The sanitary stench of the solemn hospital was a smell I would never grow used to. In fact, I was beginning to associate the scent with depression. Every time I stepped into the awful building, any spirit that was in me dwindled away as I trudged further into its depths. My shoulders sagged and my chest constricted; always expecting the worst. It didn’t help that my dad was always too busy to come with me.

            Like today. My first appointment since the time I received the life-changing news.

            “Morning, Rose,” Dr. Vasquez greeted me warmly, baring his sparkly whites. “How have you been?”

            “What do you think?” I responded moodily, not the least bit happy to be there.

            His smile faltered the slightest bit. “Right, I’m sorry. So you scheduled this appointment; do you have questions for me?”

            I nodded, taking a seat on the wooden bench by the window as he picked up a clipboard off the marble counter. “Yeah. Since about two weeks ago—actually the day you told me about my disease— my vision has sometimes been blurring randomly.”

            “Blurring how?” he asked, pulling a ballpoint pen out from his white doctor’s coat and scribbling something onto his clipboard.

            “Like, if I had really bad vision. It’s so blurry I can’t make anything out. And I also lose my balance.”

            He scrawled another few words down before turning his gaze to me. “Is it happening often?”

            I scrunched up my face. “Not really. One time it happened twice in one day, but usually it’s only maybe once or twice a week.”

            “Aside from the twice in one day situation, that is pretty normal,” he informed me, straightening out his back. “Your eyes are changing drastically, Rose. They’ll have to make adjustments because they’re rapidly deteriorating.”

            Rapidly deteriorating. I didn’t like the sound of that.

            “My guess is as your eyes continue to grow worse, they’ll be growing blurrier as well. I’m only guessing that those periods of instability will also happen more often. It might be best if you avoid any dangerous activities.”

            “Dangerous activities?”

            “Like driving.”

            I gaped at him. He was expecting a high school senior who was still trying to have a social life despite the fact she’s going blind to stop driving? He was out of his mind! Completely insane!

            Catching my outraged look, he half-smiled. “I know it sounds unfair, but please think of other’s beside yourself. What if you accidentally crash into someone and kill them?”

            I hesitated. He had a point. “You’re right.”

            “I’d say your fine for now, but maybe in about a month you should stop,” he continued, now flipping through some pages on his clipboard. “If you do have a dizzy spell while driving, pull over immediately.”

            “Yeah,” I said with a wry smile. What I really wanted to say was duh. How much of an idiot did he take me for?

            “Have you been having any headaches recently?”

            I shook my head.

            He nodded. “That’s good.”

            “Is that a symptom?”

            “Yes. Migraines as well, but I don’t think you have to worry about that right now. That usually comes later. It doesn’t happen in all patients either. This disease is really personalized.”

            I snorted. “That’s nice to know.”

            “Is there anything else you want to know?”

            “Not really. I just wanted to make sure my eyes weren’t crapping out on me before my time is up.”

            Now a smile cracked across the doctor’s face. “I’ll run some tests and make sure their health is still up to par. Have you been resting your eyes whenever possible?”

            If he meant at night when I was sleeping, then yes. “Sure,” I told him, keeping my face straight.”

            “Good. Okay, lets move to the eye examination room then, shall we?”

            I sighed, pushing myself up from the bench. Another part I hated about the hospital. The dark room where it seemed my fate had been sealed.

            “Hey Rosie, up for bowling this weekend?”

            Raising my head from my desk, I stared up at the speaker with bleary eyes, holding back a yawn. Smirking mischievously back at me was my strawberry blonde best friend. Her words registered in my mind and I frowned. “I thought you didn’t like bowling, Kate…” I trailed off when I noticed my phone was in her hands. My cheeks flamed and I reached out my hand to snatch it back from her. “Hey! Give that back!”

            Smirking, she easily kept it out of my reach, pulling her arm back. “You don’t let anyone call you Rosie, Rose.”

            “Just give me my phone back!”

            “Who’s Chace?” she asked, passively handing my phone back to me.

            I opened the text and scanned down it, a small smile spreading across my face at the invitation. “He’s just a guy.”

            “A guy you’re going on a date with.”

            “Well… It doesn’t say it’s a date.” Knowing Chace though, it probably was going to be a date. The thought only made my smile grow wider.

            She pursed her lips at me, “For the last two weeks, you’ve refused to hang out with me. I’m assuming it has to do with this guy.”

            “Well, that and haven’t you been busy going to Liam’s football practices?”

            Shrugging, she crossed her slender arms over her chest. “I would have ditched one to hang out with you. Or you could have come with me to one. Kai is on the team this year, you know.”

            “Wait. You’re kidding me! Kai?” The thought of my gangly, indolent childhood friend playing football was almost inconceivable. I was pretty sure my muscles were larger than his. Volleyball was surprisingly vigorous.

            “Oh, that’s right. You haven’t seen him yet, have you?”

            Shaking my head, I waited for her to continue.

            “You know how he went back to Japan to visit his relatives for the summer? Apparently when he was there he trained a lot. He’s practically ripped now.”

            “You’re kidding…” My mind still couldn’t imagine my half-Asian friend having bulking muscles. “Like, body-builder ripped?”

            Kate snorted. “No. Like teenaged football player built.”

            “Oh, I guess that’s good for him then,” I replied, relaxing slightly. The body builder look always disgusted me. “I didn’t even realize he was home.”

            “Aren’t you his neighbor?”

            “I’ve been… busy,” I hesitated, suddenly taking an interest in my clean fingernails. In all truth, busy was the polar opposite of what I’d been. The weather had been gorgeous the past two weeks, but I’d spent them cooped up inside, aside from my days with Chace. The reason being that I was afraid to be hanging out with my friends and have one of the vision attacks. I didn’t want to scare them.

            Kate peered at me skeptically. “Is that so? With this Chace I presume?”

            Not wanting to lie again, I half-shrugged. “Not really. We’ve hung out twice.”

            “Well, the girls and I are going to play volleyball at Look Park today. Are you up for it?”

            My heart lifted at the idea of playing my favorite sport. “The whole team?”

            She shook her head, her bangs falling into her tanned face. “Nah, just our group of friends. Aside from Courtney. She has tutoring after school today.”

“Already?”

“Her parents are coming down on her hard this year,” Kate explained, taking a seat on the desk in front of mine. “They’re even making her drop volleyball to make her focus on her studies more.”

            “What? That sucks! She’s so good at it!”

            “I know. She’s pissed. But that’s not what we’re talking about. You coming, or not? It will even out the teams.”

            Pausing, I went through the pros and cons in my head. It would definitely be good for me to do something active— and I loved Volleyball. The only con I could think of was if my vision blurred. Maybe life would give me a break. “Sure,” I finally agreed, smiling brightly.

            She beamed. “Good! Let’s get you out of that rut!”

'            “What rut?”

            “Rose, honestly,” she sighed, putting her hands on her hips. “You’re my best friend. Do you really think I wouldn’t notice when you’re feeling down?”

            I blinked, her words surprising me. “Oh, ah…”

            “I won’t ask about it, because I know how secretive you like to be, but at least don’t suffer through it alone.”

            Suffer through it alone… What choice did I have? Nobody I knew had to deal with this disease. No high school senior should have to deal with it— no, nobody should have to deal with it. I didn’t even want anyone to have to suffer through the idea of knowing someone who had to deal with it. That was why I decided to keep it to myself. Why make someone else as miserable as me?

            “I’m fine,” I assured her, putting on a brave smile. “I’m just worried about grades. You know, the colleges I want to go to only look at first quarter. I have to get As in everything.”

            “You’re smart, you can do it,” she said, socking me lightly in the shoulder. “Now come on, class ended ten minutes ago.”

            My eyes widened and I surveyed the room, realizing everyone including the teacher had already left the room. Fourth period was already over. “Oh my God! Did I really fall asleep? I thought I just dazed off for a minute!”

            “I think Ms. T was ready to write on your face.”

            My cheeks flamed and I pressed my palms to them. “Oh my God. This is horrible.”

            “Not as horrible as the snoring you were making.”

            “Kate!”

            She winked at me. “Kidding.”

            “You’re an ass,” I accused, kicking my foot at her calf. “A complete donkey.”

            “Hee-haw!”

            Shaking my head, I grinned, pushing myself out of my desk. “Alright, let’s go. I want to stop at Cumby’s and grab a snack though.”

            “So tell me about this Chace guy,” Kate pressed, lopping her arm through mine. “Is he hot?”

            “Yeah,” I admitted. “But you know I don’t like using hot to describe people… It seems derogatory to me.”

            She nodded her head. “Right, right. He’s handsome then?”

            “Definitely.”

            “Personality?”

            “Ten.”

            “Smile?”

            “Ten.”

            She raised an eyebrow. “Eyes?”

            “Ten.”

            “Hair?”

            “Ten,” I said confidently.

            “Body?”

            “Definitely a ten.”

            “Laugh?”

            I grinned at her. “One hundred.”

            “Nice,” she commented, her eyes lighting up excitedly. “A perfect score, huh?”

            Whenever she or I developed a crush on a guy, we’d go through our rating system. Obviously, it was on a scale of one to ten, and the qualities mentioned were the qualities judged. Hardly anyone ever got a perfect score. In my head though, Chace was a perfect ten. He was as gorgeous as a model and had the personality of Mr. America.

            “I want to meet him,” she decided. “We should go on a double date.”

            “Um, it’s not like we’re dating or anything,” I mumbled, feeling a little regretful. “I’ve only known him for two weeks. And have only seen him in person twice.”

            She frowned. “Does he text you?”

            “All the time. And it’s more like I text him and he responds.”

            “Well it’s not like he’s responding because he has to, is it?”

            I gasped. “Why didn’t I think of that? Am I just being a bother? Crap! I probably am. We’ve been texting for two weeks straight now! From morning to night!”

            Kate laughed, patting me on the shoulder. “Calm down, Rose. That so means he’s interested in you. Not that you’re a bother.”

            “You think?”

            “I know. Does he give you one word responses?”

            I hesitate for a moment, thinking about it, then shook my head. “Not really. We have actual conversations.”

            “Then that definitely means he’s interested,” she told me, bumping her hip with mine. “Make sure I meet him soon.”

            “Sure,” I responded awkwardly. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for Chace to meet my friends yet. Would he think that was weird? Was it too soon? It was better if we got to know each other more before I introduced him… I scrunched up my forehead. Would I ever get to meet his friends? Did I want to?

            When we reached the school’s parking lot, climbing into are respective cars, I into my Subaru, she into her Jeep. As usual she swiftly pulled up before me so she could drive slowly and break randomly to annoy me. I was always tempted to tailgate her, but was too afraid of accidentally hitting her. Not even five minutes into the drive she started her ritual. Frustrated, I decided to drive the long way to the park, not really interested in dealing with her antics.

            It was a good thing I chose to take an alternate route too, for standing on the side of the road with a grumpy expression was a familiar handsome face. His thumb was in the air, his brown eyes staring downs cars as they passed by him. The hair on his head was tousled, giving the impression that he’d ran his hand through it quite a bit. Amused and curious, I slowed as I approached him. His eyes snapped to my car and I saw relief fill them. Our gazes met and his relieved look was replaced by one of amazement. He hastened over to the passenger side and I rolled down the window. “Rosie!”

            “Chace,” I greeted, unable to hold back a smile. “What are you doing on the side of the road?”

            “Being saved by my angel,” he grinned back, opening the passenger door as I did my best to hold back a blush. “Do you mind? My car’s out of gas.”

            I nodded. “I promised my friends I’d go play volleyball with them, but I don’t mind dropping you off somewhere first.”

            He paused. “Oh, you have plans? I don’t want to be a bother—”

            “I’m not leaving you on the side of the road to be picked up by a hitchhiker that could be a kidnapper or rapist, Chace.”

            “Thanks,” he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “But, uh, I don’t mind going to hang out with you and your friends. If that’s okay. Work was just cancelled and I don’t have afternoon classes. I was actually going to text you to see if you wanted to chill when I got home… but as you see, my car ran out of gas.”

            My heart skipped a beat in my chest. Ready or not, I guess Chace was going to meet my friends. I couldn’t say no to him. “Sure, they won’t mind.”

            “Do you mind?” he inquired, leaning toward me, raising an eyebrow.

            I shook my head immediately, his proximity sending my heart racing. “Of course not!”

            “Good,” he said with a laugh, falling back into my seat. “I’m curious to see what kind of people you hang out with.”

            Forcing a laugh, I shifted my car into drive and pulled out onto the street again. “Yeah, I wonder…”

            It was dead silent as Chace and I approached the sandy volleyball court at the park. Five pairs of eyes were locked on Chace’s handsome face, a few smiles appearing my friend’s own faces. I felt myself growing a little antsy and my hand twitched, wanting to reach out and grab his in a he’s mine kind of way. Fortunately, I was able to control myself.

            “Um, guys, this is Chace,” I introduced awkwardly, pointing my finger at the young man. “He’s my… friend.”

            Kate smirked knowingly at me.

            I cleared my throat. “Chace, these are my friends and teammates. That’s Katherine, Julia, Naomi, Suzy, and Kate.” With each name, I aimed my finger toward the corresponding girl.

            “Nice to meet you,” Chace said with a warm smile.

            Julia, the flirtiest one out of all of us, flipped her hair over her shoulder and beamed at him. “Same to you!”

            Kate elbowed her in the side and muttered something in her ear. An impressed expression appeared on her face and she gave me a nod. I smiled wryly at the pair of them, not wanting to know what Kate had said.

            “So now that Rose and her boyfriend are here, can we start?” Naomi demanded, pulling her long black hair up into a ponytail. “I’m growing stiff, here.”

            I gaped at her. “He’s not my boyfriend!”

            “Boyfriend or not, get in position.”

            After shooting her a glare, I switched my attention to Chace. “Do you want to play? I don’t mind sitting out for a while.”

            “No, you play,” he insisted, falling back onto the sand pit. “I don’t mind. This will give me a preview of how you play before your games start.”

            My heart wrenched. A sudden urge to tell him that I wouldn’t be able to play any matches came over me, but I withheld it. “You’re right,” I finally responded with a smile. “If you get bored, just say so. I’m sure someone will switch out.”

            “Yeah,” Katherine chirped, brushing her fiery red bangs out of her face. “We won’t leave you sitting there the whole time.”

            Kate jogged over to the grass on the outside of the pit, snatching up the inflated volleyball. “So we’ll do three-on-three then. Naomi, Rose, and I against Suzy, Katherine, and Julia?”

            Suzy nodded. “Like usual. You serve.”

            “Actually, Rose serve,” Kate ordered, tossing the ball to me. “You’re the best.”

            “Not really,” I said modestly, secretly pleased she’d complimented me in front of Chace.

            She just rolled her eyes, setting herself in the middle of the court. “Naomi, stay to the left. I’ll cover the center and Rose you keep the right.”

            Naomi and I nodded, waiting as the other girls organized their positions. As soon as they were ready, I took a deep breath, threw the ball up in the air, and gave it a perfect serve over the net. If I was going against regular volleyball players, it would have been the first point for my team, but since our opponents were just as skilled as us, they managed to volley it back.

            “I’ve got it!” Naomi called, smacking it back to the other side.

            And on it went.

            Every time I glanced at Chace, he was grinning widely, following the balls with his eyes. A few times I caught his eyes on me. When I did, I stuck my tongue out quickly before turning away. He cheered loudly every time anyone scored a point. So far the game was pretty evenly matched. We were playing with badminton rules, only going up to twenty points, because both Suzy and Naomi had to be to work for half past three. By the time we got down to match point, I was up to serve again. I smacked the ball, following it with my eyes as it went high into the sky. For a moment, the bright sun blinded me.

            And then the blurriness began.

            The usual panic set in and I clenched my fists, holding back a gasp. Suzy, who was standing across from me, became a pink glob. Not wanting to alarm my friends, I didn’t throw my arms out to the side, or cry for help. If I was going to lose my balance, I was going to make it seem like an accident. I forced myself backwards, only needing to take three steps before I fell over, landing roughly on my back, squeezing my eyes shut. A groan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

            Then the volleyball landed next to my head.

            Immediately my friends burst into fits of giggles.

            “Walk much?” Katherine teased.

            Slowly, I opened my eyes, letting my head fall back when the sharp image of virescent leaves on a mahogany branch met my gaze. That view was cut off as Chace appeared over my head, his forehead creased in concern. “Are you okay?”

            I half-smiled at him. “I guess I’m a little clumsy today.”

            “You seem to fall down a lot…”

            Grimacing, I reached for his outstretched hand and he pulled me to my feet. “I don’t usually. Just when you’re around.” It was partially true. The day I met him was the day when the vision attacks started. So far I hadn’t had one when he wasn’t there.

            A heart-stopping grin spread across his face. “Do I make your knees weak?”

            “And your heart beat?” Kate sighed dreamily, appearing next to me suddenly.

            “Kate, stop it,” I muttered, brushing the sand off my back and rear.

            Chace laughed a deep, sexy laugh. “It rhymes. I like it.”

            Kate batted her eyelashes. “Well, thank you.”

            I stared at her flatly. She was lucky she had a boyfriend. Otherwise she’d be going down. “Hey, I’m going to head to the restrooms. Anyone interested?”

            “Gotta go to work,” Naomi and Suzy chorused, then gave each other weird looks.

            “And they’re my ride,” Katherine added sheepishly. A month prior to the start of school, she’d lost her license due to speeding.

            My eyes locked on Julia. “And you…?”

            “Well, I don’t mind—”

            “Actually,” Kate interjected, jamming Julia in the side with her pointy elbow. “We’re going to the movies. It’s cheap today for students. Right, Julia?”

            Julia gave her a crazy look. “Right?”

            I narrowed my eyes at Kate, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Is that so? What are you going to see?”

            “Ah, that new Twilight movie…”

            Julia sighed lightly. “You really shouldn’t like that crap, Kate…”

            She puffed out her lips. “I only watch it because Taylor Laugtner is hot.”

            “Bleh,” I said, sticking out my tongue. “No he’s not.”

            “Well, you have bad taste. Usually.”

            I dropped my head. Could she make it any more obvious? “Never mind, I guess we’ll be leaving too. I’ll just use the bathroom at my house.”

            Kate grinned. “Okay. See you tomorrow then.”

            “Have fun at the movies,” Chace added, holding up his hand in a wave.

            “Thanks. I hope I get to see you again soon!”

            “You will,” he responded positively.

            The other girls bid their adieus and started for their cars. Chace and I had to go in the opposite direction, because I’d been stupid and parked on the complete opposite side. “Sorry you had to sit out like that…”

            “I didn’t mind.”

            “But it must’ve been boring.”

            “Rosie, I didn’t mind,” he repeated, glancing at me. “I liked seeing you hang out with your friends. It reassured me.”

            I raised an eyebrow. “Reassured you?”

            He smiled. “You act the same way around with your friends as you do with me. It’s nice to know that.”

            “Why wouldn’t I?”

            “Well, you now how some girls are,” he said vaguely, shrugging. “Anyway, do you have one of those plastic gas cans? I can fill that up and bring it to the gas station. I’ll give you gas money.”

            I shook my head. “Don’t worry about that. I don’t mind driving you to the gas station and yeah, I have one of those.”

            He grinned. “Awesome. Thank you.”

            “No problem,” I responded, quickening my pace a little. My bladder was ready to burst.

            By speeding, I made it to my house in record time. As soon as I cut the engine, I hopped out of the car, hastening up the steps to my two-story abode. The front door was tall and made of glass, so I was able to see my reflection in it. As well as Chace’s, who stood right behind me. I unlocked the door, gesturing him inside. “Nobody’s home, so make yourself comfortable.”

            “You know,” he started, eyeing my with an amused look, “you shouldn’t tell a strange man you’re all alone with him.”

            “You’re not strange,” I pointed out. “And I trust you. Otherwise I wouldn’t have let you in.”

            Shrugging, he followed me further into the depths of the house. The main hallway was filled with portraits of me, some of my father, and some of my mother and myself. Chace peeped at them as we passed by, trying to be discreet about it. It was times like these that made me proud I’d managed to trick my father into taking down the ugly photos of me.

            “The kitchen is through this doorway,” I told him, pausing by an arched cut off in the wall. “Wait there. I’ll be right back.”

            He nodded, slipping into the room while I hurried to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I swiftly ran a briskly through my hair a few times, trying to make it presentable again. Satisfied, I nearly skipped back to the kitchen. Chace was perched at the island, his hands folded over his lap, his posture good and proper.

            “Are you hungry?” I asked, my own stomach rumbling. Thanks to him, I hadn’t been able to stop at the convenience store and buy a snack. “Or are you in a rush to get home?”

            “I wouldn’t mind a snack,” he told me, his lips curving up. “What do you have?”

            “Umm, pretty much anything. What do you want?”

            “Ramen?”

            I smirked. “Well, I definitely have ramen. I’ll start…” My blood ran cold when I noticed the paper resting on the island top directly in front of Chace.

            The letter from my doctor about my disease he’d sent my father.

            “Rosie?”

            “Ramen it is,” I said quickly, sliding the paper away from him as I passed the counter.

            He peered at my hand, frowning. “What’s that?”

            “Report card,” I lied easily. “From last year. It’s pretty embarrassing. I don’t want you to see it.”

            “It can’t be bad as my senior year grades.”

            “Really? Because you made it to college.”

            “I only needed my first quarter grades to be good,” he informed me. “After that they dropped pretty quickly. English and I don’t mix. We still don’t mix. It’s stupid that we have to take required courses in college,” he complained. “I can’t write for the life of me.”

            I squatted down and pulled a saucepan from the cabinet, straightening up and bringing it to the sink after. “I’m not bad in English. I’m not sure how much a high school could help you, but I could try if you want.” Water began filling up the large pot and I struggled to hold it up.

            “Try using to hands,” Chace suggested, his arms going around me and his large hands covering mine on the handle. “And I’m going to have to take you up on that offer. I don’t feel like paying a million bucks for a tutor.”

            My heart sped up a little at his closeness. “I’ll do it for free.”

            “Maybe I can pay you back some other way,” he murmured thoughtfully, his warm breath blowing against my ear.

            My body tensed. “With gum?”

            He chuckled, pulling away from me and bringing the pot with him. “Is that what you want? I was thinking more like a date every weekend.”

            “You really like to go on dates, don’t you?”

            “They’re fun,” he confessed. “And even more fun with the right girl.” A wink was set my way as he placed the saucepan on the burner.

            I faked a sigh. “I need to find the right guy…”

            “Hey!”

            “Kidding. You’re a pretty fun guy.”

            Pleased at my compliment, he beamed. “I’m not sure how you cook your ramen, but I just stick it in the water before it boils so it gets cooked quicker.”

            “I do too,” I informed him, opening the top cabinets and pulling out to chicken flavored packages. “Chicken okay?”

            “The only kind I eat.”

            “Hey, me too,” he responded, throwing a surprised look at me while he opened the packages. “We’re weirdly alike.”

            I watched his back as he plopped the dried noodles into the simmering water, admiring the shape and strength of it. Subconsciously, I moved toward him, coming to a stop an inch away. The familiar, pleasant scent of his cologne filled my nose and I inhaled deeply, enjoying it. I blinked as I realized how close I’d grown to him, but before I could move away, he turned, my chin coming on contact with his shoulder. He sucked in an air of surprise and I looked up at him, noticing how close our faces were. My eyes zeroed in on his lips. They seemed soft and very kissable.

            Without realizing it, our faces moved closer until our noses bumped. Embarrassed, I yanked myself away, my hands going up to cover my cheeks. What was I thinking?

            “Sorry about that,” Chace apologized quickly. “I didn’t realize how close you were.”

            “It’s my fault,” I responded, shaking my head, completely flustered. “I just, uh, the smell… the smell of ramen was so tempting.”

            Chace did a double take at me. “The smell of the ramen?”

            “Uh, yes?”

            A bark of laughter escaped his lips. “But it doesn’t smell like anything right now!”

            “T-to you!”

            “Maybe it was my smell that attracted you.”

            “What?!”

            He smirked wickedly. “You can admit it. I think you smell nice.”

            My mouth spluttered for a moment. “Wait, you do?”

            “Yeah. You smell like peaches and cherry blossom. It’s nice.”

            “Oh, well thanks,” I responded, smiling at him. “I can’t tell you exactly what you smell like, but I like it. What kind of cologne do you use?”

            He tapped his chin. “Huh. I can’t remember. But I knew it was my scent that attracted you.”

            “It was not!”

            “Yes it was.”

            “I’ll kick you out!”

            He pouted at me. “But I have no gasoline…”

            “Then… Then…”

            I gulped as he gave me the puppy dog look. It always worked on me. “You’re not really going to kick me out, are you?”

            “No,” I sighed, giving in. “It’s too hard to argue with you.”

            “That’s good to know,” he commented, smiling widely. “Now sit down while I finish making the ramen. It’ll be my peace offering.”

            I opened my mouth to tell him there wasn’t really much effort involved in cooking ramen, but decided to leave it. It was just as hard to put him down as to argue with him. So instead, I placed myself at the counter and smiled at him. “Thanks, Chace.”

            “Any time, Rosie. Any time.”

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For some reason, I thought 15,000 was half of 50,000, so now I'm depressed that I'm less than halfway done... And it's halfway through the month lol. I might be able to complete it in time. Booooo. I'm still going to try my beset though! And technically, with my other stories, I've already written more than 50,000 this month. But yeah. The going it tough >< 

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