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Alone
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Lonely girl plus lonely boy equals..?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 6 - Words: 5,191 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 04-29-11 - Published: 12-30-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2877963
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"How about.. this one?" Xyra turned from the mirror to show Derek her new dress.

He smiled. "You look beautiful."

She blushed and went to kiss him on the cheek.

It had been a few days since Derek moved in with Xyra and her family, yet he felt like he was already home.

"Hey, I'll go try on my new top. Wait for me, okay?" She smiled at him.

"Don't keep me waiting." He winked.

She giggled and went to change.

I swear to God I am the happiest guy in the world, he thought.

Being with the girl he loved meant everything to him, especially since she loved him back.

It was a rare thing, really. Being loved by the person you loved especially when you both came from two different worlds. It must be just a dream.

Then suddenly he heard a crash from her room.

He stood up immediately and went to her room.

As he entered he saw her lying on the floor unconscious.

He carried her downstairs to her parents saying, "She fainted."

They looked at him, got the car keys and drove straight to the hospital.

"I believe, your daughter has brain cancer."

Derek sat and stared and his world suddenly stopped when he heard the words coming out of the doctor's mouth.

"What? How did this happen?!" Garrett asked angrily.

"Well, I think it's in the genes. It can't be just.. out of the blue."

"So will she survive?" Quinn spoke, her voice shaking.

The doctor fixed his glasses. "Well, we can't really tell ma'm. All you can do is praying she will."

Tears fell down Xyra's cheeks and all Derek could do was comfort her and tell her everything will be fine, but he wasn't really sure. He wasn't God, is he?

They sat on the swing that night.

They sat in silence, not knowing what to say after they heard the news.

Until she finally spoke, "We really shouldn't be crying over this. Let's just… spend time together while there's time, you know?"

He pursed his lips and nodded.

She smiled "That's why tomorrow we're going to have a date."

He looked at her, confused. " A date? Where?"

"Anywhere. We could go to the park, or the flower shop down the street. It'll be fun."

And the way she smiled made him realize it could be fun.

"Let's go, slowpoke! We don't wanna be late!" She giggled as she ran down the stairs.

He ran after her and said their goodbyes to her parents and as they went outside he turned to see her parents smiling sadly and waving.

He held her hand "So where are we going first, my lady?" He winked at her.

She grinned, "First, we're going to the park. We're going to feed some baby ducks by the pond."

She shook the paper bag she was holding that was filled with bread, he guessed.

"That's great."

As they arrived at the park they walked slowly now and admired the beautiful flowers.

"Wow, I've never been to a park this beautiful."

"This is my favorite place to go to when I need to think… when I leave the house without saying anything to my parents, they don't know I go here. They always think I'm somewhere far and they would always call the neighbors asking where I was or if they saw me. Nobody knew I went here, and that's a good thing. This is my private place, my place of peace." She smiled as she looked around.

Now that he thought about it, it was beautiful.

He suddenly felt, whole and complete.. being there with the love of his life.

"There's the pond!" she squealed as they neared the pond. He can even hear the quacks of the little ducklings.

She began to open the paper bag and get some bread to feed the baby ducks.

They took turns feeding the ducks, until the sun was up blazing on them.

She threw the paper bag in the trash can as they left.

"So where to next?" he asked as she linked her arm with his.

"Let's go eat some ice cream." She smiled. He never felt so happy in his entire life, just being with her and seeing her smile like nothing bad's going to happen to her.

"There's the ice cream man!" She skipped to the ice cream man and started telling him what she wanted.

"There you go, missy." He smiled as he handed two cones of Chocolate ice cream.

She gave one to him, of course and they started eating as they went to sit on the bench.

"This is fun, really fun. It doesn't even feel like I'm dying."

"Don't say that. We don't know for sure." He said sternly.

"But, what if I do? What will you do?"

He paused for a while then answered, "I don't think I'd be able to do anything with the depression I'll have."

She cocked her head to the side "Why would you be depressed?"

He looked at her as if she was the craziest girl in the world "Maybe you don't understand.. I love you. If you die, it's like.. a part of me died. I don't think I'd be able to handle that. I have never loved anyone my whole life and just the thought of me losing you.." he shook the idea away.

She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

He held her head "Don't be."

They left the pastry shop that afternoon.

The sky started to darken, he noticed.

"Hey, I think we should go home. It looks like it's gonna rain anytime soon."

She held his hand while she held the box of cupcakes they bought for her parents.

"Nonsense. We should dance in the rain while we can."

Then it started drizzling.

"I'm serious, we should go."

She then pulled away from his grasp and started twirling and twirling and twirling.

He chuckled, "She's out of her mind." He told himself.

"Come and dance with me." she pulled him and started twirling.

They laughed as it rained harder.

They twirled and twirled and danced, and then they started waltzing.

She put her head on his shoulder and they danced real slowly.

Then they looked at each other and smiled.

Then they kissed.

It was the best day of their lives.

This took a while. I lost inspiration while writing, I hope you liked it.

The ending seemed cliché, but it's all good.

Thank you for reading, please review.

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