False Alarm

It was the first week of July and we did so much! We had a picnic on the beach again, went to Universal Studios, and learned how to surf. Surfing was awesome! But at the same time frightening…

            We were home and he kept on looking at me. Like every five minutes. It was creeping me out. He looked at me while I was cooking, brushing my teeth, when I was about to get undressed for a shower, going into the pool with my bikini, EVERYTHING.

            That morning, I went into the bathroom and when I was looking for clean towels in the cabinet under the sink, I saw freaking condoms. CONDOMS!

            “What the hell is he doing with these?” I said aloud to myself. I just put them away and walked out of the bathroom.

            I came downstairs and saw a plate of eggs at the table where I sat. We ate breakfast together and went into the pool. We got out, took showers and watched some TV.

            We were watching Pretty Woman. I loved this movie. Anthony knew it was my favorite movie.

            But my freaking raging hormones were in my head. I was watching what Vivian was doing so I could get an idea what I could do. Why was I thinking about this? I wasn’t a boy. Guys did this. Not girls. I was just fantasizing about Anthony. Tall, broad shoulders, green eyes…Stop it Abby. Just watch the movie. But I couldn’t. He was wearing a blue plaid button up shirt with jeans. Who could look the other way when a guy looked like that. Nobody I knew of.

            So I started flirting with him. He knew I was a big flirt and that’s what drove him nuts. It was funny to mess with him. Anthony called it torture and I called it amusement to my eyes.

            I kept on looking at him and when he looked at me, I looked away. I crawled next to him and went in between his legs. I kissed his cheek and faced forward to watch the movie. I kept on playing with his foot and lower leg.

            From the corner of my eyes, I saw him looking at me. I turned to him and saw that his top button was buttoned.

            “Anthony, you geek, you don’t button the top button.” I told him and unbuttoned it.

            “Ok, sorry fashion police.”

            Then my hands had a mind of their own. I unbuttoned the button underneath it and the one underneath that. It didn’t show his chest but it was enough for him to look at me with a confused look on his face. Before I could embarrass myself further, I turned around to look at the movie.

            He just forgot about that which was good and he didn’t bring it up again. That was great because I didn’t want to embarrass myself explaining what I was doing. But I think he knew what I was trying to do.

           

            I went into the kitchen to get myself a sandwich. When I was eating it, I heard a noise. I went out of the kitchen and saw Anthony on the floor unconscious. I picked him up and called 911.

            The ambulance came and took both of us to the emergency room. They got us into a room to run some tests.

            The doctor came in. “The cancer is spreading rapidly. We didn’t think it was going to spread this fast. I’m so terribly sorry…”

            “How long then?” Anthony asked. “Six months?”

            “Maybe a little less. More like four to five.”

            “I’m so terribly sorry.”

           

            We spent the next night in the hospital and Anthony was discharged the next day. When he fainted, I was so worried. I picked him up and he was barely breathing. I was more than worried, I was scared shitless.

            I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared that that was the end of it. How it was the only time we spent together. Not even a month.

           

            We got discharged early in the morning so we drove to the house. It was not even seven. We went into our bedroom and I fell asleep in his arms.

            I thought maybe it was time for us to plan all these trips that were at the end of his list….

            I thought, you never know how much time you have until it’s lost….