Fight Back

Date: 18th December 2014. Weight: 7st 7lbs. Stage: Four. Estimated time of survival: Two and a half months.

Being the complete coward I am I haven't spoken to Mike since. I've been avoiding him; hiding behind desks, submerging myself in pyramids of netball's, that kind of thing. I think he knows, but I really don't care.
Phil was too absorbed in his lecture to question me about Mike. After I'd told him how I was feeling the day after the party he somehow found out I had gone and had devised that I'd drank and smoked. He went into the dangers of teen drinking then added Infirma in there. It's apparently really dangerous. I never thought of the impact it would have on me. I feel like everybody is making me be so careful and treat my life outside of the four walls of my bedroom like one drawn out risk. But I'm dying and I have only months left. I have a right to live and take risks. I have a right to get drunk, smoke what I want and kiss Mike. But Phil doesn't see it like that.
As I was walking home from school I could feel the weight on my bag digging into my shoulder. I dropped it down onto the floor and huffed loudly. I can't carry this thing for distances. "Watch it, Pippa." Mike said in my ear and I froze. Shit. I turned to run away but he was holding my bag. It had my medication inside and I kind of needed it. "Heading home?" he asked and I silently nodded. "You looking forward to going home?" I shook my head. "Looking forward to your Christmas break?" I shook my head again. Then he threw an arm out, nearly sending me flying.
"What the fuck?!" I spat.
"So you still have the ability to speak?! What's been up with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've been avoiding me, you're not speaking to me. I thought it was okay at the party, then you ran away."
"I don't need your permission to run away."
"Are you bipolar or something?" Mike laughed crossly. He walked in front of me until we were only inches away from one another. "What's going on?" he nearly begged.
"You deserve someone so much better than me, Mike. Why can't you see how messed up my head is?"
"Pippa," he growled in frustration and pulled at his hair. "I can see how fucked up you are! I don't care about all that, I just care about you and me and where we're going,"
"I don't know where we're going..." I trailed away. "You deserve someone that'll be around for your one year anniversary." I muttered.
"Stop doubting yourself! You have all these problems in your head that you've created for yourself. They wouldn't even exist if you didn't over-think everything to death!"
"I don't."
"Shut up!" he snapped. "And you’re a bitch. You hate the world for some reason, that hate has turned you into a spiteful fucker and ruined you. You swear and insult everyone around you to the point they want to run a mile when they see you. You're hypocritical and your dreads resemble a stray cat!" Mike said and started to laugh uncontrollably. I watched him and punched him hard in the arm.
"You prick!" I growled.
"I am a prick!" he laughed. "I'm cocky and over confident and conceited and every other insult you've thrown at me. My family is fucked beyond belief and I still think I'm better than most people and flirt myself into naive girls affections. I'm a bastard!"
"You are!" I laughed.
"So I do deserve you, Helena Jasper. I kind of love you. No matter how fucked you are nothing is going to change that."
"What?" I asked stiffly. He couldn't, he just couldn't.
"You heard me, Dread." he repeated slowly.
"No one can love me. I'm too-"
"You've insulted me, made me fall down a hill and nearly beaten me to death with your dreads. I'm the only one that can possibly."
"This isn't a movie style declaration of love."
"I don't care," he breathed. Mike dropped my bag and started to lean in. "Now I'm going to kiss you, Pippa. Everyone is going home so unless you have a rape alarm in your coat pocket all the kings horses and all the kings men couldn't stop me. Pippa, you're screwed." then he kissed me. A real ‘raunchy lose your virginity to me in this super green grass now’ kind of kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and his hands went to my bum. He squeezed and pulled me to him. Then I was lifted up and my legs wrapped around his hips. Mike was beautiful, just like my brother. Accept I wanted to do things to him that would have in Alex's case led to incest. Mike was hot and gorgeous and I wanted him. Not in a particularly sexual way, I just wanted him to be mine.
We eventually pulled away from one another. "Mike," I breathed softly. "Iloveyou," I rushed. He tilted his head to the side for a minute.
"What was that?" he teased.
"Don’t make me say it again."
"That's what I like to hear." he smirked and put me down onto my feet.
"Rosie will have a bitch fit." I told him.
"Rosie can go screw herself," he laughed. Mike grinned and I snatched my hand away. His grin faded and he frowned.
"Forget this." I muttered. Mike picked up my bag and I turned him around, then I jumped up onto his back. I felt him chuckle and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He started walking first and then took a jog.
"Hey!" he called breathless.
"Hmm..."
"Be my whore?"
"I already am." I said and chewed on my lip. His back is quite firm, I think I like it.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? They're together! Who's been waiting for this? What will happen now? Will she tell him? :)