Tim & Jill

**back at Michigan in your church**

Wedding bells ring and the music plays for the bride. The doors open and the whole church congregation is there with school mates as well. They all turn around to see you with a beautiful wedding dress on, being led down the aisle by Randy's father.

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You walk down the aisle, feeling your heart beat so fast and hard that it could kill you right there. You look to see Randy's face and it's like this:

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You finally arrive to Randy and Tim's dad lets you go. The pastor talks about love from his bible and you and Randy just stare into...

Chapter 11: Not A Milkman

{Al's POV}

Tim walks into the studio and I know this is the chance I've been waiting for. I haven't seen him in a few days so now is my chance.

"Tim!" He pauses and waits for me to catch up.

"Hey Al, how'd the show go?"

"Just fine....Tim what's going on? Its not a milkman." He sighs and fidgets. "Tim, I always tried to be your friend, let me help."

"I've been spending time with the family." I nod and he sighs. "Randy's sick." There's some thing about the way he says that that sets off alarms in my head.

"What do you mean sick?"

"Its cancer Al." Boy I hadn't seen that one coming....

Randy goes in your room when the doctor said it was ok. He sees you sleeping and he can smell the bleach from cleaning up your blood. He grabs a chair and sits next to you. He holds your hand and feels it cold. He warms them up for you by breathing on them. Randy starts tearing up again and his tear drops fall on your hand. He quickly wipes them off your hand...

You wake up to see Randy asleep on the chair next to your bed. You look around and you realize your in a hospital. You can't remember anything that happened to you before except the dizziness you felt back at Randy's house. You smile...

In the middle of the night again, you wake up feeling a sharp twisting pain in your stomach. You twitch and you quickly yet gently move Randy's hands off your waist. You leave the couch and you run to the bathroom and you head to the toilet. You just start throwing up and throwing up into the toilet, closing your eyes but feeling the acidic burn in your throat. When your done throwing up, you look and you see blood in the toilet.

Jamie: Oh god...

**next morning**

You go back to your bed and you plop onto the bed, not being able to fall asleep. You look up at the ceiling, just staring into the...

Chapter 9- Song for the Lonely

December 1st was the funeral of Cynthia Grace Carter. Landon, Susie and Hegbert planned the funeral. The last few days it was just too hard to
describe. The Taylors helped in every way they can. Jamie and Hegbert were walking around. Jamie tried to calm down her father.

"I can't believe she's gone," said Hegbert

"Dad I'm so sorry," said Jamie

"This is like when you mother died, I can't believe Cynthia is dead too" said Hegbert.

Hegbert went away and Jill came up to Jamie.

"Jamie I am so sorry," said Jill

"Thanks Mrs. Taylor" said Jamie

"Call me Jill," said Jill

"I couldn't"...

Chapter 2: the news

Randy and Jamie were in front of Tim and Jill's house. Jamie was ready to turn back.

"Jamie don't my parents can help us"

"I feel so scared"

"My parents are very nice"

"Okay I can't believe I'm listening to you, are you sure?"

"No I'm not sure my parents are complete strangers to me"

"Ha ha ha very funny"

Randy kissed Jamie before he ringed the doorbell. Randy was feeling his heart beating faster and faster by the minute. Randy ringed the doorbell.
Jill answered the door.

"Oh my god Randy'

"Hey mom"

Randy and Jill hugged each other. Jamie wasn't that nervous anymore.

"Mom this is my...

Chapter 17: Why Does It Always Have To Be Him?

{Brad's POV}

No....God no....why? Why Randy, why now? This can't be happening. Not to him, not to our family. God please, don't do this....please! I never understood fully why people were religious, we went to church on holidays, but we weren't exactly religious. I never doubted you existed though. I never doubted you knew best. Until now that is. Why are you doing this to us? Why him, why does it always have to be him? Don't make me hate you God, don't take him from us. Not after we went through so much. Not after he suffered so much.

"Brad?" I glance...