Dylan POV

France Washington.....

I combed my hair with my fingers staring at her.

"Dylan....." she smiled nervously.

"Greeting" I bowed.

"Greeting......"

I came closer to her.

"You got something in your hair" I took out a blossom in her hair.

"Thanks" she pushed me further from her.

Paris played a match with me.

"Awe you are too good!" she wined.

France glared at me as I stared at her.

"Dylan, France is.....not your type" Paris smiled nervously.

"My type?" I became confused.

"Paris are you telling Dylan to date me?!" France said angrily.

"Well he is a sweet guy" Paris sighed.

"What are you guys talking about?" I looked at them.

They both sighed at me looking at me in a weird way.

"Dylan do you like France?" Paris smiled weirdly.

"I don't know"

"What kinda answer is that?!" France shook me.

I suddenly laughed.

"You can laugh!" they became frightened.

"It's just funny how..." I pointed at France.

"You have potential of getting girls die over you" Paris smirked.

"Die?" I became confused.

"This guy......" France glared at me.

I took out one of my favorite books and gave it to Paris.

"Thanks!" she smiled.

I smiled back at her.

"Woah nice smile!" she became frightened.

I looked at France as she hid her face from me.

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France POV

I sat down beside Paris in our bedroom.

"You know he's sick" she smiled softly.

"Dylan?" I asked.

"Yea, he suffers from leukopenia" she fixed our bed.

"Oh....." I became worried.

"He lives by himself his mom and dad died in a car crash"

"That's why he isn't smiling all the time" she sighed.

She smiled as she took out a manga.

"He was very hyperactive and crazy before all of that happened I even had a crush on him" she laughed.

"Really?" I laughed.

"But....it's sad he has changed" her face dramatically changed.

"Please try to be nice to him" she spoke softly.

"I will" I smiled softly.

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"France" Dylan's voice came from the behind of me.

"Hi" I smiled softly.

"You normally avoid me" he said in a serious tone.

"Sorry I was being rude"

"It's because I'm sick huh?" he folded his arms.

"Don't pity me" he sighed.

"Dylan I'm just trying to be nice to you" I glared at him.

"I'm glad" he smiled.

"Again?!" I became frightened by his smile.

I realized he can't force a smile.

"Want me to get you a girlfriend?" I smirked.

"I don't need one" he became confused.

"Come on" I laughed dragging him along with me into a store.

"This jacket looks good on you" I smiled.

"Thanks" he still hasn't showed much emotions.

Some girls were looking at us.

"Awe that's cute" they smiled at us.

"No no you guys are taking this wrong!" I shouted at them.

"What are they taking wrong?" he stretched his arms.

I smiled nervously at him as he stared at me.

"Try this on" I gave him a set of clothes.

He went in the changing room. I heard girls screaming over him when he came out.

"Are you single?!" one smiled.

He walked past them holding my hand.

"Dylan you had a chance-"

"I don't want a girlfriend" his hair covered his eyes as we exited the store.

"Dylan-"

The store alarm was set off by Dylan accidentally still wearing their clothes.

"I was trying to tell you" I sighed.

"I'm sorry mam" he bowed in front of the manager.

"Youth" she smiled softly.

"No no!" I shook her.

"He's cute so I don't know why-"

I covered her mouth.

"Please don't" I smiled at her weirdly.

We walked slowly towards his home.

"So....Dylan..." I smiled nervously.

"Yes?" he looked at the sunset.

"Do you have any other family members?"

"Yes my dad who adopted me but he's...."

"It's okay you don't need to tell me"

I threw rocks down the road. I accidentally broke a car's window.

"Shit" I became frightened.

"Let's go" he held my hand.

"But-"

He dragged me along with him to his apartment.

"Well this is where I live" he opened the door.

"So...depressing" I spoke softly.

"It's better than living on the streets" he combed his hair with his fingers.

"Yea" I smiled softly holding my chest tightly.

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Why is he suffering....?

I became depressed remembering about Dylan.

He doesn't deserve to live like this.....

"France!" Marlon and Georgia got me back to reality.

"Sorry" I spoke softly.

"You don't look well" Marlon smiled nervously.

"You're scaring me" Georgia glared at me.

"I need to help Dylan with his homework" I held my arm.

"France you worry about him a lot for the past weeks" she became worried.

"I don't want him to-"

"Die" he became worried looking at me.

"Yea" I spoke softly.

"When he went to the hospital for a check up you were going crazy" she held my shoulders.

I felt a deep pain in my heart.

"France please also care about yourself you haven't ate properly" he sighed.

Dylan was behind us the whole time in class. He ran out of the class.

"Dylan!" I shouted.

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