“Miles and miles between us
Expensive plane tickets
Long waits between visits
Poor internet connections
Nights spent alone
But you’re more than worth is.”
EVERYTHING IS A USUAL
I came back from school and ran into my room. I plugged in the long extension cord and put the laptop on charging, using it all along.
I hopped onto my bed, and turned my laptop on. It was my life. Facebook was one of the sole reasons I existed.
My dad comes home from work around 6, so before that I have plenty of time to go absolutely crazy, without anyone lecturing me on how it’s unhealthy and bad for my eyesight.
I logged into my Facebook and saw that my inbox was filled with a lot of unread messages. Yep, there will be a time to get to that. I checked my friend requests, two from girls in my school and one from some guy called ‘Simon’.
I went to his profile and clicked on his display picture. He was definitely drool worthy. In dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a slightly tanned skin, he was eye candy. He had his arm slung around another guy who was cropped out. Simon was wearing a black v neck, and was smiling with his dimples at full display. I rejected his friend request. Just kidding, of courseI accepted it!
I sent him a ‘do I know you’ text because guys that hot don’t just stumble across your Facebook profile. I started playing games and talking to friends when I got his reply.
Him: Nope. Just looked cute so I sent u a friend request.
Me: no I was being sarcastic. That’s the lamest pickup line I’ve ever heard. On a scale of 1 to 10 id rate that -10
Him: should I try again?
Funny. I liked this boy already.
Me: nope. Remember, first impression is the last impression.
Him: I impressed you pretty well then huh?
Me: you wish
Him: I do. I’ll catch you later, and then I’ll tell you all my wishes.
Me: I’d rather you don’t.
Him: what? Catch you later? Or tell you my wishes?
Me: Hmm. Tough choice. NONE
Him: We’ll see
And then he logged off. I continued chatting with other people; yes I admit I stalked him for quite a while. I’d stumbled across quite a lot of guys, hot ones even, and we talked.
They all told me that I was fun and interesting to talk to, but that’s all we ever did talk. It never developed into anything. A few hours later my dad arrived and I spent the rest of my day with him playing multiplayer racing games with him. He was cool that way.
I logged in again and I had many new messages in my inbox, but his name was the first one my eyes landed on.
Him: So which school do you study in?
Him: Come on, stop being such a tease. Which school?
Me: Burnside High School. You?
Him: Manurewa High School. That’s like six hours away. My best friend transferred to Burnside High School. Guess I’m gonna come and have to visit him now.
I tried not to get too excited by that, and typed in a reply.
Me: Good for you.
Him: Oh yes darling, it definitely is good for me.
Me: Once again, that’s good for you.
Him: Yep. So, what’s your name?
Me: Aliana Carters if you didn’t already know that.
Him: Cool. I thought you were using a fake name or something.
Me: Nah. I like my name just the way it is.
Him: I do too.
My heart just sort of melted at that.
Me: I gotta run Simon. Goodnight.
Him: Goodnight, Aliana.
I logged off, and ate dinner. I lay in bed thinking about him. I didn’t even know him. He was miles away. But I loved the mysteriousness, the funny and cool vibe that he gives off.
I’ve seen his photo online, and it looks hot. And it’s so good to imagine someone who is good looking and nice to talk to. You don’t come across guys like that.
Maybe it’s just lust.
I went to school the next day, came home and talked.
The same thing happened the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that.
One day his message came and I was surprised.
Him: I’ve seen you, but I want to hear your voice.
Me: I’ll think about it.
Him: Done thinking?
I laughed and sent him a message.
Me: Yep. What’s your username?
Him: Er, I forgot. Wait, let me create one.
I chuckled and got up. I washed my face, put on some gloss. I tied my hair into a loose ponytail, and just as I was deciding whether to change my sweatshirt or not, his message popped up.
Him: Simonizcool. That’s my username. What’s yours?
Me: You’ll know when I add you.
I sent him a request on Skype and he accepted it in seconds.
Simonizcool: Alianarox. Nice username.
Alianarox: I made it when I was 12 years old okay!
I never found out what he had to say to that because he video called me, and I was going to reject it but I accidentally clicked accept.
EXPERIENCING NEW THINGS
His dark brown hair was tousled, hazel eyes looking as bright as ever.The white shirt that he was wearing went great with his tanned complexion. I could only make out ‘Nobody’ on the shirt.
“Hey, what does your shirt say?” is the first thing I asked him.
He laughed, his voice deep and manly, but not scary.
“It says ‘Nobody ain’t got time for that’,” and grinned goofily.
I smiled and he smiled, his dimples popping out.
“You look prettier than you did in the photos,” he said sincerely.
“I could say the same about you,” I said, my cheeks reddening.
“I know,” he said grinning.
It took hours before we got comfortable, and then after days and days of skyping, I stopped washing my face and applying gloss every time we had to talk.
We were on skype all day. While doing homework, while sleeping. The video call was always ongoing, whether we were talking to each other or not.
I finished sophomore year, and 8 months passed since we started talking to each other. We liked each other, flirted, but no one asked the other person out officially.
I was sleeping and I woke up to the sound of Simon coughing. He felt better in a little while but I was wide awake, so I decided to talk to him until I fell asleep.
“So,” I asked, “how’s your throat?”
“Good,” he croaked. “I’m going to sleep. My head is killing me. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” I whispered, and tried to go back to sleep.
The next day I woke up and left for school. School passed, and I was heading towards my car when I heard a familiar voice call my name.
I turned around to see Simon in a green shirt and black jeans. He grinned at me then let out a cough.
I ran to him and he wrapped his arms around me.
“Hey,” I breathed.
“You look even prettier than you do on skype,” he whispered.
I smiled and hugged him tighter, and he coughed again.
“You’ve been coughing for weeks now,” I said, worried. “Aren’t you going to get it checked?”
“Doctor,” he croaked, “I came all the way to meet you not hear your lectures.”
I laughed and agreed. We went to a fancy restaurant close by, and his coughing just kept getting worse.
“I took cough medicine before coming here,” he said, his voice hoarse. “My mom’s a doctor, so she said it was supposed to get better now.”
I nodded, and we continued eating, him coughing. Mostly I ate, because he was too busy coughing, and said he didn’t feel hungry.
We drove back home and I made him stay over, since my parents were gone and he was in no condition to drive.
He kept complaining his chest hurt, and he begged me to let him go.
“I don’t want you to see me like this,” he said hoarsely.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s okay. You’re just sick,” I said, trying to make him feel better.
The bell rang and I went to find a guy standing there.
“Hey,” he said, “are you Aliana?”
“Yes,” I said hesitantly.
“I’m Cameron. Simon’s friend. He’s sick?” he asked.
I nodded and asked him to come inside.
“Hey buddy,” he said when he saw Simon.
Simon croaked back a hey and I left to get something to drink for my unexpected guest.
“He’s very sick,” Cameron said.
“No shit,” I said.
Simon laughed and I smiled at him.
“I’m taking him to the hospital,” Cameron told me.
I agreed despite Simon’s protests. Cameron was the friend who studied in my school, although I never saw him around. Simon told me he’s always bunking.
I told the boys to call me as soon as they found out what was wrong and I went to lay down.
Two hours passed and I got no text from either.
Just as I was about to call, I got a text from an unknown number that said, ‘Simon has lung cancer. – Cameron’
That’s the last thing I read before I fell to the ground, and all I saw was darkness.
I woke up to see my dad sitting on my bed, and a blanket draped across my legs.
“Dad?” I asked, groggily.
“You fainted,” he said, “Lucky I got home.”
I nodded, and when he was done lecturing me and bombarding me with food, I grabbed my phone to see if what I read was for real or not.
It was real. I quickly turned on my laptop, and searched up the symptoms for lung cancer.
Every single thing that had been listed online was happening to Simon.
I ran to grab a cab, and went to the hospital, not caring that it was midnight.
I asked the receptionist where Simon was staying, but she told me they checked out an hour ago.
I grabbed a cab back home and called Cameron.
“Hey,” he said.
“Don’t you hey me,” I shouted. “Where’s Simon? You don’t break news over a text! Where are you and why didn’t you call me?”
“Me and Simon are going back. I’m driving. The second his mom found out, she wanted him back home. But he couldn’t drive so I’m taking him. And I would’ve called you if I had balance. Simon’s phone was out of battery so I had no way to reach you,” he calmly explained.
“Okay,” I said, “ can you put him on the phone?”
I heard muttering and then Simon’s voice came.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi,” I said, breaking down in tears.
“Hey,” he said, his voice weak, “Don’t cry. I’m good. The doctors said it’s at an early stage right now. It can be cured. I just need you to be strong okay? For me?”
I nodded, unable to speak. But then I realized he can’t see me so I whispered a yes.
“I’ll talk to you when I get home, how’s that?” he said.
“Yep, sounds good,” I said.
“And listen, I know you already know this, but let me say it. I love you.” He said sincerely.
“I love you too,” I managed to say.
LOOK WHERE LIFE LEADS YOU
He said goodbye and closed the call. And I couldn’t stop the tears that came out so heavily now.
Days passed, and we would talk after school. He’d be lying in bed and I’d be trying to control my tears. He had surgery in a month, and I looked forward to it and dreaded it at the same time.
He was so strong. Not once did he let his weakness show. He looked weak, but he sounded strong.
The day of his surgery rolled by, and I waited by the phone, waiting for him to call.
But he never did.
A day passed by and he neither accepted my call nor called me.
I grew restless, and took the day off.
I was making food and I heard the doorbell ring.
I went to see who it was and I was surprised.
There, stood Simon and Cameron.
I hugged Simon so tight I was afraid I would crush him, if that was possible.
He came in, and explained how he wanted to surprise me. He permanently moved to our city because his mom got a better job at the local hospital!
His surgery was successful, there were just some checkups left which would have to be done in the hospital of our city because that’s where he was first admitted by Cameron.
Me, Simon and his mom went together to every checkup.
He enrolled in my school and after that, it was all rainbows and sunshine because my love, my online love, was within my reachable distance.
A HAPPY ENDING, NEW BEGINNING
And I couldn’t have been happier.
The time that Simon had cancer, I thought I could never be happy again. I was in an eternal state of sadness and depression, and I felt like my soul was taken from me but my heart was left to beat.
But after every storm, there’s sunshine.
After every gray sky, there’s a blue sky.
After every bad day, there comes a good day.
All you have to do is have faith.
“Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, then it’s not the end.”
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