"JULIA!" I heard my mother call form my room. "You need to clean your room!" Then before I can yell back she said, "And Julian can't help you, you have to do it by yourself for once!"

I rolled my eyes at her and then looked at Julian with mischief in my eyes. He looked back realizing my expression and immediately I started for the window. Once I was back in my room, I made sure my mom was downstairs, and then I motioned for Julian to come over. He jumped onto the tree, and landed gracefully in my room.

It wasn't even that messy! I had been cleaning out my bookshelf, so there were just books all over my floor.

"Shall we get started, then?" he asked in a false posh voice.

"We shall," I replied in the same voice.

We both laughed and got to work.

After about an hour, my bookshelf was tidy and the floor was visible. There was a huge black bag sitting next to me filled with books to donate to charity.

"Do you wanna take a drive with me down to the charity bin?" I asked. Julian pouted. "But it smells bad there," he replied.

I sighed. "If you come with me, we'll go get ice cream afterwards, okay?"

He grinned happily and said, "Okay!" I smiled. I swear, there's a three year old trapped inside of him.

After dumping the bag of books into the bin, we went to the small ice cream parlor down the street. As usual, I got plain chocolate ice cream while Julian ran around grabbing a bit of every topping.

After 10 minutes, we finally sat down and began to eat our ice cream. I looked at my phone to check the time. 5:30.

"Oh shoot, I have to be home by 5:45 for dinner!"

"Well, I guess we should leave then; we don't want your mom to throw a fit," he replied with a smile.

I laughed, remembering what had happened the last time. We took our ice cream and got in the car.

"Be careful, I don't want you getting ice cream all over my brand new car," I said, half joking-half serious.

"Don't worry, you know I wouldn't do that," he said while winking.

As we were driving home, we came to an intersection. I thought the guy to the right of me was letting me go, plus I had the right of way. But of course, we both went at the same time so I slammed on my brakes. Immediately, I heard a 'splat!' Julian looked at me guiltily.

"Oops," he said. I glared at him playfully.

"You better run when we get home," I warned.

"You're not gonna catch me; I can run faster than you," he said.

"We'll see about that."

The next five minutes were silent, but not awkward. Then, I decided to turn on the radio and find a good station. I decided on 102.4 Classic Rock. They were playing the very end of Bohemian Rhapsody, and then I heard the beginning notes of "Don't Let Me Down" by The Beatles. I squealed and started singing with the song.

Julian rolled his eyes. "Oh no, here she goes again," referring to my fan-girling which often consisted of squealing and/or screaming, jumping up and down, and singing at the top of my lungs. I just laughed and continued with my craziness.

It's not that Julian didn't like The Beatles; in fact, he actually loved their music and influence. But I suppose after being around me enough he's gotten a bit tired of my obsessive habits. He also knew that George Harrison was my favorite Beatle, which of course resulted in constant teasing.

"This song isn't even by George and you're still freaking out!" Julian said, laughing.

"So? John is my second favorite Beatle, and I have every right to freak out over him and his songs," I said defensively while smiling.

"Well, looks like your Georgie has some competition now!"

"Oh shut it, you."

We finally made it back to my house, much to Julian's apparent relief. He was probably thinking that I was going to crash the car because I was fan-girling so much. In my defense, I have learned to drive while fan-girling and I have to say I am quite good at it.

I pulled into my driveway and immediately Julian raced out of the car. I laughed and chased after him.

"You're never gonna catch me, Julia!" he yelled.

"Watch me!" I yelled back.

Julian actually was very fast, but I was just as fast. He ran across the street and onto the sidewalk. Of course, I followed him. I was determined.

As I was running across the wide street, I saw a car about 50 feet away. I easily judged that I would be able to make it across the street before the car came too close. And then, I tripped.

I looked to the right, and saw that it was the same car as the one at the intersection. All right then, he'll see me and stop.

Apparently I have terrible judgment because he didn't slow down. I looked across the street and saw Julian run out from behind a tree.

"JULIA!" he shouted. "JULIA NO!"

I looked at him with sad eyes, and looked back at the car. Then, everything slowed down.

You know how they say that when you're about to die, everything goes in slow motion? Well, they aren't exaggerating. It was like the kind of dream where you try to run but it feels like you're running through mud. I looked at the car and studied it. It was old and a bit rusty – looking, with chipped paint and bird droppings on the hood. The license plate was hanging off at one end and it read "GH2JL56." Then I looked up at the driver sitting behind the wheel. And guess freaking what? He was texting.

He was looking down at his phone and typing what was most likely a text of no importance. And the worst part? He was laughing. Looking down, texting, and laughing. Not the best combination, if you ask me.

The car was about 10 feet away from me now. I continued to stare at the driver. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally looked up.

His eyes grew wide with fear at the sight of me and he and I both knew it was too late.

I took one last look at Julian. His face was filled with shock, horror, and sadness. His mouth hung open as if he was trying to say something but he couldn't get the words out. I saw his eyes start to glisten.

My eyes started to glisten, too, but I smiled. In fact, I smiled so big that I almost started laughing. I guess the irony of the situation got to me. The girl with cancer who has 5 months to live gets hit by a car 5 months too early.

Looking at Julian's face made me smile even more. He had that adorable confused look in his eyes and his eyebrows were scrunched together. A few tears escaped from his eyes, but he smiled, too. Just a tiny one, but a smile nonetheless.

Julian's smile was the last thing I saw before the world went black.