It's like I'm in some sort of trance and my eyes are only watching him in a slow motion recap as he walks in. I snap out of it when the monitor beside the bed starts to make a loud sound and it's obviously because my heart was racing uncontrollably.

"We brought you some flowers."

I know the whole room can feel how uncomfortable I am. I was still loopy from being asleep for so long, I close my eyes for just a second and feel myself falling asleep. I hear voices talking but I can't make them out anymore.

I wake up a few hours later and have my first meal of the day. My mom tells me everyone left for the night and that I'm going to stay in this hospital for a week before I can leave.

The next few days all I do is rest until the fourth day, they start making me walk around the hospital so I can regain my strength back. I didn't appreciate that so much.

"Do you want to try taking a shower?" My mother asks.

I know yes it's been four days since I last had a shower but I couldn't get out of bed until now and I was afraid to see the scar. The nurses have been the ones cleaning it up for me.

"Ugh, I guess." I sigh at the thought and she helps me get up. We slowly make our way into the bathroom and I tell my mom to leave. This would be the only time I could get any privacy in this place.

I lean against the counter and take off the gown. I then begin to tear away the bandage that's over my wound and look at it in the mirror. The incision isn't as bad as I thought it would be, it's stitched up and a little red and bloody but it wasn't huge or anything. I turn on the water to touch it with my fingertips until it's the right temperature and step inside.

It's a struggle no doubt about that. I regret telling my mom to leave because I need her help but I decide to do it myself anyway. When I lift my arms up to wash my hair I can feel the stitches stretching so I give up with my hair and finish.

I do feel a lot cleaner now and more relaxed.

I change into the clothes my mother brought from home and when I walk out my eyes widen as I see Zach standing in my room.

"Hey." His lips curve up into a smile as his eyes meet mine. "You look great."

"Thanks." I say and he sees me struggling to walk so he carefully wraps his arm around me and helps me walk back to the bed. "I'm surprised you came."

"Yeah Beckham told me about everything, even about you and Gavin."

I sit on the bed and I wince but it's isn't because I'm in pain it's because I hear his name.

"Yeah something's just don't last forever." I force a laugh. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"No I get it." Zach nods his head. "I just wanted to give this to you and maybe you'll give this to him, he won't talk to me anymore and I doubt he'd accept it from me anyway, unless it came from you."

I see him hold out and envelope and I take it in my hands.

"What is it?"

I open the envelope and take out the paper inside like the nosy person I am and start reading the header.

"It's the football scholarship."

I tuck it back into the envelope and close it when I see the scholarship money printed at the bottom. I'm not sure if I was hallucinating, but did that just say fifty thousand dollars?

"You want me to give this to him?" I ask Zach and he simply nods his head at me.

"I decided I'm not going to college." He tells me. "It was Gavin's anyway and for some reason he gave it to me."

"I thought they took it away from him after he had... beaten you up." I finish.

Zach laughs lightly. "They were going to but they decided not to and then they offered him the scholarship anyway but he quit the team and said he didn't want it."

"Oh." Is all I say.

"I'm glad you're better Alex." He smiles at me and I can't help but smile back at him. Zach was such a sweetheart. "I'll see you around?"

I nod my head and watch him leave.

Gavin and I both got our second chances in the end. I'm guessing this now means I have to talk to him?

A few hours later after eating my last meal of the day, I'm left alone in my room until I see a tall silhouette walk past my room. I close my eyes and pretend I'm asleep for when they enter.

I hear them walk across the room and place something on the table. It's most likely another bouquet of flowers, as if they haven't been giving me horrible allergy's.

And suddenly they stand beside my bed and lean over to kiss my cheek.

It's gentle and recognizable. I know from the moment I saw his silhouette it was Gavin but I wasn't sure. This innocent kiss was enough to let me know.

I feel him walking away but I carefully sit up and call his name. He stops in his place and turns around to find me.

"Hey." He says, there's a sound of hopefulness in his tone. "I thought you were asleep."

"What are you doing here?" I said, coming off a bit rude.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

I stay quiet as I stare back at him.

"I've missed you and I'm sorry that I lied. It's no excuse but that's just what I've always done." He sighs. "I lied because I was afraid that if I didn't you'd hate the person I was, the person I was before you."

"I don't hate you." I say. "I never loved anyone before, and you walked into my life like you always belonged there and when you hurt me, it hurt a lot and I just miss you all the time. It's always been you even when I didn't want it to be."

He steps close and grabs my hand.

"I was terrified I was going to lose you but then I remembered we never said goodbye so a part of me believed that meant it wasn't over." He mutters.

"I can't forgive you Gavin." I say and his eyes drop. "But I can try."

They say love is pain and it's and experience we'll never be able to explain. I kinda like the idea that someone, somewhere is made for you, forever.

I think I found him, hiding away all this time behind the thin walls beside mine.

He smiles at me. "Good, now do you want to share your jello with me?"

I roll my eyes and laugh. "I don't share remember."

"Yeah, I remember."

"Wait, I have something for you." I pull out the envelope with his scholarship and hand it over. He stares down at it for a moment until he takes it on his hands.

"What is this a restraining order?" He chuckles under his breath and starts opening it. I can't help but smile because I haven't seen him smile in so long. He looks at the paper and then moves his attention back towards me. "What the hell is this?"

"It's your football scholarship." I tell him. "Take it."

"What if I don't want it?" He says shaking his head at me.

"Shut up and take it." I roll my eyes at him.

"If I take it that means we couldn't be together."

"No it doesn't." I assure him. "We'll work something out I promise."

A few days later we arrive home.

I stay on bed rest for the remainder of January and my doctor comes to visit me once in a while just to make sure I'm healthy. She tells me my cells are doing fairly well and that my wound is also healing very fast.

As the days go on I slowly see my skin coming to life again. I haven't looked this good since I was diagnosed.

February second, my wound has now become a scar and my body has finally began to feel like mine again. There's always a chance my cancer can come back but it was gone now and that's all that mattered.

Gavin and I decided to work on our relationship so for the time being we stayed friends. That was until I regained all of my strength back and we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.

It felt different now, the same but different. I didn't have to pretend like I was happy anymore because I was.

Gavin was the boy I loved, a little bit messy, a little bit ruined. He's annoying and he makes me want to scream. He ruins my day and then saves it at the last minute. He drives me crazy and he's out of his mind but he's everything I want. He's all wrong and all right at the same time and the reason it's so confusing is because it's love.

And, if love didn't have any challenges, what would be the point?