'm sad; I'm crying because I'm happy. The happiest I've been in years. Because you know what, I love you too Shay." I could feel my mouth turning into a clown smile. Not only did she say the words I'd been waiting for her to say for five years, but she called me the nickname which she hadn't used in years. That was how I knew she was being serious. I leaned my head down and pressed my lips to hers.

What a sight that must have been; us kissing in a hospital corridor with massive smiles on our faces.

All it took was a terminally ill child and Peter Pan and Wendy.

AN: So this is the first fic to go on the joint account. Woop. And it's by me, Kirsty AKA mymakeupsmearedeyes. Suck on that Laura and Nicole. Tee hee. This is to go with a new challenge we're starting. We're all doing some. The next one I'm going to do is Much Better. R&R