Not proofread, but when do I ever do that? 

I hate hospitals. The white walls and the smell of it just remind me of death. Somebody would always be crying at the lobby, the nurses with straight faces would either give you the biggest or worst news you’ll ever hear.

Placing that aside, where the hell was Drew?

I stood at the middle of the hospital lobby, people constantly bumping into me. I looked around, hoping Drew would just randomly pop up.

Thankfully, I saw him walking to my direction while holding Savannah in his arms. The child was already asleep with her head rested on her brother’s shoulder.

“Hey,” I greeted softly, my voice filling with concern.

He nodded at me before placing his eyes on the child in his arms, “Could you take her home?”

I stretched out my arms to take Savannah from him. She settled in my arms with her head placed at the crook of my neck.

“You okay?” I asked.

He didn’t reply, he looked downright tired. I didn’t want to ask about Ariel until he was ready to tell me so I kept my mouth shut.

“I’m sorry I missed dinner,” he apologized.

My eyebrows knitted together before I took a step forward, “Promise you’ll get some rest tonight.”

Again, no response. I sighed and leaned to give him a peck on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise and I tried to stay calm with what I just did.

“Why don’t I take Savannah home with me where Jazzy can keep an eye on her?” I suggested, “I’ll come back later.”

“You don’t need to,” he mumbled.

“I’m going to make sure you at least get a blink of sleep,” I told him sternly, readjusting Savannah in my arms to make sure she was still comfortable.

Drew gestured for me to go and I gave him one more reassuring look before turning on my heel and headed to the exit.

I strapped Savannah on the passenger seat before I climbed into the driver’s side. I made sure I kept an eye on her sleeping figure while I took the turns and halts on the road. When I was parked at my apartment complex, I gathered her into my arms.

The elevator ride was agonizing slow. Even if Savannah was so tiny, she still had some weight on her and my arms were starting to get tired.

When I got inside the penthouse, I could still hear the adults laughing and chatting. I sneaked my way upstairs and back into my room. Surprisingly, my friends were still there on the floor with the empty water bottle right at their middle.

“Who’s she?” Jessica immediately squealed once she saw the little girl in my arms. She shot up from her position on the floor and went to take a closer look at Savannah, “She’s adorable.”

“And she’s asleep,” I pointed out sharply, “So keep your voice down.”

She gave me a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

I went to my bed and tucked Savannah under my warm blankets. She snuggled up to the closest pillow as she mumbled incoherent words under her breath.

“She’s Drew’s sister,” I informed, stroking Savannah’s brown locks.

“Is he alright?” Lillian asked, taking a seat next to Savannah’s sleeping figure on my bed.

“I’m not sure,” I answered truthfully, “I’m going back to him. Can you guys look after her until you leave? I’ll tell Jazzy that she’s here.”

When I was about to go out of my room, Lucas called me out, “Hey Celeste.”

“What?”

“Tell Everett we’re all here for him, whatever he’s going through.”

I looked around my room and saw the encouraging smiles my friends gave. You could say that I was extremely lucky to have. I returned their smiles with one of my own, “Thanks.”

“Go, we’ll take care of this angel,” Annabelle said, referring to Savannah.

I nodded and raced out of the door. I went inside the kitchen where Jazzy was waiting for my parents’ orders.

“Jazzy, there’s a sleeping girl in my room. That’s Drew’s sister and I’m asking you a favor to look after her,” I told her. Well, I could have phrased it properly but right now, I could hardly care.

She looked like she was asking what happened but maybe it was the look in my eyes that made her drop her question.

“Sure,” she responded, trying to sound chirpy.

I thanked her before heading to the elevator, effectively avoiding the adults.

I did my absolute best to make sure I didn’t go over the speed limit. My foot was so tempted to add extra pressure on the pedal that would make me go speeding to my destination.

When I was at the hospital, I didn’t even bother to wait for Drew. I went to the receptionist and asked for Ariel Everett. She politely gave me her room number before turning her attention back to the phone pressed on her ear.

I found myself in front of the white door with the number 205 placed on it. I lifted my fist to make three soft knocks and when I heard a faint, “Come in,” I pushed the door open.

Drew was sat on the chair next to the bed. On the said bed was Ariel, he hair was sprawled out on her pillow, her eyes we closed with her mouth pressed into a thin line. Her foot was hanging on a cast and the side of her head was wrapped with a bandage.

I stepped inside the room and closed the door behind me. I approached the bed, my eyes never leaving Ariel.

“She got into a car accident,” Drew whispeyred from my side. I then realized that he stood up from his seat and took his place next to mine.

“It’s going to be alright,” I tried to reassured, finally tearing my eye from the matriarch of the Everett family and facing Drew.

“I hope,” he sounded so broken. His mother was now lying on a hospital bed, his father was in jail – perhaps unaware of his wife’s condition – and he still has to take care of his little sister.

“I’m still worried,” he said, “The bill’s going to be expensive.”

I pursed my lips together and breathed through my nose. I looked around until my eyes landed back on Ariel, taking her resting form; I spoke to Drew, “Have you eaten yet?”

I saw him shake his head from the corner of my eye then I reached out to grab his hand, “Let’s go to the canteen.”

“But…” he trailed off, looking at his mother.

“You need to eat,” I urged, tugging him to the door, “We’ll back as soon as we got some food into your system.”

“You’re not giving up, are you?”

“You know me better than I expected,” I slightly teased, finally pulling him out of the room.

We found ourselves sitting at a round table while my hands were wrapped a foam cup of coffee and Drew chewing on his sandwich.

“Are you going to see James?” I inquired, reminding him of his father.

He shrugged in response, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Want me to pay your hospital bill?” I suddenly blurted out. I covered my mouth when the words escaped my body. I was planning to but I wasn’t going to tell him that now.

“Celeste,” he warned, giving me a look.

“I’ll do it,” I told him, “Even if you’ll pay me later, just a way to cover the payment for now.”

“No,” he stopped me, holding up a hand.

“But-” I started but he cut me off.

“If I remember correctly, my father is in prison because of a debt to a Graham, I don’t want to end up like that as well.”

“Drew,” I screeched in shock, “You know I’ll never do that.”

I was greatly hurt of what he said. I don’t know because he was so against of being in debt or he was actually thinking that he’ll end up in jail. I grabbed my purse and stood up, “I thought you knew me.”

“I do,” he growled, “You just don’t know what I’m going through.

“I’m trying to fix things here,” I pointed out, waving my arms around for emphasis, “Why won’t you let me?”

“Because it’s none of your business!” he yelled, causing the few people inside the canteen to flinch in surprise.

“Then I’ll make it my business!” I retorted, spinning on my heel and walking out.

I heard footsteps behind me and I instantly knew it was him. He grabbed my shoulder to prevent me from going any further.

“Why do you keep doing this?” he asked in a quiet voice.

I shook his hand off of my shoulder and sighed, “You know why.”

 His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stared into my eyes, looking for the answer in them.

Oh please don’t tell me he doesn’t get it.

He was still staring at me with that look.

God, he really doesn’t get it.

“I like you, Drew,” I finally said.

His mouth formed into an ‘O’ shape before his eyes widening, making the shape bigger.

“Like seriously,” I started out, “We kissed three times, you always have a glaring match with Lucas, my friends practically treat us like we’re a couple, your mother treats me like her own, does that give you any hints that we’re more than friends?”

When he didn’t give out any reactions, I stomped my foot on the ground and started my way back to Ariel’s room.

“I did kiss you first,” he muttered when we were back inside the hospital room where Ariel lays.

Are we finally getting somewhere?

“Yes, you did,” I said, trying to stay calm.

Deep breathes, Celeste. Maybe this will be the talk that will finally make all this confusion stop.

“I’m no prince on a white horse,” he muttered, “I’m not rich like what your parents would like-”

I cut him for a little bit to clear something out, “They don’t need somebody rich, they just need somebody who I like and he returns the favor.”

“Good,” he breathed in relief.

My heart was literally about bounce out of my chest.

“Where was I?” he asked thoughtfully, “Oh right. I don’t work with your social group but here goes nothing.”

Hold up, I was not prepared for this. Maybe Ariel needs a roommate because I’m about to pass out.

So right here, with his unconcious mother in the same room, he asked me the words I thought I will never hear.

“Celeste Graham, will you go out with me?”

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Finally dropped the bomb. Aaaaah! Since I have a one week break from school, you'll get an update soon. I found out that I didn't place a question on the last chapter, stupid Trina.

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