The next day, I woke up and Michael wasn't there. Instead, there was a note, which read:
Kylie, I had to go speak with management.... The doctor came in
and wanted to talk, but he said he'd come back later because you
were asleep. I love you and will see you in a bit.
My head was spinning. Why didn't he wake me up? I needed to know the news. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. The doctor entered my room and sat on the creaky chair that was next to my bed. He opened up his laptop.
"Kylie, I have some very important news for you," Dr. Smith said, with that pretentious doctor voice that gets on my nerves, "Your cancer.... it has, well, spread and is getting worse. We could try chemo, but this treatment is very expensive and we are not sure if it will work."
My heart dropped. Tears pricked my eyes and instead of trying to stop them, I let them flow. "I understand. I don't even know if I would want the treatment anyway," I sobbed.
Dr. Smith got up and left, but not before rubbing my shoulder, trying to comfort me. After he left, I called all the boys, Abby, Carly, and Marie. They all said that they would come right away. I laid my sad body on my bed, waiting for them to come. Minutes later, they all filed into my room and stood around me.
"Okay, I'm sorry to have you all here so early. I have some, err, bad news," I sighed, "My cancer isn't gone. Actually, the doctor made it seem like it was worse than ever."
"Oh, Kylie," Carly sobbed.
Soon the whole room was in tears, including me. Michael just stood there, pale faced and eyes red, dripping with tears. Everybody looked at me, then him, then me again. They sulked out of the room, knowing that Michael and I needed to talk.
"No Kylie. I just need to tell you something. I love you. And I would do anything to keep you here, alive and well. I wish I would get to see your face in our children. And the gray streaking your hair. I know that I've only known you for about a week, but I've never felt this way about anyone before. I really love you," He looked like he wanted to say more, but he got too choked up. He shuffled over to me, laying on the bed next to me.
"Michael, I love you too. But we shouldn't be sad. You have to leave soon and we need to make the most of our time together," I kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. Just as I was about to pull away, he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, making the kiss deep. After he removed his lips from mine, we sat there forehead to forehead, sobbing.
I will miss these moments so much. So much.
A/N: Okay I know it's been forever buuuuuuuutt....... I have some news. First, I want to do a chapter where you guys can leave questions for me or any of the characters. If you want to participate, just comment your questions below.
Second, I don't know if you want this, but I was thinking. What if I uploaded a version on Wattpad where the roles were switched. (Kylie is like a famous youtuber/gamer that Michael wants to meet. Michael would still be in the band) What do you guys think? Comment if you want this and in the next chapters I'll have some more news.
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