I Was All For You.

Keira’s mouth was left gaped open as Alan ran after Nel. I wanted to leave with him, but my feet stood still on the ground. Nel was right, she was irrelevant when it came to opinions but she was also irrelevant when it came to my feelings. I didn’t love Keira and probably never would, she wasn’t even my type. Even though I desperately wanted to leave the party, the caring side inside of me told me to stay and console the sobbing Keira. Everyone else around us was too busy in their conversations to notice me literally drag Keira off the bus, her tears were soaking my shirt and her fingernails were imbedded in my arm.

“I-I hate her! She has n-no right to say t-that to me!” I kept my mouth shut as she crawled into my bunk, yanking me in there with her. Her sobs had now turned into whimpers and I couldn’t help but be frustrated with her. She did insult Nel and her band, yet she was surprised when Nel retaliated back? What was she expecting?

“S-She’s wrong, right?”

“Just don’t worry about it, okay?” Tucking her under the blanket like a child, I told her. Keira nodded and shut her eyes, curling herself into a ball. Once she was finally asleep, I slid on my beanie and ran towards Nel’s bus. Alan was just coming out when I opened the door.

“Is she okay?”

“I-I don’t know. I mean, at one point she wasn’t breathing. I didn’t know what was wrong; it was like she was collapsing. It wasn’t a panic attack, or anything, she just couldn’t breathe but then she had an inhaler thing and she was fine. It was like she was having some sort of fit, Austin. She wouldn’t answer any of my questions after, just locked herself in the bathroom-“ I stopped his rambling and dragged him with me to the bathroom. The door was in fact locked but it didn’t stop me from ripping it off its hinges.

“What the fuck, Al- What do you want?”

“Answers, and I’m not going anywhere ‘til you tell me the fucking truth.”

“Nothing is wrong, okay?”

“Dude, if nothing was wrong, you wouldn’t need this inhaler.” Alan interjected, holding up the same inhaler Nel used when we were with Emily.

“If it was important, I would’ve told you guys.”

“Then what about your weight loss, skipped meals and coffee addiction, hmm? Nel, just please tell us.” My voice had lost all anger and turned into a desperate plea. But you can’t blame me for wanting to know what’s wrong with my best friend.
“You want to know, then? Fine, I’ll tell you. I’ve got Cystic Fibrosis. It’s basically when my tubes like my trachea get clogged up and stops air passing down them, I need the inhaler to help me breathe like someone with Asthma. It also gives me a small appetite due to enzymes not being able to reach my intestine. You happy now, Austin? Or would it suffice you even more that I might not even be able to have kids because of it, hmm?!” My mouth was draped open, Alan’s face mirroring mine. She can’t be ill, she isn’t.

“W-Why didn’t you say?” Alan finally asked. I was too shocked to say anything let alone console her.

“I thought it didn’t matter, it would only worry people and I don’t want that.”

“So you thought you’d keep it a secret? What if you died, Nelly?”

“Exactly the reason I didn’t want to tell you guys, people are gonna’ treat me different. Tell me how I need to tone down the drumming, or how I can’t do this or that. I don’t want that.”

“I’ve know you since you were born, why would you not want me to know?” Before she could answer, I yanked her into my arms and held her as tight as I could without hurting her. My cheeks were damp from the tears I was oblivious of. She fessed up, so should you. Now or never, Austin.

“Nel, I think I love you.”

Notes

Hey. Um, I was ilycarlile but I couldn't use the acc anymore, blah, blah, blah... Anywhore, I'm starting from chapter 12, where I left off, and there will be a link in the story description to the first 11 chapters. I haven't done an outfit for this one bc I'm tired, and yeah. XD.
- Hen.