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time. He turns to look at me and grins.
     
    "Worried about me again, are you? And honestly, Amaryllis, you under appreciate your full name so much."
     
    I roll my eyes and feel tears gather up in my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself."
     
    He lets out a soft chuckle and looks around. "Well, let me properly introduce you to everyone since you probably introduced yourself in a shitty," his mom glares at him, " sorry,  poopy way."
     
    There's a sparkle in his eyes when he says, "Well, everyone, this is Amaryllis Grace Wolfe, my friend soon-to-be girlfriend. Call her Amaryllis."
     
    I glare at him. "No romance is going on here, Logan!"
     
    "That's what  you  think." He turns to his dad. "Don't you just hate it when women are clueless?"
     
    Mrs. Masterson starts laughing. "Why do you talk to him like he has experience? The only woman he's ever loved is me."
     
    "Of course, Janey," smiles Mr. Masterson, giving Logan a secret look.
     
    Isn't it weird when you just  feel  that you'll be spending a lot of time with someone? Or in this case, a family?

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    All of our stars
     
     
     
     
    Finally, I am left alone with Logan. His parents and Ella went down to the cafeteria to get some dinner. He grins at me and shakes his head. His face is less pale than before, and there's some color in his cheeks and lips.
     
    "What?" I exclaim, tucking in a loose strand of my hair.
     
    "You came here."
     
    I shrug. "Of course. That's what friends are for."
     
    "Friends?" He raises an eyebrow.
     
    "Oh my God," I sigh. "Masterson, when are you going to get over the idea that I don't like you in that way?"
     
    "Well, Wolfe, I can't  get over  a lie. You're lying to yourself," he stopped at my glare, "fine, but don't blame me when you hear the  I told you so,  in a few months."
     
    "I swear, no one is as persistent as you are."
     
    He chuckles. "Not even Mr. Ethan?"
     
    I groan at that, because Ethan has called me at least five times since I'd gotten to the hospital. I answered him on the fourth call, in front of Logan's whole family. He wanted to make sure that I was okay after what had happened in school earlier. Then, he called again, but that was when I decided to put my phone on silent.
     
    "I don't even know what's up with him."
     
    Logan looks at me as if I'm stupid. "He's still in love with you,  duh. "
     
    "I know that, but I told him that I don't feel the same about him anymore. I even told June to ask him out for a movie or something."
     
    "Amaryllis, who called the ambulance when I so-gracefully lost conscience?"
     
    I roll my eyes, knowing that he already knew the answer. "Ethan."
     
    "Obviously, he is madly in love with you, although I don't blame him."
     
    "What's that supposed to mean?" I crack a small smile.
     
    He shrugs. "I mean, the poor guy doesn't stand a chance. You can't blame him for being in love with you." The way he says that just makes him look so freaking handsome, it's incredible.
     
    "He's the one who let me go, Logan." I ignore the double meaning in his words.
     
    "He wants you back, Amaryllis."
     
    I sigh. "But I don't. Now can we please stop talking about him, please? He's not the one in the hospital. What happened?"
     
    "I fainted?" He grins. "You were there."
     
    "Logan, I meant-"
     
    "I know what you meant. Well, I'm about to get all medical so listen," his eyes flash with a momentary sadness. "The first time I had leukemia, it got cured by chemotherapy. Then, during a blood test, the doctors found a high level of white blood cells. There was also a low level of platelets and hemoglobin.”
     
    I blink to keep track of everything. "And the treatment for that is?"
     
    "Radiation and chemotherapy."
     
    Tears gather in my eyes, because I hear so much about both treatments. Chemotherapy, though, will make him suffer, but it will hopefully help.
     
    "Yes, I know why you're crying."
     
    I wipe my cheek with the back of my hand. "Why?"
     
    He