Rejected 22 times

"Sorry, Liam, I've told you just about 15 times, I am NOT intrested"
"It's been 22 times" he mumbled
"You've rejected me 22 times Savanna"
"Oh, then don't make it 23" I said as I walked away with my friends.

Yes, That was me. Stupid little clueless me, and all for what? A reputation?
Most people right now think that I'm a self-centered little slut for now, once he's famous, wanting him. Well, I'm not.
All summer I was thinking about that, and I wanted to tell him how sorry I was in the fall, and ask if he would give me another shot, but he just walked away every time I wanted to talk to him. He sent me a letter after x-factor the second time, but all it said was:
Don't worry sweetheart, I'm stoppin at 22
I never really saw him again. Until now.


3. My 2 favorite Boys

2 months later~

Me and Liam hadn't really kept in touch, but I didn't expect us to. However, he did text me a 'goodnight' every night.

My little brother has been getting sicker and sicker, but he is never sad, or cries. He wanted to make a scrapbook so we did, we filled it with pictures, old and new. He said he wanted to add something in it, so I let him, I mean, it was his.

i walked in the next morning wearing a floral lace top, and some denim shorts. I had my blonde hair up in a messy bun. And only little make-up.

I walked in to see me little brother, barley breathing, eyes halfay closed.

"H-H-ey s-s-s-sa-sav"

"Hey, Ade"

"I-I l-l-l-ove y-you S-a-a-sav-savan-an-ah"

"I love you too, Adain"

"C-c-c-an y-you s-sin-sing t-t-to m-me?"

"Of course"

"I remember your bare feet down the hallway
I remember your little laugh
Race cars on the kitchen floor, plastic dinosaurs
I love you to the moon and back

I remember your blue eyes looking into mine
Like we had our own secret club
I remember you dancing before bed time
Then jumping on me, waking me up

I can still feel you hold my hand, little man
And even the moment I knew
You fought it hard like an army guy
Remember I leaned in and whispered to you

Come on baby with me we're gonna fly away from here
You were my best ten years

I remember the drive home
When the blind hope turned to crying and screaming "Why?"
Flowers pile up in the worst way, no one knows what to say
About a beautiful boy who died

And it's about to be halloween
You could be anything you wanted if you were still here
I remember the last day when I kissed your face
I whispered in your ear

Come on baby with me we're gonna fly away from here
Out of this curtain room and this hospital grey, we'll just disappear
Come on baby with me we're gonna fly away from here
You were my best ten years

What if I'm standing in your closet trying to talk to you?
What if I kept the hand-me-downs you won't grow into?
And what if I really thought some miracle would see us through?
What if the miracle was even getting one moment with you?

Come on baby with me we're gonna fly away from here
Come on baby with me we're gonna fly away from here
You were my best ten years

I remember your bare feet down the hallway
I love you to the moon and back" (I changed the four to ten, because He's 10)

He smiled weakly, and I smiled back, then he did what hurt me most.

He closed his eyes, not for a rest, not for a sleep, but forever.

I stood up, and kissed his forehead

"I love you always" I whispered to him, feeling tears rolldown my cheaks.

Then I heard a click of camera, I turned around to see Liam at the door way.

"W-what are you d-doing h-here?"

"I figured you might want a last picture for your scrapbook"

I smiled weakly, before he came in.

"Ok, I'm just going to say it as it is, we were both being assholes, and I've learned that when people ask you out over and over again, it gets annoying, so can't we just start over?"

"Start over" I said

"Hi, I'm Liam"

"Savannah" I said, before shaking his hand

We both laughed, then I went back to sad

"Do you want to cry?"

I nodded my head yes

"Are you going to cry"

I looked back at my strong little brother, who now had a sheet covering his head, then I looked back to Liam, and shook my head no.

"Come on Sav, I wanna introduce you to a few people" he said

I grabbed his hand, and walked out, stopping at the front desk, to tell them about Adain, she just nodded her head and said she was sorry.

We exited the building, and were immediatly surrounded by paps and fans

"Liam is that your girlfriend?" "Why is she crying?" "Why were you in the hospital?" "Liam who's the slut?" "What a whore"

Those were the most common, but I just ignored it, I already had enough tears.

We finally made it to the car, and I started bawling my eyes out into his shoulder.

He just hugged me and told me its ok, but It wasn't.

I looked up at him

"How is it okay, Liam? He's gone, and they didn't even try to bring him back! He's 10, been dealing with this since he was 4! What did he do wrong? Why did he do to deserve this? Why couldn't it be me? Why that poor little boy? I dodn't get it!" I said, then started crying harder, that's when I realized that there were other people were in the car, but I didn't care.

"Savannah, I don't really know, but this might give you a few answers" he said, giving me the scrapbook

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused

"Look in they back, Savy"

I looked, and there was a letter, from my brother, to me.

Dear Savannah,


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