haha so i wrote like a 2000 word author's note and then exited messanger and my stupid laptop exited fanfiction too before i could save it. darn you laptop. darn you to heck. So...basically all i said was i got no sleep last night so i'm really really hyper cuz i had like 6 caffinated beverages today and also it's really windy and a tree fell down and totalled some kid's car at my school. :S Oh and my Science teacher says Tuesday like Tyoosday and we all mock him everytime he says it and today as soon as he said we had a quiz on tuesday we were all just like "Tyoosday" like literally everyone in the class all at the same time. Weird. :S Also, anyone know if Billy Nye's dead? Someone in my class said he is. K, that's all. wow, I'm good at summarizing.
Zora's POV
"Grady," I whispered, opening his bedroom door and peeking inside. He was laying on his bed sound asleep. I checked my watch. I was almost an hour and a half late. I tiptoed over to his bed and shook him gently.
"Ngghhhh," Grady moaned, rolling over and putting his pillow over his head.
"Grady," I repeated. Grady's eyes flew open and he sat up and karate chopped the air. Then he noticed it was me.
"Oh, it's you," he said, laying back down. "Sorry I didn't stay up to wait for you. I was super tired and it was getting late..."
"Don't worry about it," I interrupted, not wanting Grady to feel guilty. "It's my fault for being late. Wesley and I lost track of time." If only he knew what we were doing that had made us lose track of time,I thought. It wasn't like we'd gone all the way, but I still felt bad about sneaking around and going on dates with Wesley behind Grady's back. I hated myself for doing this, but I was in too deep now. I knew I should break up with Grady if I wanted to be with Wesley, but the thing was, I wanted to be with Grady too. How could I choose betwee the two most amazing guyes in the whole world.
"I'm just glad to know you're okay," Grady said, smiling at me. It seemed a little forced though. Oh no. Could he know?
"W-what's wrong?" I asked nervously.
"I don't think I'm supposed to say anything..." he began. "But you're my girlfriend, so I guess the secret thing doesn't apply to you." Grady paused as if he was still debating over whether he should tell me or not. "Malena...has leukaemia."
"What?" I exclaimed. "You mean like...leukaemia leukaemia?" Grady nodded. "Why doesn't she want people to know?"
"She didn't want anyone to worry," he explained. "Only you, Nico, and I know."
"Are you sure it's okay that you told me?" I asked.
"Of course," Grady answered, putting his arm around me and pulling me close. "We don't keep secrets from each other, right?" I forced a smile.
"Right," I answered half-heartedly. Way to make me feel like a horrible person, Grady.
Why does music on the radio SUCK so much these days? LIke seriously? Ooh baby baby lalalalalala? What the fuck? Only one of those words is a real word.
Peace out suckahs...and people who aren't suckahs too. I fell like i've been discriminating against all the actually half-decent people. Anyway, POS. :)
