The same day:

Kenna's POV

Here he was, looking at my bald self with a soft expression on his face, at around eleven p.m. in my hospital room.

Isn't he supposed to be at home?

I couldn't move. I didn't want him to look at me like this, but here he was anyway.

I cover my face as soon as I'm in a state to move.

I guess he runs up to me because he's holding me in an instant.

"I'll give you two some time," mom says, and the next thing I heard was the door open and shut.

Tyler wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me closer to him.

I refused to show him my face.

For the first time, I want to hide my face from someone.

"It's okay, Kenny, let go," he coos in my ears.

No, it isn't okay.

He doesn't say anything.

Just being there, wrapped up in his arms, made me calm down.

I pull away from him with my hands still covering my face, and he lets go of me.

He attempts to move my hands away from my face and succeeds.

He holds my hands in his and says, "Hey, you're still my pretty Kenna."

Note to self: He called me his pretty Kenna.

At this, I look straight at him. Into those blue eyes, which seem to turn darker every second.

"Don't ever cover your pretty face," he says, never letting go of our hands.

I look at him blankly.

What could I even say?

"Are you zoning out again, Kenny?" he asks in an attempt to make me smile.

And I do.

"No, I just didn't know what to say," I croaked, sounding like a rusted trumpet.

He flashes his gorgeous smile at me, and I feel better in an instant.

"So you still want to hang out with me tomorrow ?", he asks.

I look at him, surprised that he still wants to hang out with me.

"You still want to hang out with me?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, why not?" he says, making a weird face.

"I just thought you didn't want to hang out with me anymore," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

His mouth opens in surprise, but he doesn't speak a word.

"And why would you say something like that?" he asks, sounding mad at me.

"Um, because I'm bald now?" I say, looking deep into his eyes.

Oh boy.

If looks could kill, I'd be six feet deep in the ground. He gives me the iciest glare I've ever seen.

Oops.

I blink several times in an attempt to avoid the tension between us.

He places his right hand under my chin and wraps his left arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

"I would love to spend every minute with you, Kenna; I don't care if you're bald, pale, or whatever, because I..." he stops suddenly.

He looks into my eyes. They are less attractive than his, but he gazes into them, making my knees go weak.

I look into his deep blue eyes. They are so gorgeous, drawing me into a calm sea. And I was slowly drowning in them.

"Kenny," he says with a smirk on his face, drawing me out of my trance and back into reality.

I steady myself, still wrapped in his left arm.

"Oh yeah, you didn't complete your sentence," I suddenly remembered and blurted out.

"Yeah, it's just that I would love to spend every chance I have with you, Kenny. I don't care about how you look, because all I care about is how you are as a person," he says, and I swear I could sense the honesty in his voice.

I smile at this. His words have touched my heart.

"So I'm pretty sure that sums up everything, and you have no more doubts regarding why I love spending time with you because I really don't care about how you look," he says, raising one of his eyebrows.

Such a cutie.

"Yeah, okay," I say, nodding enthusiastically.

If he doesn't care, I guess I shouldn't either.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow? Maybe not at noon. Change of plans. Let's get out of this hospital," he says, pulling me closer to him.

I squeal at this.

I'm so excited to get out of this stupid hospital. I've forgotten about the outside world while being trapped inside this place.

I'm trapped with my now-favorite people: Mom, Tyler, and Danica.

It's been two weeks since I've been here in this hospital. I'd be glad to go out and see the outside world again and-

"Kenna is zoning out again," Tyler groans.

I couldn't help but laugh. He looked so funny.

He joins in, and we're laughing our heads off.

After a while, when I don't find his face funny, I calm down. He does too.

"Okay, I need to get going and prep stuff for us," he says, throwing a wink at me.

I nod, and he reluctantly lets go of me.

"Okay, so you're allowed to take me out of the hospital?" I ask, realization dawning on me.

"I make the rules here, Kenny. So, yes. I can and will take you out of the hospital. With all necessary precautions, of course," he says as he walks to the door.

Once he's by the door, he speaks again: "I'll see you soon, my pretty girl."

And with that, he was gone, leaving me in a dreamworld named Tyler Hart.

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Now, perched on my bed, close to midnight, my thoughts drift to Tyler.

I wonder what he's planning. It better be worth it, because I'm already missing him.

Wait, what?

After some time, unable to get my mind to stop thinking about Tyler, I decided to text him.

We didn't text much, as we'd spend a lot of time together.

Our text conversation has consisted of only two messages to date.

The first text was the day Tyler texted me, informing me it was his number. And the second one was me replying how glad I was that he texted.

It was the day my first chemo took place.

I decided to add more text to our conversation today.

I reached for my phone on my bedside table and grabbed it.

I glanced at mom and Danica, who are engrossed in watching some chick flick on the television.

I focus my attention back on my cell phone. No texts or calls from Ally as yet.

It didn't matter to me anymore. I called her several times, and she didn't respond to any of them.

If she can ignore our beautiful friendship, so can I.

I clicked on my inbox to find Tyler's name at the top.

I'm a very anti-social person, and hence, I'm not big on texting anyone. I liked to live in the moment rather than live on social media.

That probably explains why I don't have many friends.

I clicked on Tyler's name and began typing.

Kenna: Would it sound cheesy if I said I miss your company?

I immediately erased the text.

Seriously? I can't send that to him. What was I even thinking?

I attempted another one,

Kenna: Hey Tyler, I miss you already. I wonder what you're planning.

Another failure.

After several attempts, I managed to get it right.

Kenna: Hey Tyler, whatever you're planning better be good, because it's taken my friend's attention off me for a day.

I clicked the send key before I could change my mind.

I waited impatiently for a reply.

After about ten million years, which happened to be only ten minutes, I got a reply from him.

Tyler: Hey, beautiful girl, I'm going to try my best to make it up to you.

Well, I don't care if he does or not, because he just called me beautiful and already made it up.

Kenna: Okay, let's see.

Tyler: Alright, just admit you miss me.

How does he even know?

Boy, he has some telepathy skills.

Kenna: I don't miss you. Not at all.

Tyler: That's clear proof that you miss me ;)

Wink emoji.

I imagine him winking at me and giggle.

Kenna: Alright, maybe I do. Get back to work, boy.

Tyler: I knew it. It's been less than two hours? And my gorgeous girl is already missing me.

Can he not call me his?

He's already charmed me with that gorgeous face, and now he's just going to call me his when I'll never be his?

Kenna: Don't act like you don't miss me too.

I swear, I meant to say it sarcastically.

Tyler: Of course I do. I miss looking at that pretty face and entwining our fingers :)

Tyler Hart has officially stolen my heart.

Well, at least I think so.

Kenna: Okay, maybe I miss that too.

Yes, I had to keep it calm. I couldn't just tell him how much I missed it.

Tyler: Maybe?

Kenna: Okay, fine, you got me.

Tyler: Yes, I got you ;)

Okay, whatever that means.

Kenna: Good night, Tyler. I'll see you tomorrow or today since it's past midnight.

Tyler: Hah, someone's shy and wants to skip replying to the previous text ;)

Tyler: Nevermind. Good night, Kenny. I'll see you soon. Take care.

With this, I place my cell phone back on my bedside table and plug the charger in.

Mom and Danica are still engrossed in the movie, but I'm too tired.

A lot happened today, and I can't take it anymore.

I need to rest.

"Good night, Mom and Dani," I call out.

"Good night, baby."

"Good night, Kenny," mom and Danica say at the same time and smile.

I giggle at this, and the smiles on their faces turn into grins.

They continue watching their movie while all I do is think about Tyler before I drift off into a peaceful slumber.