does a miserably failed hair flip. "The hair will be gone."
I let out a small laugh.
There's a short comfortable silence that Logan breaks.
"I'm going to be at the UC Davis Comprehensive Cancer Center a lot now. And I'm going to be missing a lot of school."
"So?"
"Sadly, you won't see me as often as you'd like to," he yawns and slips into the bed more.
I scoff. "Are you stupid or are you stupid? I'll come see you as often as I can."
He smiles and closes his eyes. "Are you sure you don't like me?"
"Positive. Now sleep."
12
I want you bad
“Really? And he fell asleep while you were there?” exclaims Jenna, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in her mouth. I nod, taking a bite of the pizza in my hands.
I grimace. “I’m so worried, though, Jen.”
“About him?”
I shrug. “Yeah, I mean he’s going to be taking chemo soon. I heard that it makes you puke and sleep a lot, plus the hair loss.”
“I know, but at least he has you,” says Jenna.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just saying, he’s going to go through torture for the next period of his life. You promised to be there for him, and maybe in a way, that helps him.”
I sigh. “I guess, yeah.”
There’s a small silence as Jenna looks at something on her phone.
“Ethan talked to me; after you left, I mean.”
I raise an eyebrow. “About?”
“You, dumdum.”
Groaning, I put my face on her pillow. “Don’t tell me what he said.”
Jenna stares at me and shakes her head. She types something on her phone and puts it away. She lies on her bed and stares at the ceiling. I soon imitate her.
“How’s it with Ryan?” I ask, for the first time in forever.
There’s a pause.
“Good, good.”
“Good.”
“Hey, Amy?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think Logan’s right?”
I yawn and slip under the covers. “About?”
“Do you like him?”
I close my eyes and refrain from answering. Even I don’t know how to answer that. Do I like him? Was it possible to like someone you’ve known for only a few weeks?
“You don’t know, do you?”
“You know me best,” I answer.
My phone rings and I jump in bed. I shuffle around for my phone and Jenna does the same. Soon enough, I realize that’s the ringtone Logan set for himself, Bad by the Cab. Jenna tosses me my phone and I catch it despite my horrendous reflexes. Indeed, a horrible selfie by Logan is on the screen. I put it on speaker for the sake of Jenna’s uncontrollable curiosity.
“Hello?” I answer, making myself comfortable on the bed.
“Did I wake you?”
I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “Uh, no?”
“Good.” I could hear him smiling.
“Why’d you call?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I figured you already missed me.”
“Do I, now?”
“And plus, I got bored when I woke up.”
I raise an eyebrow. “So I’m your entertainment.”
“Depends in which way,” he laughs and I feel myself lighten. “I just winked at you by the way.”
It’s my turn to laugh. Jenna grins like a Cheshire cat. “You’re such a freak.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Shouldn’t you defend yourself? I called you a freak.”
“Nah, I think being weird or freaky is a good thing. I wouldn’t want to be plain and normal now, would I?”
“Oh, of course, not! You should be proud.” I smile.
He chuckles. “Thank you for the support.”
“You have a nice phone voice!” blurts out Jenna on the phone, blushing deep red.
“Do I, now? Thank you, Ms. Jenna.”
I furrow my eyebrows, “How did you know it wasn’t me?”
“Because your voice is too witty and cute.”
I blush even though I don’t want to. “Did you just say that I have a cute and witty voice?”
“YOU
I let out a small laugh.
There's a short comfortable silence that Logan breaks.
"I'm going to be at the UC Davis Comprehensive Cancer Center a lot now. And I'm going to be missing a lot of school."
"So?"
"Sadly, you won't see me as often as you'd like to," he yawns and slips into the bed more.
I scoff. "Are you stupid or are you stupid? I'll come see you as often as I can."
He smiles and closes his eyes. "Are you sure you don't like me?"
"Positive. Now sleep."
12
I want you bad
“Really? And he fell asleep while you were there?” exclaims Jenna, taking a handful of popcorn and shoving it in her mouth. I nod, taking a bite of the pizza in my hands.
I grimace. “I’m so worried, though, Jen.”
“About him?”
I shrug. “Yeah, I mean he’s going to be taking chemo soon. I heard that it makes you puke and sleep a lot, plus the hair loss.”
“I know, but at least he has you,” says Jenna.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just saying, he’s going to go through torture for the next period of his life. You promised to be there for him, and maybe in a way, that helps him.”
I sigh. “I guess, yeah.”
There’s a small silence as Jenna looks at something on her phone.
“Ethan talked to me; after you left, I mean.”
I raise an eyebrow. “About?”
“You, dumdum.”
Groaning, I put my face on her pillow. “Don’t tell me what he said.”
Jenna stares at me and shakes her head. She types something on her phone and puts it away. She lies on her bed and stares at the ceiling. I soon imitate her.
“How’s it with Ryan?” I ask, for the first time in forever.
There’s a pause.
“Good, good.”
“Good.”
“Hey, Amy?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think Logan’s right?”
I yawn and slip under the covers. “About?”
“Do you like him?”
I close my eyes and refrain from answering. Even I don’t know how to answer that. Do I like him? Was it possible to like someone you’ve known for only a few weeks?
“You don’t know, do you?”
“You know me best,” I answer.
My phone rings and I jump in bed. I shuffle around for my phone and Jenna does the same. Soon enough, I realize that’s the ringtone Logan set for himself, Bad by the Cab. Jenna tosses me my phone and I catch it despite my horrendous reflexes. Indeed, a horrible selfie by Logan is on the screen. I put it on speaker for the sake of Jenna’s uncontrollable curiosity.
“Hello?” I answer, making myself comfortable on the bed.
“Did I wake you?”
I shake my head, even though he can’t see me. “Uh, no?”
“Good.” I could hear him smiling.
“Why’d you call?” I ask.
He chuckles. “I figured you already missed me.”
“Do I, now?”
“And plus, I got bored when I woke up.”
I raise an eyebrow. “So I’m your entertainment.”
“Depends in which way,” he laughs and I feel myself lighten. “I just winked at you by the way.”
It’s my turn to laugh. Jenna grins like a Cheshire cat. “You’re such a freak.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Shouldn’t you defend yourself? I called you a freak.”
“Nah, I think being weird or freaky is a good thing. I wouldn’t want to be plain and normal now, would I?”
“Oh, of course, not! You should be proud.” I smile.
He chuckles. “Thank you for the support.”
“You have a nice phone voice!” blurts out Jenna on the phone, blushing deep red.
“Do I, now? Thank you, Ms. Jenna.”
I furrow my eyebrows, “How did you know it wasn’t me?”
“Because your voice is too witty and cute.”
I blush even though I don’t want to. “Did you just say that I have a cute and witty voice?”
“YOU
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