You're Beautiful To Me.

Selena's P.O.V.

"I think I should get going. I'm sorry for what happened. Feel better soon" Mikey said as he walked toward the door, smoothing his shirt.
"Hey, wait." I said before I even knew why I was saying it. I awkwardly scrambled for a piece of scratch paper as he took a step toward me, and away from the door. I found a sheet of unused paper and ripped off a piece. As I wrote down my phone number the IV needle dug further into my vein. When I was done writing it down, I smiled and held it out for him to grab. He walked over and plucked it from my hands.
"What is it?" He chuckled.
"My number. You should text me." I sighed a sigh of relief and smiled at him. He leaned down and put his soft lips gently to mine. I lifted my arm and put my hand on his shoulder. We stayed lip-locked for probably half a minuet.
"I will." He smiled and walked out the door. My whole body felt like electricity. Not to soon after, my Aunt came back in.
"Aunt Rosie, why am I here? I don't remember anything." She gave a worried look.
"The nurse didn't tell you?" I shook my head no. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Honey, you have stomach cancer." She grabbed my hand and held it.
"Stomach cancer?" I asked. I couldn't believe it. No. No, no, no no no no no. It couldn't be. No. "Am I going to die?" I asked with a panicky voice.
"Oh, no. Sweetie no. You're going to be okay. You are going to start chemo the day after tomorrow." I leaned my head back and let out a shaky breath. Tears started to dribble out of my eyes and soon I was choking out small sobs
"I.... Don't wanna.... Aunt Rosie, no!" I shouted out between sobs. She held me in her arms and I cried for ten minuets straight. When I was done crying I told Aunt Rosie that I just wanted to be alone. She obeyed my request and left the room for a while. When she came back in, I asked her if Mikey could come back so I could tell him. She said yes and he arrived a little while later. Aunt Rosie said she was going to go home and would come back the next afternoon.
"Hey. How ya' feelin'?" Mikey asked me as he rubbed my shoulder. My eyes were still puffy from crying.
"Mikey, I need to tell you something something." I said while beginning to tear up. The thought of it hurt my stomach even more.
"What's wrong?" He looked tired and his eyes were red. He had probably been crying.
"I.... I have cancer..." I finally spit out. It looked like the words physically hurt him, some where deep.
"C-Cancer?!" He yelled in disbelief. "What'd yo- How- Cancer?!" He paced around the room confused.
"Mikey, come here." I patted the bed, signalling for him to lay with me. Tears were falling from both our eyes now. He took off his glasses and laid next to me. We laid in silence and soft crying filled the air.
"I'm going to be okay though. I start chemo the day after tomorrow." I broke the silence.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked. I turned to look at him.
"Yes. Of course." I smiled at him and he petted my face.
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Mikey's P.O.V.

"Mikey, I need to tell you something." She sounded worried. I was scared. She was in a hospital and 'needed to tell me something'.
"What's wrong?" I asked afraid of the answer.
"I.... I have cancer..." She said, her voice soft and hoarse. The words felt like a blow to the face. They hit me hard and I had never felt more broken. I found it funny that this girl that I had know for two days had already captured and broken my heart.
"C-Cancer?!" I shouted. "What' yo- How- Cancer?!" I managed to stutter out. I walked around the room, confused and hurt.
"Mikey, come here." She ushered me to the bed and I laid down with her. Everything was silent and you could hear a pin drop. She started talking but I couldn't really listen. I had one thing on my mind.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked. It seemed like time slowed down and minuets turned to hours.
"Yes. Of course." I let out the breath that I had been saving. I continued to pet her hair and face and we soon fell asleep.
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When we woke up, we were in the same place that we had fallen asleep. Her face buried into my chest and my arms wrapped around her. It felt.... Right. Everything felt right at that moment. It was 10:00 on a Saturday. Her Aunt was going to be here soon and honestly, I wanted to leave before she got there. It's not that I didn't like her aunt, it's just we hadn't fully met and Selena and I just started going out. The timing was bad.
"I should go. I have work to do around my house. I'll come back later though, okay?" I held her hand and we lingered in a kiss for a while.
"Promise?"
"I promise." I grabbed my glasses and walked out of the room. The room smelled sterile just like hospitals do. I grabbed my cell-phone out of my pocket and dialed Gerard's number.
"Hello?" He picked it up on the third ring.
"Hey. It's me. I'm at the hospital. Can you come get me?" I asked.
"What? The hospital? Why?" He questioned.
"I'm fine. I'll explain later. Just please come get me. I don't want to be here any longer than I have to."
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way." I hung up the phone and walked out to the front doors and waited.
When Gerard finally arrived, I hopped in the car and he started to drive.
"So why are you here?" I didn't know where to start. I guess the beginning.
"Well, in seventh period, Selena just kinda left the class room and didn't come back for a while. I went to go look for her and found her on the floor in the hall surrounded by blood and vomit." His eyes widened. "I took her to the office and they called an ambulance. I stayed the night with her but and she told me what was wrong with her." I paused. It was so difficult to say the last part.
"So, what's wrong with her?" We stopped at a red light and he looked at me for a few seconds.
"She has cancer." His jaw dropped and he looked speechless.
"Holy shit! Cancer?" He asked.
"Yeah. I was in shock too. So much that out of the blue, I asked her to be my girlfriend." He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Get out! What did she say?" He hit me in the arm and flashed me a big smile.
"She said yes." I couldn't help but smile when I answered I was proud of myself for being able to do it.
"That's great man! I'm proud of you!" My brother was proud of me for once. It felt nice. Everything felt perfect.

Notes

O.O Dun dun DUNNNN! She has cancer! Uh oh.... Comment, rate, & subscribe!!

~Onyx