It was twilight. The sun was setting and Shane sat with his guitar on the roof, basking in the beauty.
He felt a rustle next to him and saw that Mitchie was climbing up next to him. "Hey."
"Hey! Nate said you've been up here all day."
"Yeah, well I've been doing some thinking."
"About what?"
"About life, my music, and you." He mumbled the last part, grateful for the pink light reflecting off of him, hiding his blush.
"Sounds deep." Mitchie placed a hand on Shane's shoulder. "Well if you need anything - anything at all - I'm here."
"Thank you a-and I need to tell you something."
"What's up?"
"Mitchie, I-I'm dying."
"What?"
"I'm dying, Mitchie. Its my HCM. I have six months to live unless I get a transplant." Shane said, his voice broken.
"You're Shane Gray! You'll get one." Mitchie said, trying to re-assure the terrified boy.
"I'm number two on the list." He held up a medical beeper. "Once they have a heart for me, they'll contact me. B-but they said it's not very likely considering the six month span."
Tears rolled down Mitchie's face. "Shane, I'm sorry. I wish I could help."
Shane looked up, trying to wipe away the tears escaping his eyes. "You can help me make the next six months, the best of my life."
"I promise." Mitchie's voice came out low and hoarse.
Hope you like it. Chapter two should be up soon!
-Sandra