That's All
Chapter One
"I love you."
"No you don't."
"Yeah, I think I do."
I turned toward the boy, my green eyes watching him intently. He had a smug grin painted across his face that I wanted to slap off, I had known this kid all my life and he did not love me.
"No you don't. Do you know what love is? It's a word. A four letter word consisting of l, o, v, and e, the most unromantic letters in the English language. Millions of people swear they feel it's magic but it's actually just a chemical reaction we call love. Love doesn't even sound nice, it's too sharp. You don't love me, I refuse to be four lettered by you."
"You're hot when you're nerdy, did you know that?"
"Shut up."
"I'm serious, I don't know many girls who would give you a lecture on the word love after you told them you loved them. It's slightly mental."
"I'm shocked that you are now finding out that I'm crazy."
"I've been blinded by your beauty, that's all."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
"Stop flirting."
"That's all."
My hands gripped onto the wheels of my wheelchair and I started to roll away, I was wasting my time with this kid. Love me or not, I just wanted to leave. It wasn't like I hated him, this kid was my best friend. I just didn't want him to love me. I didn't want to be a grenade, even though I already was.
Grenade, that's what us cancer kids are. People love us and care for us, when we're gone we leave them in tears. We damage everyone who had ever cared about us when we say goodbye to this curle planet we call Earth, they say it's unfair that we had to go (which I agree with) and they become hurt. We hurt them when we go and I didn't want to hurt this kid. I didn't want to get close to him, he would be hurt the most.
Cancer. It's called osteosarcoma. I've lost both my legs to it, and instead of hooking me up with some fake legs, they gave me a wheelchair. I actually like the wheelchair better than the idea of two fake legs. It lets my difference show, it lets people know I am grenade not to be messed with. Not to get close to. Right now I've been without cancer for two years, I was 14 when I learned osteosarcoma was inside of me. Now I'm NEC (no evidence of cancer) and living the life a legless 16 year old should.
He grabbed the handles of my chair, the chair's name is Alfred, and held me back. I looked back at him.
"Let me go." I ordered.
"Not likely, I just told you I loved you." He said. This kid could be a piece of work.
"So you did. Goodbye." I shot back, I watched this kids hands on Alfred, he had to let go sometime. I removed my hands from the wheels and waited for him to say something romantic.
"Do you love me too? I mean, we spend everyday together." He said with a little cough. Lung cancer. He was still undergoing treatment.
Did I love this kid? There was no question. His bald head made his brown eyes look completely sexy. He was muscular and taller than most cancer patients. Most people became their disease, it was like he didn't even have one. I loved him, but I was a grenade. And my time was coming to an end closer than his.
"Listen, I've told you. I'm-"
"A grenade, I know. But you're healthy now, and you don't have to worry. I love you Emily." He said.
"Luke, osteosarcoma takes one, or two, limbs at a time. If it really likes you, it takes the rest. If I get another scan and..." I couldn't finish. I knew what happened to Augustus once his came back. I wasn't looking forward to this kid kissing my cheek in my casket. His hand was gone, I wheeled away as fast as Alfred would allow me and soon I was gone too.
