Chapter Fourteen

~~Kyle~~

"I'm afraid his cancer may be spreading." The doctor's words kept running through my head over and over again. It's been four hours since the doctor said that, and I can't get the fact that his cancer is spreading. Why can't they just cure him already? I need Dylan so badly. I am in love. I know I am. The way that he makes me feel, is just so flattering. I never felt this in my entire life. I can't lose him. Not now, not ever. If he goes, he is taking me with him. I won't have him go with me staying here. I just can't do it.

"W-What are you thinking?" Dylan asked me as we sat on his hospital bed. I turned to him and shrugged. "You." I mumbled.

"I am going to be fine. You really shouldn't worry about me, Kyle." Dylan told me.That's the problem, I can't stop worrying about him. I care so, so much. I took his hand in mine and squeezed gently.

"I don't want to lose you." I told him. His eyes looked up at me, staring deep within. He licked his lips, continuing to stare at me.

"I want to kiss you so bad." He begged. I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Why don't you go for it then?" I asked, trying to sound sexual as possible.

His lips crashed into mine and I moaned from the contact that my lips needed. I needed Dylan so bad. I licked his bottom lip, wanting access into his mouth. He quickly granted, as i shoved my tongue inside. I slowly discovered every single inch of his mouth. We both moaned as our tongues met. His moan raddled through my throat, making me crave him even more.

I slid on top of him, pinning him against the bed. He chuckled against my mouth, making me smile. My hands glided underneath his shirt, touching every single spot that he is extremely sensitive too. He shuddered beneath me, making me grin once again. I love how is body craves for my touch.

I pulled away, resting my forehead on his. We stared each other in the eyes as we tried catching our breaths from the steamy make-session. The door opened, making both of us jump as it interrupted our stare. We looked over, seeing whom is standing at the door.

Britt.

"What were you guys doing?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked over at Dylan whom is blushing so much from embarrassment. God he is so adorable. I turned back to Britt and chuckled. "Just making out." I informed. Dylan slapped me on my shoulder, making me laugh some more.

"Why did you tell her that?!" Dylan shouted. I couldn't control myself from laughing.

"It's just Britt." I laughed.

"Well, I do not know if i should take that as a compliment or a insult." Britt said, while walking to the chair beside us. Dylan started giggling and looked at our hands. I smiled and turned back to Britt. We all talked about how Dylan was doing and about when I was going back to school. I only want to go to school when Dylan does. I do not want to go without him. Even though that I have been doing mine and Dylan's assignments at home, i rather not go back until Dylan is all better.

"Where's dad?" Dylan asked, shocking the both of us. He barely talks about his and Britt's dad.

"He had to work. That is why I am here. He is really upset that you still have not given him a chance to explain everything." Britt told Dylan. He nods and looks down.

"I.... I just don't want to hear his explanation for ignoring me all those years. I thought he was not my dad because he never replied. I thought it was just some mistake in the papers." Dylan mumbled, still looking down.

"He probably has a reason for everything he has done. Just give him time to explain his self." I told Dylan. He shrugs and lets out a sigh.

We ignored the subject about his dad for the rest of the night and laid, watching movies until all three of us fell asleep after midnight.