Okay forget about the lame corny story about me and Derek. I realized that I really don't want to write it . sorry.
So this is what happened.
A few days ago I found out I'm in remission.
It was honestly the greatest moment of my life.
I was crying and Derek was hugging me so hard it almost hurt.
He ran down the hallway pushing me in a wheelchair (that wasn't mine) screaming
"SHE'S FREE!"
and I was laughing and smiling and I was happy.
We got yelled at by five different nurses
and we were trying so hard not to laugh.
Then they left, and my mom went to the bathroom,
and it was just me and Derek.
And I was just so happy and energetic, I thought,
"F.uck it"
and walked over to him and kissed him, and he kissed back.
So, I can't really call him my brother anymore.