Okay. So Basically I Forced Myself To Write This. I Literally Cut Myself Off From Everything To Finish This, Which Is Why It Sucks So Hard Core. I Am So Sorry. But It's Done. Half My Hair Is Gone, But It's Done. Praise The Lord. So The Bad News I Got, Got Worst, And Worst. And Basically, My Boyfriend Most Likely Won't Ever See The End Of His High School Years. And Then The Three Years He Had Left, Lowered To One. So I Figured, While I'm In Bed Anyways, Might As Well Write… Well, Everything Was Crap. So After Hours And Hours Of Editing, And Rewriting, Here Is My Chapter.

I Turned Around So That I Was Facing Him. There Was Hope In His Eyes, Hope That I Couldn't Stand Looking At. I Quickly Looked Down, And Shuffled My Feet. 'No. It's Okay Fabian. You Don't Have To Tell Me. It's None Of My Business… I, Ummm… Need To Flip The Grilled Cheese, Excuse Me.'

How Would I Be Able To Take Him Telling Me He Has A Crush On Someone Else? For The Heck Of Me, I Could Never Take That. It Was Better To Just Change The Topic. I Bet You It's Amber… Or Patricia. Or Maybe Even Mara. They're Both Smart. They'd Have So Much To Talk About, So Much To Discuss As They Sit Alone In The Corner Of The Common Room. Gosh, Nina. Clear Your Mind. Think About Tomorrow. Where Will We Be Going? I Wonder What Stores We'll Stop At.

'But-' I Ignored The Voice, It's Too Hard. All These Thoughts Came To My Mind As I Wiggled My Way Out Of His Arms, And Flipped The Grilled Cheese. Coldness Overcame Me As Soon As His Skin Left Mine, And The Tingling Sensation Was Gone, Too. Fabian Slowly Walked Away, And Turned On The Stereo. Some Slow Song Came On, And He Quickly Fumbled With The Buttons, Trying To Change It. I Turned To Him, And He Mumbled Under His Breath About 'Stupid Songs' Or Something Like That. The Blush That Was On His Face, Most Likely Matched Mine.

'Ummm… They're Done.' I Grabbed Two Paper Plates, And Laid Them Out On The Counter. Fabian Came Up Behind Me, And I Held My Breath, Hoping He'd-Once Again-Hold Me In His Arms. Sadly, He Reached Around Me, And Grabbed The Bread And Butter To Put Away. My Breath Came Out In A Big Rush, As Disappointment Came Over Me. Flopping The Cheesy Bread Onto The Plates, I Tried To Cover Up The Frown With A Fake Smile.

Fabian Grabbed A Plate From My Hands, And Led Us Out To The Balcony-The One Room I Had Yet To Explore. The Glass Doors Made It Look About One Half Of The Size Of The Living Room. But Once You Step Out, It Was Not Only Longer, But Also Wider. There Was One Glass Table, With Black Chairs Surrounding It. There Was Also Two Black Recliner Beach Chairs, And A Television Mounted Onto The Ceiling, So When You Were Sitting In The Chairs, You Could Watch It. There Was-Once Again-A Stereo. And A Small Little Hand Bowl, Used For Washing Your Face Or Hands Before A Meal. Five Guesses What The Colour Theme Was. Yes! Black And White! Again!

Fabian Set Down His Plate, And Pulled Out One Chair-One Of The Ones At The Head Of The Table-And Gestured For Me To Sit Down In It. Once I Did, He Pushed The Chair In, And Took A Seat In The Chair Facing Me.

I Looked Down At My Plate, And Cut The Grilled Cheese In Half, Then Fourths. All My Appetite Was Gone, But If I Pushed Away The Food Now, Fabian Would Question My Actions. I Slowly Forced The Food Down My Throat, As I Stared At The Table, And Traced Patterns Into The Floor With My Toes. (Author Note: Am I The Only One Who Does This When Things Get Awkward? Please Tell Me There's Others Who Traces Patterns With Their Toes Too!) I Didn't Dare Look Up At Fabian, And He Didn't Try Making Conversation.

As Soon As The Last Piece Was Swallowed, We Both Stood Up. Awkward Silence Filled The Air, Waiting For One Of Us To Be Brave Enough To Break It By Moving Or Speaking. Slowly-Avoiding Eye Contact-I Walked Past Him Into The Kitchen, Where I Threw Out The Plate. I Called Over My Shoulder, 'I'm Going To Sleep. Sleep Wherever You Want To,' As I Walked Into The Bedroom And Grabbed My Pajamas. Slipping On The Short Baby Blue Shorts, And The Black Cami, I Thought Over My Clothing Choice. If I Knew I Would Be Sharing A Bed, I Would've Packed Something Less… Revealing.

Curling Up Under The Big, Black Comforter, I Thought About The Day. As Hectic And Wild As It Was, It Still Was Pretty Good… Up Until The Last Hour… Which Is When I Switch My Thoughts To Tomorrow.

We're Going Shopping In Town All Day. That Seems Like Fun Enough. And There's Tons Of Those Old Antique Store s-The Ones With The Adorable Old Dresses From The Past… Yes. We'll Surly Have To Stop There. And Then We'll Have To Stop At A Bookstore And Buy An English-French Dictionary. And Of Corse, Fabian Will Want To Go To The Most Famous Science Museum There, The Cité Des Sciences Et De l'Industrie. Goodness, That Alone Will Take Up Hours. And We'll End The Day Off With A Nice Dinner At The Restaurant Right Next Door. Seems Like A Perfect Day. And There Wi-

A Knock On The Door Interrupted My Thoughts. Fabian Shyly Stepped Into The Room And Laughed One Of Those Nervous Laughs. His Hair Was Covering His Eyes Due To The Fact That He Was Staring At The Carpet. He Laughed Again, And Then Tried To Speak. He Sounded Scared And Nervous As If I Were About To Kill Him. 'Can I Just Sleep In Here? On The Floor, Of Corse.' He Blushed About Ten Different Shades Of Red. 'I Just Feel Better When… We're Not Separated… When I Can See You, And I Know Where You Are…' His Thumb Twiddling Stopped And He Glanced A Look At My Eyes, Before He Quickly Looked Back Down At the Carpet, Blushed, And Started Fidgeting With His Thumbs Again.

'Yeah. Of Corse You Can. I Mean It's Your Room, Too.' And Even I Heard The Hesitation In My Voice As I Spoke The Next Sentence. The One Sentence That Would Either Be Token As A Friendly One, Or A Romantic Statement. 'And… The Bed. I Mean, We Can Share The Bed. Like, Friends Share Beds All The Time. And It's Not Awkward For Them… Just Think Of It As Like… You Sharing A Bed With… Your… Cousin. And I'll Think Of It As I'm Sharing With Amber. See? No Weirdness At All…'

His Nervous Laugh Filled The Room Again. 'Ummm, Nina? You're Rambling. I'll Just Grab My Loungewear And I'll Get Changed. Ummm… I'll Be Back.' Bending Over His Suitcase, He Grabbed His Clothes, And Made His Way To The Lavatory. I Watched Till The Light Flicked On Behind The Door, Then I Looked Away And Dug My Head Back Into My Pillow. There Were The Occasional Thuds From The Bathroom, And The Sincere Apologies That Followed. It Was Not Enough To Worry Me Though, My Thoughts Took Up All Free Space Inside My Brain.

I'm Going To Be Sharing A Bed With Fabian! Fabian, Oh Fabian. Fabian Who I Haven't Even Kiss Yet, And Here We Were, Soon To Be Sharing A Bed. I Wonder What He's Thinking. Is He As Nervous As I Am? What If I Kick Him During The Middle Of The Night? What If He Accidently Elbows Me? Do I Tell Him In The Morning? Or Do I Keep It A Secret? Oh Dear. The Light Just Went Out. Oh Frickin' Goodness.

The Creaking Of The Door Was Loud Enough To Be Heard In The Next State. I Heard Nothing That Was To Say He Was Walking To The Bed, But Next Thing I Noticed Was Him Standing Over Me, Shirtless. A Small Gasp Passed My Lips. He Was Barely Able To Be Seen In The Glow From The Alarm Clock.

'Ummm… We Need To Leave The Hotel By Nine. With That Being Said, What Time Do You Want To Wake Up At?'

His Question Startled Me. I Should Have Known The Next Thing He'd Say Would Be A Simple Question. 'Eight? I Need To Take A Shower And Have Breakfast…'

He Set The Alarm In Silence And Then Walked To His Side Of The Bed. He Waited About Five Minutes Just Standing There, Breathing. When He Finally Moved, It Was To Laugh. 'Didn't You Hear Me Walking To The Alarm? You Jumped Like I Scared You.'

I Shook My Head. Real Smart. If You Couldn't See Him In The Dark Then He Can't See You, Dummy. 'No. I Didn't Hear You. I Guess After Sneaking Around So Much At Anubis House, You've Gotten Good At It.'

He Laughed And Quietly Sat Down On The Edge Of The Bed, So He Was Facing Away From Me. His Voice Sounded Like He Was Scared Again. 'Are You Sure It's Okay If I Sleep Here? I Don't Want To Feel Like I'm Pressuring You Or Anything.'

I Laughed A Nervous Laugh, But His Sounded So Much Cuter Than Mine. 'Fabian. It's Really Okay If You Sleep Here.' I Smiled A Sincere Smile, And Once Again Called Myself Stupid. He Can't See You. He Can't See You. He Can Not See You At All. Now Quit Smiling Like An Idiot.

'Okay,' He Said, And With A Sigh And A Mutter, He Slipped Under The Covers And Laid Down. I Could Feel His Body Heat Even Though He Was A Foot From Me. And Even With The Comforter, I Was Still Cold. So Making Use Of The Warm Body Next To Mine, I Touched My Right Big Toe To His Leg, Moaning Out Loud At The Warmth Of His Body. And Without My Command, The Rest Of My Foot-Then Leg-Moved To Followed My Toe. Within Ten Minutes Of Sitting There, The Silence Grew Annoying, And The Right Side Of My Body Was Pressed Up Against His Right Side. I Made Sure I Moved Slow Enough Not To Wake Him, But Not Too Slow As To Startle Him.

And Within Five Minutes Of Being Pressed Up Against Him, I Fell Into The Deepest, Most Content Slumber, Ever.

So Thank You To Everyone Who Messaged Me, And Helped Me. It Really Means A Lot. Soo… I Guess You Guys Want The Full Story. I Know If I Were In Your Shoes, I'd Want It. Soo… Here We Go.

My Boyfriend Has A Heart Disease. One He's Known About His Whole Life. Something's Not Normal With The Blood Flow. The Left Side Of His Heart Doesn't Work. And At Times, He Seems Like A Normal Teenage Boy, With A Normal Life. But Other Days, He Seems So Ill, He Can't Even Get Out Of Bed. He Tries To Hide The Pain From Those He Loves, But It's Clear He's Hurt. Soo… The Doctor's Gave Him Three Years, At Least. But Lately, He Hasn't Been So Well, And They Think He's Getting Worst. So Within One Year, Ether He Will Be (Hopefully) Getting Better, Or I'll Have A Hole In My Heart That Could Never Be Filled.

So, If You Could, Can You Guys Just Pray Everything Will Be Okay. That Nothing Is Set In Stone, And That Things Happen For The Best. Please. Also, I Plan On Deleting This Note, But Keeping The Chapter. So
It's An Unspoken Wish For You To Not Comment About This. I Do Not Want Your Sympathy, Or Your 'I Understand Your Pain.' I'd Like All Comments To Be About The Chapter. And In One Week, This Note Will Be Deleted, And We Will Never Speak Of This Again, Expect For The Occasional Update. Please And Thank You. I Love You Guys.