Hope y'all like this one. Yeah, that's it. 

"Hey Gloria," I say to Gloria. 

She's supposed to get out of the hospital today, and she is more than excited. 

She turns to look at me from her crossword book, "What are you doing here?"

"You're getting out today, I wanted to come over to help," I say. 

She rolls her eyes at me, "Oh, kid. You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to," I say, smiling. 

She returns the smile, then frowns, "Thank you. Anyway, can you still help me with my garden? My damn doctor won't let me garden."

I chuckle and playfully roll my eyes, "Of course. Ready to go?"

She nods and I ask for a wheelchair from a nurse. The one ordered by her insurance should arrive at her house in a couple of days. With the wheelchair, I walk over, locking it so it doesn't move, and help her out of the bed. With a small wince, she plops in the wheelchair slightly, making my eyes widen. 

I run around to the other side, facing her, "Are you ok?!"

She rolls her eyes at me, "I'm fine, weirdo. Quit worrying about me. I'm a total badass. I'm a Gloria remember?"

I chuckle, walking back around before unlocking the wheelchair. I grab her belongings - her hospital bag, her purse, and her pillow. She made me grab her some pillows because she hates the hospital ones. 

I turn her around, pushing her out of the room. We walk past my dad's room and I stop. 

"Is it ok if I visit my dad for a second," I ask Gloria. 

She gives me a sad smile, "Yeah."

I nod, before realizing that she can't see me, "Ok, thank you."

I lock the wheelchair and walk into my dad's room. 

"Hey, Dad. I can't stay very long, but I haven't seen you in a while. I think I picked a pretty good song today," I say, sitting down. 

I took the supermarket flowers from the window sill

I threw the day-old tea from the cup

Packed up the photo album Ethan had made

Memories of a life that's been loved

Took the get-well-soon cards and stuffed animals

Poured the old ginger beer down the sink

Mom always told me "Don't you cry when you're down"

But, Dad, there's a tear every time that I blink

I change the lyrics a little and continue the song. Once I finish, I take a deep breath, scared to think about the lyrics. I kiss my father on the forehead, walking out of the room and walking over to Gloria. She quickly looks down, hiding something. 

I look at her suspiciously, "What's up?"

She looks up at me, and my heart breaks as I see tears stream down her face. 

My eyebrows crease in confusion and she answers my silent question, "I... I just wish my daughter thought that highly of me. That's all."

If even possible, my heart breaks more, "I think of you highly."

She begins to cry more, "You shouldn't."

Without a second thought, I reply, "I do."

I hug her, even though I'm not a hugger, and she hugs me back. After about 15 seconds, she lets go, and I walk back around to the other side of the wheelchair. 

I stop and turn back around before walking over to her. I crouch in front of her and wipe the tears from her face. I give her a smile and walk back around. I begin to push her and we quickly make our way out of the hospital. 

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"IT'S RAINING TACOS, FROM OUT OF THE SKY," I hear someone singing. I turn around to see Caden bobbing his head offbeat while screeching like a chimpanzee.

Instead of being smart though, I decided to join in. 

"TACOS, DON'T EVEN ASK WHY. JUST OPEN UP AND CLOSE YOUR EYES, IT'S RAINING TACOS," we scream. 

We start dancing weirdly around my room, not having a care in the world. 

"Shut the fuck up," I hear Field yell. 

"Who pissed in your cheerios this morning," Caden asked. 

Meadow glares at him, "I'll piss in your Cheerios, Cowboy."

Caden glanced at me, "I'm going to go and let you talk."

He walks out, and Meadow slams the door behind him before plopping on my bed like a poop in the toilet. 

"What's going on," I ask, trying not to make her go ballistic on me. 

She's silent for a few moments and I wonder what she is waiting for. 

"I'M IN LOVE WITH CADEN, THAT'S WHAT'S GOING ON," she yells. 

She stands up and screams before punching the crap out of my turtle pillow. 

I gently grab her shoulder and trying not to laugh, I say, "What did that pillow ever do to you?"

"Nothing," she says with a creepy smile. She turns around taking a deep breath before slapping me over the face with the pillow. 

I'm knocked back from the force, and I fall against the floor, groaning. 

I take a 10-second break to recover, before diving towards her with a pillow I found on the floor. 

We do this for what seems like hours until we're both out of breath. 

"How long have you known," I ask, still panting like a lazy sloth. 

She wheezes like an old lady and looks at her watch, "27 minutes and 33 seconds, 34, 35, 36-"

"Ok, shut up. I'm glad to know you told me first," I say. 

She rolls her eyes at me, "Who else was I going to tell? Lucas? He would have patted my back and walked away saying 'let's go get you some new shoes'. Wait, damn, I should have told him. You never buy me shoes."

I stare at her as blank as my page when writing a history paper, "Dude, I love that you think he would have bought you good shoes."

She chuckles, "Yeah, he probably would have taken me to Payless."

I'm silent for a moment, "But I go to Payless."

"Precisely my point, look at you. You look like a rejected hooker that got ran over by a bus," she laughs. 

My jaw drops open in fake offense, "Hey, you know I looked amazing at the strip club in Times Square."

"I looked better than you," she says. 

"Puh-lease, I wore a Kermit onesie that had the dudes super hot for me," I say, trying not to laugh. 

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, you forgot the condoms though, so I almost got preggo."

I look at her seriously, "That sounds like the next Cardi B song."

We look at each other for 5 seconds in utter silence before we burst out laughing. 

When the laughter has died down, I look at her again, wishing I could just tell them they were in love with each other at the same time. However, that would be cruel. If someone were in love with me, I would want to hear it from them, not someone else. 

With that in mind, I form a plan. I was going to do this Set it Up style. Except I wasn't going to fall in love with anyone. 

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"I'M IN LOVE WITH A CRACKHEAD," I scream the song I'm N Luv, changing the lyrics a little bit. 

I don't even like that song, I think, but continue to sing the only part of the song I know over and over again. I start dancing weirdly again, trying to do the worm on the floor. 

I thump on the floor unceremoniously, again, when I see two feet right in front of my face. 

I look up and see Lucas standing there with an amused expression on his face, "Yo, what is up, my dude?" 

I get up, groaning while muttering, "I'm too old for this crap."

"You're like 17," he says, flabbergasted. Hehe, that's a funny word. 

I stand to look at him before crossing my arms.

"Only because my birthday is in like April," I say 'like' mocking him. 

He rolls his eyes and looks to me, "Whatever, anyway, I got your message. Also, what the hell are you talking about?"

He shows me his phone with our conversation on the screen. 

11:47 PM

Lucas: No, french fries are not from France. Those people are way too stuck up to create such a delicious food such as french fries. 

Me: Where in the fart falafels are they from?! Belgium? Next, you're gonna tell me that waffles aren't from Belgium. 

Lucas: French fries are from Belgium. Belgium waffles are also from Belgium. 

Me: You took a really long time to answer that, and you type fast. Did you look that up?

Lucas: IT WAS 20 SECONDS!

Me: THAT'S LONG ENOUGH FOR A GOOGLE SEARCH!

Lucas: Ok, fine, I knew the french fry one, but I looked up the waffle thing. 

Me: HA, SUCK IT!

Lucas: I'm going to bed, you weiner. 

Me: Did you just call me a weiner?!

Lucas: I have no regrets, good night. 

Me: This isn't over, you pregnant giraffe. But good night. 

"Hey! That reminds me, I can't believe you called me a weiner," I said. 

He looks at me, a confused look on his face, "You called me a pregnant giraffe."

"After the fact," I said, exasperated. 

He rolls his eyes, "Keep reading."

I look at him incredulously, "You know I sent this to you 40 minutes ago, right?"

He squeezes my cheeks together and with a baby voice says, "Yeah, but wu forgets stuffs."

Taking his hand off my face, his voice returns to normal, "Now, keep reading."

I roll my eyes at him, but nonetheless, continue reading.

1:34 PM

Me: Hey, brotein shake. Come over to my house, we have to release the Kraken. Also, do you want to watch the Lego Movie? Now I want to watch the Lego Movie. 

Lucas: Right now? Also, hell yes! Lego Movie is the best movie to ever exist. 

Me: I'm not sure I would go that far. It's in the top 10 though definitely. 

Lucas: DO NOT TELL ME YOU ARE GOING TO BE LIKE TYLER TONEY AND HAVE THE WORST MOVIE SELECTIONS EVER. 

Me: No, never. I wish Cody, Coby, Cory, and Garrett would have done their selections too. 

Lucas: Agreed. Oh, I'll be over in about 30 minutes. 

Me: Ok, bring over M&M's, please. 

Lucas: Will do. 

"What the hell is the Kraken," he asks me. 

I smile smugly, super excited, "Oh, yeah! We have to get Cowboy and Field together because they're being super dense."

He nods his head, not even questioning me at this point. 

He mutters, "I can think of another person who is dense."

"What," I ask, curious as to who this dense person was. 

His eyes widen as he realizes that I heard him, "Nothing. Nada. Nope. I have no idea. What?"

I look around, confused as a fish snorting flour, "Ok... anyway, I figured we could have them hang out alone a lot more than usual. Maybe eventually they'll admit their feelings."

"Ok, ok, I like this idea. We should have them do romantic things and stuff," he says, looking at me intently. 

I raised an eyebrow, "That all you got?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "I can't give away all of my ideas, I'm saving those."

"Seriously? Wow," I say, a playful smile on my face. 

He chuckles and nods his head, "You ready to watch this movie?"

"YES, I'M GRABBING THE POPCORN," I run out of the room like a psychopath.

_____

"Dude, you did not," I say, about to murder an ostrich. 

"Indeed, I did, Nipples," he says, smirking. 

I swallow the lump in my throat, freaking out, "You. You. You. Just. You. Just. Spoiled. The. Flash. For. Me."

Slowly, Noah's smirk dissipates as he sees me stand up, shaking with pure rage. 

"I. AM. GOING. TO. KILL. YOU," I shout, chasing him around the small elevator we're in. 

"Come on, you know I had to, I was too excited," but falters when he sees my expression. 

I finally reach him, putting him in a headlock before whispering in his ear, "If you EVER spoil again, I will chop off your non-existent boyhood and give it to James Charles. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," he squeaked. 

His face contorts into a look of pain, and I release him, satisfied with how I handled the situation. 

I wipe the imaginary dust off my hands, signaling a job well done. 

The door opens, and I walk out, Noah trailing closely behind. 

"Ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I will buy you Taco Bell in return for your forgiveness," he says, kneeling on the floor, drawing attention to us. 

Rolling my eyes, I walk past him for about 10 feet before stopping. I don't turn around as I say, "2 chalupas, 2 tacos, bro."

When he catches up with my pace, I assume he understands as we head to my car. 

Hey, y'all. I'm so sorry because it's been like 2 months, but I've been busy with school and doctor appointments. However, I just started Christmas Break, so I will try to update a crapload to make up for it. 

Is there anything you want to see more of?

Give me your ideas about the book if you have any. 

What do you think of Cowboy and Hollywood?

Anything to say about Lucas, Gloria, or Noah?

I would love to hear your thoughts. 

Well, that's all for now (sorry, this chapter is a little short). I'll see ya later!

-AFatBurrito