Zach has had cystic fibrosis his whole life. Since he knew he would die young he never wanted to fall in love because he didn't want to let the other person down. He also didn't want to die young but he knew he couldn't change that.
Jonah got diagno...
"Oh come on. Please? It's not even that bad," Zach says. Him and Jack have been trying to convince me to paint my nails for the past while. It's already 2:00am so I give in.
"Fine, but only because I want sleep." Both of them nod and run to the bathroom together. God I'm lucky. A few minutes later they run back down the stairs with a box.
"Name a color," Jack orders.
"You choose," I say.
About 10 minutes later they finally choose a color. (no, not a color. you remember zachs nails from like a month or two ago?)
"They look nice. Now, can I go to sleep?" I ask them.
"Fine. We'll be up in a little, just have to finish cleaning up," Zach says. I nod and walk up the stairs to Zachs room since we're staying at his house for the night.
a/n
147 wc
lmao, i'm ending this soon. this is trash at this point. anyway byebye for now.
-Tate<3
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