-3 months before death-

"Did you shag him then?"

I rolled my eyes at her, I replied saying, "Of course not. I barely know him, Chloe. We're just friends."

Chloe sighed annoyingly and exclaimed, "I swear to fucking god, Sammy, you're either frigid or gay."

I said sarcastically, "Hilarious, you're a bitch, you know that?"

Chloe smirked and simply said, "I'm just saying, you're fifteen and you're still a virgin. I'm actually concerned at this point, Sammy."

"First of all, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin. Second, I'm not even fucking legal yet. I can't have sex legally until I'm sixteen," I examined as I crossed my arms.

"Fuck the law! How are they gonna find out?!" Chloe exclaimed.

I shrugged, I said, "I'm just not ready yet, I want it to be with someone special. You know, someone that I truly love and care about."

Chloe rolled her eyes and joked, "My god, you're cheesier then Rose from Titanic."

I scoffed and mumbled, "Whatever."

Chloe said in a mocking tone, "Well, I hope you're with someone that makes you feel safe in your sleeping tonight."

I laughed slightly and asked, "Do you seriously just quote a Blur song to me?"

Chloe held her hands up and said, "Hey, I could have easily done Oasis, but I'm being nice here. You know, since you think Blur is the better band then Oasis."

I exclaimed, "It is!"

Chloe argued, "No it ain't! Oasis is the far superior band, Blur is cheesy as fuck! Oasis makes proper music, they are one of biggest bands in the fucking world! They're practically the Beatles?!"

I argued back, "Uh, no! Oasis are boring as fuck, sure, their first two albums were great. But they never changed their style, they became boring. Blur changed with the times, they made new and fresh material. Plus, they're still together, unlike Oasis."

Chloe rolled her eyes, knowing she had been defeated. But she would never admit it.

That's not the Chloe way.

She mumbled, "Oh, whatever."

I smirked and sung, "I win!"

Chloe grumbled, "Big fucking deal. Blur may have won the battle, but Oasis won the fucking war."

I crossed my legs and said, "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."

Chloe jokily pushed me as I laughed. I smiled and looked back at her.

Her bright red hair shined against the sun, making it look like it was on fire. Her smooth pale skin kissed the sunlight, her perl white teeth smiling at me. Her beautiful sea blue eyes, screaming at me from a close distance. She was beautiful, gorgeous even.

I thought to myself in disgust, "What the fuck, Sam?! Don't think like that, she's your fucking best friend, not your secret lesbian lover!"

I didn't fancy her, I was convinced I was straight. However, Chloe was a proud bisexual. She loved men and women, and she would make sure to let everyone know.

Especially me, which had lead to some very TMI conversations.

But that was another Chloe thing, she was blunt as hell. She was never censored, she always said what was on her mind, no matter how rude or raunchy it was.

The opposite to me, I never say out loud what I was thinking. If I ever did, I'd be deemed as a fucking psychopath or a weirdo.

Probably both actually,