He stared at me in silence. Dance moms was in the background.
He pretended like he was watching it but he wasn't. He stared at me doing my homework and eventually I stared back. "I thought I would break your heart." I said staring in his eyes. "So did I" he responded back looking around the room. "Hey, at least you didn't mean what you said. You had that medicine too that's all. I took it too personal." I said grabbing his attention back. He nodded and then looked at the tv and layed down.
I slid in his bed next to him and he looked at me. "I'm glad that this isn't awkward. I thought Madley was going to break." He said sorta quietly.
I hugged him tight and he excepted it back. I heard his heart speed, it was racing, he was nervous. I looked back up at him. "What?" I said standing up out of his bed. "Nothing." He said looking away. I knew he was ashamed about something. "What?" I repeated. This time louder and more sharp.
"Don't worry about it. It's in the past." He said patting his bed for me to come back. "I'm not going to unless you tell me." I told him. He sighed and sat up.
"My stomach is really torn apart. Not from just you hitting it and stuff. The doctors messed up on surgery." My jaw dropped. "I'm dying in 6 months. They can't fix it. "
