Sassy.
Standing there, looking distraught and broken, but still in her element. She walks over to us in her usual catwalk style, but looked somehow defeated.
"My blood group is also B negative, and I'm ready to donate it to him." She says straight faced, looking at the doctor, not even sparing us a second glance.
The doctor immediately whisks her away for further medical checkups. I'm just staring at all this.
Alastair and I walk to the canteen. Both of us haven't eaten anything since the last 14 hours or so. I'm starving and so is he.
"What was that about? I thought Sassy hated you all?" I say.
"No. She only hates me. As for Stuart, she madly loves him."
I gasp.
"She told you?"
"No, all of us could see that. Audrey knew though. And she used to tell me about it."
"No wonder she did everything she could for him."
"Sassy might be a bitch, or wait, she already is, for the entire world. But she's the sweetest person to Stuart. She can do anything for him."
"Ivy?"
"What about her?"
"I mean, where does she fit in all of this?"
"She's his best friend, and she definitely means a lot to him. But that is it. Stuart is far from ready for commitment right now."
"He loved Sassy?"
"He's never been in love."
"I don't fit in all this right?"
Huh, I didn't mean to say that out loud.
"What do you mean?" He says, puzzled. So cute.
"What I mean to say is, you people; Roland, Melissa, Sassy, Stuart and even Ivy, all of you have been friends since so long. You people are what they would call a friend circle, the in crowd. I feel like an outsider. Like I don't belong here." I say, fidgeting with my hands.
"Did someone say something?" He asks angrily.
"Oh god no. Let it be. Come we'll eat something." I say holding his hand.
We sit on a table but he continues talking. "Grace."
"Yeah."
"Of course you belong with us. With me. Friendship isn't about how long you've known someone. It's about being there. You've proved it by being with us, standing next to us in our difficult times. You say Stuart's popular right? It's of no use at all. Because right now the girls who claim to love him are just updating their Facebook statuses as 'GWS Stuart." That's all they can do. All he has is a handful of friends right now. So you are important for him, for me, for us." He kisses my knuckles lightly.
He's so sweet, so amazing, so perfect. I love him so so much.
We go up and the blood transfusion is done. It'll take a few hours for him to wake up, but it will be good. He'll wake up after all.
•••
April passes away. Stuart spent the month in the hospital. It's surely changed him a bit. He's more grateful for life, more cheerful and more thankful. We visited him everyday. Even Sassy did. All of us were grateful to her, for the blood transfusion, God knows what might have happened had she not stepped in.
Life is not perfect, but it does have perfect moments.
Stuart got discharged a few days back. He hugged Sassy. She looked as if she was about to cry. But she did nothing of that sort. I went home after that.
I was thinking about what sort of a birthday present should I give to Alastair? Should I hold a party? He'll probably not like it. He'll prefer only the two of us getting together for his 19th birthday. What should I gift him then? I had an idea.
I went to a nearby Archies store and bought a big blank paged book. Next stop, photo studio. Getting all my stuff together, I got all out pictures, some 55 of them, printed out.
Gathering all my bags, I went to my room quietly. I opened the book and stuck all of our pictures, from the start of our relationship. Pictures that were also taken as friends. I wrote many quotes and song lyrics to accompany those pictures. There were also lines from my favourite books. He'll love this. He has to love this.
After three hours of gruelling work, I got up. The book was done. It had everything I ever wanted to say to him. All my feelings. All our memories. All our promises.
I kept it inside and slept like a baby. But not before recieving his text message.
Good night babydoll <3
Alastair's Point Of View.
I'm excited. I'm gonna turn 19 soon, completely. I've never been excited about birthdays. Obvious reason being that I've never celebrated them before. Yeah, the last few were celebrated clubbing, but this time I have Gracie. It will be soft and harmonic, not wild and savage.
12:00 am sharp, the bell rings. I open the door. Standing there with a balloon in right and a bag in the left, is Grace. She jumps up to hug me. I wrap myself around her. She keeps the bag and balloons down, the balloons basically float around, and crashes her lips to mine.
So many months have passed, but this girl still has me wrapped around her little finger. I taste her sweetness and she clutches my hair. She moans. God, what a turn on. I pin her up against the wall, she's a fucking masterpiece and attack her in full force. I don't think I'll ever get enough of this girl. Desire coils inside me and firworks burst behind my eyelids. We pull away.
"Happy birthday." She whispers.
I jus smile goofily at her. She goes into the kitchen, removing the cake from it's box while I open the bag she's got. It's a ticket. To? The big football match happening next week. I almost squeal in delight. What's more? There's also a big book. I open it.
To the love of my life.
Happy 19 years.
I flip through the pages. They are beautifully drawn and decorated, with neat and pretty writing.
The first time I saw you, my heart beat out of my chest.
The first time I talked to you, the butterflies multiplied.
And when I got to know you, my heart told me, darn, you're so screwed.
With that, there were two pictures, one from the conference of our festival days and the other from the fest grounds, where we sat together, writing some notes.
The next one had childhood and teenage pictures of me. I almost laughed out loud.
You've always been extremely good looking baby, right from the start.
How sweet.
I flipped through the book. It warmed my heart. Absolutely goddamn perfect. I just loved her more for this, if I could love her any more than I already do.
Stuart, Roland and the boys poured in. Melissa and Ivy were here too. I cut the cake she had set out on the table. All of them sang happy birthday. Yes, we were 19 and still sang happy birthday songs. You can laugh later.
I cut the first piece of cake and fed it to her. I kissed her on her cheek, when I wanted to do more, so much more. She just looked surprised and blushed crimson.
She deserves everything in this world.
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Steal my Heart.
Teen Fiction[Previously known as Always.] Gracie Hyde is eighteen and hasn't been in a single relationship. She wants a taste of the drug called love and wants to belong to someone without losing herself. Alastair Kerr is tired of being with new girls every ot...
