~Kim's Pov.~
The next morning I run my eyes and roll over, feeling someone next to me. I scream and jump out of bed. The person sits up, "What's wrong?" He groans. "It's only you." I say a smile spreading across my face. He looks at me. "Are you okay?" He asks, confused. I look at him, "Sorry I was surprised waking up, naked, next to my best friend." I say defensively. Jack looks up at me, "Aww, I'm Kimmy's best friend." He says, smirking. I slap him. "Shut up Brewer." I grab his shirt off the ground and put it on, walking into my closet. Wrapped in a towel, I throw his shirt back to him, "Change, now." He smirks as I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. Half an hour later I get out. I change in the bathroom and walk into my bedroom. Jacks not there. I sigh, then hear banging in the kitchen. I smile a little before heading down the hallway, "Um, Jack?" I ask, walking into the kitchen. He turns, smiling at me instantly. "Kimmy!" He exclaims. I look at him, "What are you making?" I ask, walking over to him. I squeal as I look over his shoulder, "Pancakes and bacon? That's my favorite!" He smiles, "We've been best friends since we were 4. Of course I know your favorite breakfast." I punch him lightly. "Ow Kimmy! That hurt me, right here." He pouts, pointing at his heart. "Aw, poor Jackie. Now, stop being a baby."
-2 months later- (still Kim's pov.)
I finish making breakfast as there's a knock on my door. I walk to the door, "Hello?" I say, opening the door slightly. Seeing Grace standing there, I open the door all the way, I see tears running down her face, "What's wrong Gracie-Bell?" I ask, she just cries harder, "Jerry, fought, I, him." I sigh, then start to feel sick, "Grace, I'll be right back." I say, running to the bathroom. I collapse and start throwing up. Half an hour later Grace comes and knocks on the door, "Come in." I moan. She pushes the door open, "Hey Kimmy, you okay?" I shake my head weakly. "Grace, I've been getting sick for the past week." She opened her mouth to respond, as my cell phone rang, "Kim, it's your mom." Grace tells me. I answer it, putting it on speaker,
( -Kim, ✨-Grace, -Mrs. Crawford)
Hey mom.
✨Hey momma C
Hello Kim, Grace.
What's up mom?
Well, Kimberley, your grandmother was diagnosed with brain cancer yesterday, she's asking for you.
I'll be there tomorrow.
I hang up and look at Grace, "Tell Jack, after I leave." I tell her, tears starting to run down my face, Jack and Grace are twins. She nods, "Sure." We walk to my laptop, finding plane tickets to my hometown, Boston Massachusetts. My plane leaves tomorrow at 2, in the morning. "You can have the apartment." I tell Grace, she hugs me. The rest of the day we sat and watched movies. At about midnight I left for the airport.