Eleven

fourty eight.

"why?"

"because."

"dallas, nows not the time to be an ass."

"the answers no."

he took out his pack of cigarettes and lit up a new one.

"i thought we were somewhat friends."

"are we? are we really? who are we fooling? your here to fulfill your life with exciting thrilling experiences and i'm here because i have nothing better to do. and once this is all over, the sick kid is left alone."

"you don't mean that and in case you have forgotten, i'm sick too."

"but do you have to spend your days in a hospital, surrounded by death, sadness and sorrow."

i stayed quiet knowing the answer.

"i didn't think so."

"dallas despite what you think, i care about you and i think of you as a good friend and i want to do this for you. besides it may not turn up as a match, it's worth a try though."

"that's sad, considering we just met a month and a half ago. i don't need friends you know, all i need is myself."

"well, you can't really get rid of me that fast. sorry to burst your happy bubble."

"blue, your a real idiot."

i snatched the cigarette from his mouth and smashed it on the ground.

"and you are too."

and then i stormed off.