I woke up. It was still different every time I got up. I had been home for about a week and a half, still adjusting to my cancer-free lungs. Augustus had come over once or twice. Both he and I were resting, attempting to adapt to the sleep schedule that we would be having in Amsterdam. It was difficult due to the want to sleep while the sun was down, but we managed. We ate with each other every two days, switching between picnics and eating at a small café. We really didn't care much about what we ate or where, we were both just in a complete trace. Not only were we going to Amsterdam in just a few days, but we were going together without having to worry of one of us having an episode with our cancer.

I went to the doctor that morning, not for cancer but just to see how well my lungs were operating. Much to the surprise of everyone I was operating at a higher capacity, fifteen percent more to be specific. If I wasn't moving around or doing that difficult of a physical activity I didn't need to have my nubbins in. They also allowed me to downgrade the size of my oxygen tank. This new one I didn't have to wheel around because it was light enough for me to carry in a backpack (Augustus went and bought this really cute designer bag. He admitted that he asked the clerk at the store to help, but it was still sweet) and I began to adapt to my new lifestyle.

That night I went over to Augustus' house along with Mom and Dad. Our two families ate dinner together, exchanging different ideas about how the trip to Amsterdam would go. Mom rambled on about the tourist guide books she bought and how there were so many cultural sites that she didn't know how we were going to fit the time in to sleep. "I think your mother is more excited than we are combined." Augustus attempted to whisper but failed miserably and the entire table erupted in laughter, with the exception of Mom. Even dad grimaced and let out a chuckle or two. "You guys just don't appreciate the culture like I do!" She made a valid argument. I could care less about the statues and museums, I was more concerned with spending days with the man of my dreams in a foreign country.

We all finished eating and split into separate groups. I was a pretty night outside. Augustus and I laid in his backyard, our hands interlaced. We looked up into the stars and gazed upon the beauty. "Any idea how many there are?" I asked. The stars had always intrigued me. The way they shine and how you could draw things with them. "I never had, but I would guess more than 5," he laughed and I squeezed his hand and rolled onto of his chest. It felt so nice being able to lay on his soft and muscular chest. "Okay," I stared into his eyes and pressed the tip of my nose against his "Okay," he mumbled. The moment his lips touched mine I was paralyzed. We had been kissing more and more since I got out of ICU, but they somehow kept getting better and better with each last one. His hand ran through my hair and we pressed our bodies together losing the world around us.