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"Bee, stop running!" The boy's voice came from behind, startling and pleasing me. He was chasing me. Good. I wanted him to. "Breana seriously!" He now sounded annoyed. Fine, I thought. I slowed and spun to a stop. "Finally" he panted. "You're too fast." His soft looking hair waved as he straightened up. His brown eyes looked at me through the lens of his glasses that everyone knew were fake. He smiled at me. "Oh poor Steven Garcia. Too slow to catch even the midget Brielle Lopez." I said tauntingly. He can over and hugged me. "You're not a midget. Just vertically challenged" he said, smirking the whole time. "Shut up doofus" I said. His braces flashed as he smiled. He hugged me tightly, saying "You do know that I love you, right?" I kissed him. "I love you too stevey. I love you...."

~two months later~

"And finally anyone who is signing up for the Anime Club must report to the front office or the cafeteria....." The boring voice of Professor Ramales droned on and on about the new Anime Club that was the new "big" thing in Brookmere High. Who is he kidding, I thought. Nobody cares about this shit. My phone buzzed. -hey babe. Steven was texting me again. He had text me like three times already. I smiled and discreetly text him back.

-hey

-whatcha doing

-listening to

Ramales

-oh right we have

Class

-yea

-hey I just got

Tickets to the

concert in Bakersfield

Want 2 go?

-def. when is it

-Saturday at six

-k I'll be there

• love u

-love u too

Sometimes I just love my boyfriend. Of course we have our fights. Mostly we don't fight though.

~Saturday~

The thumping beat of the music resonates in my ears as me and Steven dance to the beat. Stevey picks me up and twirls me around. He puts me down and kisses me suddenly. I gasp a little and hold him tighter. BOOM~ came the noise from backstage. "What the hell was that?!" I yell as clouds of smoke come from behind the curtains. "Bee we need to get out of here!" Steven yells as the stage gives an almighty creak. The sound of shrieking and tearing metal echoes throughout the hall. People start to scream as they realize what's about to happen. The stage is falling in. We had managed to get front row spots, so when it came down we would be crushed. "Bee, come on!!" Steven yells. I look back at him, his face terrified. That's what really gets me moving. The shock that my boyfriend doesn't know what's going to happen. That he's scared. Another loud BOOM shakes the hall. A huge shard of metal comes down right in front of me. "Steven!!!" I scream. I can't hear him. I sink to my knees, sobbing. Just then, the stage falls. I have the sensation of being hit, and pain shoots through my body. My last thought before consciousness leaves me. I hope Steven is alright........

"Beeeeeeeeeee! Be-e..." My voice breaks on the last word. I've been screaming her name for the last ten minutes, trying to find my precious Honey Bee. All I can see is her face before that metal fell in front of her. Panicked. Tear-stricken. Terrified. She screamed my name before it fell. "Beeeeeee!" I have to find her. I have to. Suddenly I stop. I heard something. There it is again! A sob-whimper. I rush to the ruins of a spotlight. I heave it away. Not there. Over there maybe? "S-stevey?" The weakest little voice floated into my ears and I saw a big patch of rubble shift ever so slightly. "Bee!" I scrambled over to the pile and started digging. I found her under a beam that formed a sort of barrier over her. I knew the damage would have been much more severe if that hadn't been there. "Steven....I can't feel my legs. I can't feel my legs!" She sobbed out. "Shh shh it'll be ok." I said soothingly. "Hey, I need some help over here!" A bother guy came over and helped me get all the debris off Bee. I gently picked her up and walked over to the merchandise stand. I laid her on the T-shirts and held her hand until the emergency vehicles arrived.

Her heart was crushed. Literally. I couldn't believe it. Her beautiful, sweet, kind, loving heart was not going to pull through. "There is another option" said the doctor, seeing my stricken expression. "We could do a transplant." "Will she survive that?" I asked, worried out of my freaking mind. "Probably" the doctor said. "When?" I asked weakly. "Tomorrow at the earliest, Friday at the latest (it was Sunday morning)" said the doctor. "Tomorrow" said the doctor. "I'll notify you when we finish."

~two days later~

We regret to inform you that while the transplant was successful, the patient's body is reacting negatively to the surgery. We will notify you of any further developments. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Doctor Bernard De Rios

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No. What the hell? They said she was getting better. Come on Bee. Pull through.

Xoxoxo

Get better Bee!!!!!