LWTB2

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I know this is kind of short and everything, but I wanted to post this before I went to bed, so I didn't have much time to write it. Please review and let me know what you think.

"How are you feeling?" Gabriella asked Isabella as she sat down for breakfast the next morning. Isabella hardly talked to anyone anymore, due to the weakness the chemo gave her. Some people taking the treatment hardly have any side effects, but the few like Isabella that do suffer terribly.

"Okay." Isabella smiled sincerely, showing Gabriella that she was okay and nothing more. 'Okay' wasn't perfect or terrible, it was just 'okay'.

"Okay?" Gabriella asked. "Just 'okay'? Izzy, you don't have to lie about it to me. If you aren't feeling well, you can tell me." Gabriella placed her olive hand over Isabella's pale, cold one.

"I'm okay, Gabriella. Not good, not bad, just okay." She sighed. "I feel much better than I did, but to tell you the truth I think this chemo therapy is just a way to stretch my time left, not cure me."

Gabriella nodded, tears flowing into her eyes and blurring her vision. She didn't want to cry in front of her; it would just make Izzy cry and become even weaker.

"Gabriella," Izzy smiled softly. "Do you love Troy?" Gabriella's eyes snapped open, and immediately she forgot about the tears and heart ache.

"W-What?" Gabriella stammered and lowered her gaze to the table. "I don't know what you're talking about..." Her voice trailed off.

"It's okay," Izzy giggled lightly. "I'd like to know before...before..." She couldn't finish her sentence.

"Don't think like that." Gabriella stated. "Don't think like that at all, Isabella. You're gonna be here as long as you can. You're going to be here long enough to see your son graduate high school and college. You're going to be there at his wedding and see his wife, who ever she may be, give birth to your first grandchild. So don't you dare, don't think that way. I know you're strong..."

Gabriella smiled a closed-lip smile, her eyes sparkling with tears. "I hope you're right." She whispered. "You know, Gabriella, I see a lot of your mother in you."

"Really?" She smiled at her mother's best friend.

Izzy nodded. "Mhmm. And I also see that you're more logical than your mother, because unlike her, you haven't fallen for the wrong man."

"I hope you're right." Gabriella whispered and glanced back down at the table.

"So," Isabella chuckled. "Are you going to answer my question from earlier." Gabriella couldn't help but laugh and blush.

"I sorta hoped you had forgotten about that." She shook her head in embarrassment, but when she looked up into her godmother's eyes, she knew she couldn't lie to her. "I do."

"Do you think he loves you?" She asked Gabriella carefully. Gabriella's chocolate eyes grew darker.

"I don't know..I don't...I don't think so...I mean, I used to not believe he did at all, and anymore I feel this spark of hope that he does. I feel this...this feeling that he does, but it quickly fades. I guess, seeing what my mother went through, it's hard to believe that a man can actually love you." Gabriella shrugged. "I don't believe in fairy tales. It's not all 'happily ever after', because even though some stories don't say that, they always end in a happy way. And just because it ends in a happy way, it doesn't mean that they didn't go through more troubles after."

Isabella nodded, taking in Gabriella's words and thinking of what a smart and beautiful girl Gabriella was. "When Jack and I first started dating, I had all the doubts in the world that he loved me. Sometimes I still have doubts, but they quickly fade. I love him with all of my heart and I know he loves me in return. We've had our good days and our bad days, but in the end everything is fine."

"He loves you so much, Izzy. He really does." She patted her hand softly. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Isabella leaned onto the table, growing tired by the minute.

"Do...Do you think that Troy loves me?" Gabriella's voice was soft and hopeful. Isabella nodded easily, a smile growing on her beautiful, yet tired face.

"Yeah, I do. I could tell the very first day you came here. The car ride home from the air port when he handed you the pillow and placed it on his lap, I knew that eventually you guys would fall head over heels with each other." She chuckled, her eyelids growing heavier.

"You shoud go upstairs and rest, I'll make my breakfast." Gabriella stood up and walked over to grab the eggs out of the refrigerator.

"You sure?" She mumbled, standing up and already heading up the stairs.

"Positive." Gabriella smiled.

"Mmm.." Troy came up and wrapped his arms around Gabriella's waist from behind, as she threw her dishes in the sink. "Smells good. Would you like to fix me some?"

"Uh, excuse me? Fix your own breakfast, lazy ass. If you got up earlier, you could get a full breakfast." He nodded, and began pressing his lips to her right ear lobe. "Stop." She giggled.

The shiver that ran up her spine was breathtaking and the tingles in her toes were uncontrollable.

"Stop what?" He mumbled, pressing his lips down onto her sensitive spot, right where you can feel your heartbeat if you press your fingers there hard enough.

"M-m-making me...uh...making me feel this way." She sighed and unwrapped his arms from her. "I'm sorry." She shook her head.

"Feel what way?" He asked huskily, and she suddenly felt turned on by the sound of his voice. Why was she all of a sudden having these urges? Before she couldn't stand the touch of him, due to the fact every time he touched her more than usual she had flashes of her childhood and Jason. But now...Now she was beginning to feel all the normal feelings a teenager should have, with the exception that she wouldn't be a teenager in a year. She was finally growing up and learning to move on.

"Like I'm floating on cloud nine." She giggled. "And....nothing. Nevermind." She shook her head and buried her head into the hollow of his throat as her cheeks burned bright red.

He laughed loudly and pulled her face to his by slipping his thumb under her chin. Their cheeks brushed slightly and he pressed his lips softly to her smooth cheek. "And what? You don't have to be embarrassed, Brie. It's just me."

"That's just it!" She sighed and rolled her eyes, irritated with herself. "It's you and I'm not used to feeling what I'm feeling and since it's you that's making me feel these things, it's would be so embarassing to tell you." She sighed again and plopped into the wooden chair, running her fingers through her raven hair.

"Brie," His voice was husky. She sighed loudly, trying to make her point that the only reason she was about to say it was because he was pushing her to.

"Turned on, okay!?" She shouted while throwing her hands up in the air. "Are you happy, Troy? Is that good enough for you? I said it, okay?"

The room was silent, except for the gentle sound of their breathing.

"I think I'm going to go take a shower." Troy broke the silence and as he walked passed her, he placed a soft, gentle, tender kiss onto her forehead.

Her spine shivered, her pulse raced, her breath caught in her throat, and she was overwhelmed with this aching feeling between her thighs.

God, the things he was doing to her...