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I leaned up against the wooden door of my mom's hospital romo. Occasionally I would look in the small windows to find her sound asleep. I hate this. She doesnt deserve to be here. It wasnt her fauly she drank to much and almost killed herself. I had to keep telling myself that,or i'd burst into tears. I peeked one last time through the small window. Mom's long brown hair was draped over her shoulders. her oddly tan skin was getting paler. I brushed tears from my eyes and walked back into the waiting room where my brother San sat with his Ipod in his ears. I st on the sofa next to Manson, my bestfriend and exhaled.
"Ia she okay?" He asked leaning in close to my ear.
"I dont know...she was asleep."
HIs eyes spftened and he grabbed ahold of my hand. My heart leaped into my throat.
"Ms. Mckinley?" A nurse asked scanning the waiting room. I stood and she motioned me to her. She led me into a confrence room and shut the door.
"Alice," She started looking at her feet. "Your mom.." Tears came to my eyes. I knew what she was struggling to say.
"Died just a few minutes ago, im so sorry." I put my head in my hands and the nurse rubbed my back. I stood up and ran out into the waiting room. Sam and Manson quickly stood up. I fell onto the carpet and bawled. hey ran over to me and Manson picked me up.
"She's gone!" I yelled. Sam banged his fist against the wall. Manson cradled me in his arms as we cried. That was the last time i ever went to a hospital. The very last time I ever saw my mother.
2 Years Later.

I opened a small box of my moms things and smiled. I took out a perfume bottle and took a wiff. Mom. I set the bottle on the floor and pulled out a photo. The photo was of me, Sam, and mom. Our parents divorced when me and Sam were four and five so we really never hand contact with our father.
"Knock, Knock..." Mansons voice came from the hallway. I shoved the items back in the box and pushed it under my bed.
"Hey."
He smiled and kissed my forehead. "You okay?" Inodded and he wrapped his arms around me.
"Good...cause I have a suprise for you."
I grinned. "Suprise?"
He nodded and led me downstairs. "Dont peek until I tell you to..." His voice faded. The front door opened and slammed shut. I heard feet rustle on the carpet.
"Open your eyes!"
The voice wasnt Mansons, it was Trace! I opened my eyes and in front of me stood Manson, Trace, and Blake. My bestfriends.
"Oh my gosh!" I yelled throwing myself at the boys. "I havent seen you in forever!" I yelped in Traces ear.
"I know this!" He yelled back. I laughed and slightly hugged Blake. Things have been weird between us since my mom died. I have no idea why. We used to be really close. Maybe he just doesnt know how to act in front of me anymore. Like im erally fragle.
"Hi...Alice." His face was scrunched. I ignored his awkward tone and smiled at Trace.
"What are you guys doing here?"
Trace looked at Manson. "It was all him...we were just chillin in Las Vegas when he called..as soon as we heard the name Alice, we packed out bags and took off towards good ol' Maryland." he took a long deep breath and smiled.
Blake only nodded. Manson put his hand on my should and gave it a slight squeeze.
The front door swong open and Sam and his girlfriend Larun walked in.
"Well look who the cat dragged in." Trace commented embracing Sam in a bear hug. I felt a slight pan of jealousy towards Sam and Larun. ONe, she is gorgeous and two, they are totally and completely in love. Me? Not so much. I've never been in love. That makes everything harder. My eyes lingered to Mansons face. His deep brown eyes cinrckled at the sides as he laughed at Trace. My whole body went numb as he glanced over at me and winked. We, Manson and I have been best friends since first grade, roughly 11 years ago. Ever ince 8th grade my feelings have shifted...we both know we like ezachother but no one says anything. Why? I couldnt tell you..maybe im to scared. Scared that he really doesnt feel the same way. I dont want to ruin our friendship. I dont want to see his smile go away. My throat closed and tears stung my eyes as a shiny, Beautiful, diamond ring was thrusted in my face. Laurn's hand wiggled around and she squealed. Sam proposed.
"Isnt it amazing?" She gushed admiring the rock on her left hand.
"I..i'm speechless!"
Laurn laughed and moved onto Black and Trace. I quickly wiped away a tear and Manson looked at me. His face softened and he put his hand on my arm. The skin under his tanned hand tingled.
"Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, only a whisper.
"Why wouldnt I be? Sam's getting married for crying out loud!" Manson smiled and slowly dropped his hand to his side. A wave of saddness flooded throughout my body. My hand itched to take his hand and put it back on my arm. But I didnt. I stayed put, tears threatening to leak down my face.
"Alice..." Sam's voice came from the kitchen. I looked up. "Can you help me make dinner?"
I nodded and excused myself. Manson smiled and I sighed.
The ktched smelled of spaghetti and garlic bread. Yumm...my favorite! I approached Sam and blinked.
"Big day, Eh?" He smiled and nodded. "You didnt tell me you were gonig to propose to her..."
"I didnt know I had to ask your promission." This really made me stagger.
"What are you talking about?"
"I dont have to tell you every single detial about my love life just because you dont have one, okay!?"
I was really taken aback now. Sam's eyes widened and he dropped the wooden spoon covered in red sauce.
"Alice...im so sorry...I didnt mean.."
Tears fell from my eyes and I turned to leave.
"Alice, please..." I didnt look back at him. Manson smiled when I appeared from the kitchen. His smile faded once he actually saw me.
"Alice!" Sam said walknig after me. I shook my head. Manson stared at me. I averted my eyes and ran out the front door.

I clsoed my eyes and rocke back and forth on the swing. The tears dried up and my hands trembled from the freezing wind. I cant believe he said that. Sam...Samuel Ray Mckinley. My own brother.
"Alice." The voice startled me. My eyes shot open and I turned around. Manson searched my face and sat on the swing next to mine.
"I dont know what Sam said but just know that im hear if you need to talk." I cringed. I couldnt talk to him..So i kept quiet. Manson nodded and walked over to me. I looked up at him and he knelt down so he was eye level with me.
"Okay, then we wont talk." He looked into my eyes. His lips were so kissable...but I couldnt...could i? I could almost taste his breath out faces were so close.
"Manson..."
He shook his head, his nose rubbing up against mine. "No, I thought we werent talking." He whispered. His lips hoverd over mine for a minute.
"Alice! Finally you found her!"
Manson pulled away and Sam approached ys. Dangit.
"San." Manson said standing up once again. Sam looked down at me and I sighed.
"Can you give us a minute?" He asked Mason. Mason nodded and waved before turning adn walking towards our house.
"Alice, hear me out..."
"Sam look i really could care less about what you think about me, okay?"
"Alice..."
I shook my head. "Go away, get married, move out. Your right, it's time."
"Are you kicking me out?" He asked, stunned.
I again shook my head. "Nom, you were going to abanden me anyway," I stood up from the swing. "So why not now, Eh?"
Sams face softened. "Thats why your mad? Because you think im abandening you?"
I chuckled. "Get a life, I really dont give a crao whether or not you live with me."
"Then what! Why are you mad?!"
I sighed. "Because you guys are perfect!" he just stared at me so I went on. "You and Laurn have everything! Youa re in love and you bought her a freaking huge ring and she is gorgeous!"
He sighed, "Alice, yuo are jealous of me and Laurn?"
I rubbed my forehead. "Thats what it sounds like."
"Alice?"
"What?"
"You are in love, you just cant see it yet."

My eyes fluttered open to teh sound of people talking. Where was I? I couldnt tell you.
"Just take it downstairs, I'll go check on Alice." Manson.
The bedroom door creaked open and he stepped in. "Hey, your awake!"
I nodded and searched his face. Did he remember out almost kiss?
"I, uh, was just coming in to see if you were okay. Hem..er.." Yeah, he did.
"Where am I?" My voice was grogily.
MAnson looked relieved to hear me talk. "My house...well, now Laurn and Sams."
I looked down at the sheets and sighed. it was Sa,'s moon and stars sheets.
"Wait, what?!" I asked not quite understanding what Manson was telling me.
He nodded. "They needed a hosue and I most certinly dont need it so Wa-La!"
I sat up. "Where are you going to stay?"
His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, matching his red skinny jeans. "Uh, Sam said I could have his old room, at your apartment."
My stoamch flipped. Manson would be living with me?
"Oh, thats...cool." I was proud of myself, my voice didnt even crack.
he nodded and opened the bedroom door. "Well, I better go and help Sam load my stuff into the truck to take to your apartment."
I nodded and he was gone. I looked out the window to see Larun hugging Sam. I thought about what he said.
Was I in love? What does that even mean?

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