Author's Note: For some reason I forgot a description of Gabby in my first chapter. It got deleted from the document or something. Here it is: Gabrielle Smith, a short, petite sixteen year old with red hair and green eyes, who was about 5 feet tall and weighed about 105 lbs. Sorry about that 

In the car on the way home

"Gabby do you want to talk about—" her mother began asking timidly before being cut off by Gabby's replied, "No." in a sharp, waspish tone.

"We have to talk later then. And we have to call your father too."

"Tomorrow." Gabby closed her eyes and leaned her seat back, effectively finishing the conversation. As she lay there, she began to think. A double lung transplant. She felt like crying. This was bad. She knew now that without it, she'd basically die. But with it she might too. My world is about to come crashing down around my ears no matter what I do. I need someone to talk to, someone who will actually understand. I need to talk to Sam.

Sam Stein, Gabby's best friend, confident, and boyfriend was the one person she knew would understand her. As a fellow CF patient, he knew how hard her life was because of everything in it.

Once home, Gabby made a beeline for her computer. After signing on, she double clicked on Sam's screen name and began typing.

PhatGabby127: Hey

HitchHikerSam42: hey girl! How'd the appointment go?

PhatGabby127: 9-1-1

HitchHikerSam42: Emergency Service Speaking. What's up?

PhatGabby127: How much do you know about double lung transplants?

HitchHikerSam42: Not very much. Why?

PhatGabby127: Dr. Phillips wants me to get one

HitchHikerSam42: You're kidding right?

PhatGabby127: I wish. Sam, I'm freaked out here! After years of not being a serious CF case suddenly I'm dying and need a transplant.

HitchHikerSam42: Whoa. Calm down. It'll be ok. Are you going to do it? What are your other options?

PhatGabby127: There are none. And I don't know

HitchHikerSam42: WTF do you mean, "You don't know?" If it's your only REAL choice then you have to go for it. You can't just give up. We need to talk. Face to face. What are you doing tonight?

PhatGabby127: Nothing but I need to ask my mom if I can go out. BRB

Gabby quickly went downstairs to where her mother was.

"Mom, can Sam and I go out? We need to talk."

"Sure honey. You know the rules."

"In before eleven and don't break any laws."

"And call if you're going to be late!" her mother added.

"Great. Thanks mom. I'll let you know what we're doing and when he's coming to pick me up." Gabby smiled as she left the room and headed back upstairs to her bedroom.

PhatGabby127: Mom says I can go out. What do you want to do?

HitchHikerSam42: how about we go to dinner, talk, and then catch a movie if we have time? Your curfew's 11 right?"

PhatGabby127: sounds great.

HitchHikerSam42: I'll pick you up around 5 is that OK?

PhatGabby127: sure see you then. Bye!

A/N: sorry for the short chapters but I have no time to write atm it seems! Thanks for reading please r/r!