[Warning: This chapter is really long. Things are getting wrapped up for we are coming to an end in 4-6 chapters then we'll have a two part epilogue. Special thanks to Katie for inspiring me to get myself together and end this story the way it was suppose to end. I love you all for reading this story. Don't forget to review, because this is almost it; even though I'm really sad to say that.]

Complicated

Chapter Nineteen.

Chris was sitting in the waiting room of his doctors hospital in Atlanta. He hadn't had a check up since he'd left New York and was desperate to find out if the chemotherapy was paying off. He was sure this would go one way or the other and desperately hoped for the best. He knew, he knew that not many people survived this illness that he had. He knew that it was a miracle he survived it the first time. But her also knew that he wasn't ready for whatever came out of that hospital room.

"Okay, let's start with angles. It's always a good place to start." Crystal said smiling at her best friend.

"Ugh, angles." Chris groaned.

"Maths test on Tuesday, remember? Now what type of angle is that?" She said pointing to the book.

"Okay, okay… a right angle?" Chris asked hopefully.

"Close." Crystal said.

"Really?" Chris asked smiling.

"No, it's acute you idiot." Crystal said closing the book. "Let's take a break." She giggled throwing the book onto the ground.

"Okay," Chris said leaning on her desk, "Why is this so important?" he asked.

"Because it's maths, and you need to pass it if you want to graduate." Crystal said biting the end of her pencil.

"No matter how well I do, Mr D is still going to fail me." Chris sighed.

"Because you don't even try, you come late, you skip, come on. I'm your best friend and even I know you hate maths." Crystal said rolling her eyes.

"Can I stay for dinner?" Chris asked ignoring her as he smelt the homemade lasagne Crystals mother was making.

"Of course, let me go tell master chef." Crystal beamed running downstairs.

"Christopher Henrie? Dr Frank will see you now." A nurse said approaching Chris, this was it.

"Okay, I cant stand to look at you. All I see is baby bump." Taylor teased Miley walking into Nick's room.

"When did you get here?" Miley asked sitting up.

"You said you needed a friend, and like the fairy godmother said… here I am." Taylor said sitting on the bed.

"Nick let you in?" Miley asked.

"Yeah, I bought Joe and food so there were no protests." Taylor giggled. "How's your week been?" She asked.

"Good, stressful but good. I finally got a hold of my best friend, who is flying out tomorrow. Exciting right?" Miley asked.

"Vanessa's coming back, that's awesome." Taylor said smiling. "So, you haven't told Nick yet?" She said.

"Not yet, the perfect moment hasn't arrived yet." Miley whispered.

"I don't think it will if you keep stalling." Taylor said looking at Miley sympathetically.

"I'm not stalling." Miley defended.

"You totally are, but I forgive you." Taylor said playfully hitting Miley's shoulder.

"The perfect moment will come." Miley said smiling at Taylor.

"Okay, okay. The real reason I come here," Taylor said smiling, "was because I need your help." Taylor admitted.

"I knew it. What?" Miley asked.

"I think Joe is going to ask me to move in with him and I don't know how to say no." Taylor said really fast.

"Slow down! How did you find out?" Miley asked.

"I heard him, practising/ I don't know but his defiantly planning on doing it." Taylor mumbled.

"Sweetie, tell him the truth." Miley advised.

"Because you take your own advice and tell Nick the truth?" Taylor asked hopefully.

"Not in a million years." Miley smirked not falling for it.

Chris felt nauseous, he felt sick. All of the days he'd spent thinking about it coming back to him. He didn't want to do it alone, he wouldn't be able to. He wasn't strong enough to handle this alone. The nurse looked at him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Mr Henrie?" He asked softly.

Chris didn't know what happened. Suddenly the room was spinning and his vision was blurred. He tried to stand up, face his fate. But the next thing her knew, he was down on the ground.

Crystal giggled in Chris's ear as they sat in the back row of the movie theatre watching 'Honey, I'm Home'. She rolled her eyes as his stayed fixated on the screen.

"Chris?" She whispered.

Chris turned to look at her, noticing how close their faces were. He moved his head back. "Yeah?"

"These jokes are corny, you're not seriously enjoying this movie?" She asked leaning her head on his shoulder.

"It's actually really good." He commented.

"Wow, you really amaze me sometimes." Crystal whispered.

"Demi Moore looks gorgeous as a runaway bride." Chris said looking at the screen.

"Why is she kneeling? Is she going to propose?" Crystal asked.

"Well, she ditched him at the alter." Chris said stuffing his mouth with popcorn.

"You're so cheesy." Crystal sighed.

"I'm romantic." Chris defended.

"You're a hopeless ro-maniac." Crystal giggled.

"Your jokes aren't funny." Chris glared at her.

"You have no humour."

"I do too, I have plenty humour now hush." Chris said looking back at the screen.

"I think this is one of the worst first dates I've ever had." Crystal said as her and Chris stood on her porch.

"You loved it though, right?" Chris asked.

"It was… something." Crystal whispered.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow night for tutoring?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, goodnight Chris." Crystal smiled playing with the ends of her long blonde hair.

"Night Crys." Chris whispered walking away.

"Wait!" Crystal called out moments later, rushing after him. "I know I called you cheesy and said this was the worst first date ever but I'd really like it if you'd kiss me." She sad in one breath.

Chris didn't even hesitate, soon enough his lips were on hers. She smiled deepening the kiss before pulling away.

"You've got potential." She whispered.

"Goodnight Crys." Chris said trying to fight off the huge smile on his face.

"Goodnight." Crystal said walking into her house. She smiled at her mother, squealing. "Perfect first date, just perfect." She said waltzing over to her mother.

"Really?"

"Really." Crystal said running up the stairs.

"Kevin, it's just a trim." Demi said glaring at Kevin, who was glaring at Danielle.

"I do not need a haircut, D." Kevin hissed.

"Yes, you do." Both Demi and Danielle said in unison.

"I was talking to Dani." Kevin said.

"Oh, my bad." Demi giggled.

"You're always complaining about your stupid hair, so we need to cut it, nothing too drastic. Demi's your cousin, don't you trust her?" Danielle asked rocking Joey back and forth in her arms.

"Not really…" Kevin mumbled.

"Hey! Girl with scissors near your neck who's kind of offended!" Demi cried out.

"Just… not too much, okay? I still want to recognise myself." Kevin said looking at Demi.

"Of course." Demi smiled.

Danielle smiled as she went and put Joey down. She frowned when she felt her phone ringing and vibrating in her pocket. Pulling it out she exited Joey's room, leaving the door open a peak so he could get out when he woke up. She walked to the end of the hall, opening the phone.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Dani, it's me." She heard a familiar voice.

"Brandi?" Danielle asked.

"Yeah, can you – come over?" Brandi said.

"Are you crying?" Danielle asked slowly.

"… Yeah, please." Brandi sniffled.

"I'm on my way." Danielle said hanging up and leaving her house.

"You used me!" Crystal screamed lunging toward Chris angrily. She was crying, her face red with anger as she glared at her boyfriend of two years. She rolled her eyes, "I was stupid to think a guy like you would even think of dating me!" She screeched as her friend held her back.

"Stop it, Crys. He's not worth it." Annabelle said trying to get Crystal away from Chris who looked too shocked to move.

"Well, that's it! You're not going to make me look like an idiot!" Crystal screamed as people started to stare.

"I- I'm sorry." Chris stuttered.

"Come out the fucking closet!" Crystal screamed breaking free of Annabelle's grasp. She stormed over to Chris, so their faces were slow close they could hear each other breathing.

"What?" Chris whispered surprised.

"I saw you… I saw you, and you're a freak. You aren't normal, god you need help." Crystal said slowly, pronouncing each letter clearly, making sure he understood how much she resented him.

"You… don't mean that." Chris stuttered.

"You don't know how much I mean it. Everyone knows, Chris. You're gay. You're a sick, twisted, idiotic person who couldn't see that we were perfect together. You were my everything for two years, and now… I hope you know, I hate you." Crystal said so quietly Chris wasn't sure if he was hearing things.

"Mr Henrie?" Dr Frank said as he noticed Chris opening his eyes up.

Chris sighed, putting his hand on his head. "What happened?" He asked.

"You took a pretty hard fall to the head when you passed out in the waiting room." Dr Frank said sitting down on his chair and looking over at Chris.

"I passed out?" Chris asked.

"Yes, but that's to be expected. You're blood pressure is really high, Chris. So, it's obvious that you've been working really hard and have gotten stressed out." Dr Frank said.

Chris sighed, knowing that he was right.

"I'm afraid, it's bad news Chris." Dr Frank said.

And just like that, Chris knew he was loosing the fight.

So here we are, nineteen chapters in. This story is indeed ending soon… I'm going to try and get it to 200 reviews before it ends, can we do that? Please review! I promise, in the next 4-6 chapters a lot is going to happen with Niley. Katie forced me into it so there will be another Rated M scene before the ending, and a lot of crying on my behalf.

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