"Amelia! Wait for me!" my boy best friend-Wilbur Williams- I call him Will, shouted after me. Will was a good looking guy, with brown hair and blue eyes, while I was a black haired girl with dark brown eyes and a really sharp jawline. We were in the park. Playing catch. I stopped to catch my breath, and he caught me. I groaned, "Aww, I shouldn't have stopped!" "Unfortunately, I'd rather you stopped than have you collapse." Will said. I'm 11, and he's 12. He likes me, romantically, and he has made that clear. And, I don't like him. Which he's not okay with, but hides it almost too well. In fact, he hides it so well that even I forget about it sometimes. "Oh crap, it's 5, gotta go..." Will says not so enthusiastically. I looked at him and nodded, unsure of what to say. This was something I wanted to get used to, but it was impossible. Because I really hate being alone. We both went our separate ways, but something tugged at me to turn back. I chose to ignore it.

The next day

"Mum, I don't feel very well..." I told her as I was eating my breakfast. "Really, let me grab the thermometer..." She replied. After a few minutes, I shouted out to her," Mum can you find it!" "Yup! Coming sweetheart!" A reply came from the living room. "Oh! Sweetie you're not going to school today. You have a 41° fever! Go rest." My mum said. I sighed, and went to my room. Before returning to bed, I texted Will quickly.

Not going to school today, got a fever.

Darkness slowly crept into my vision. I headed to bed.

-A while later-

HOLY SHI- Will had texted 101 texts? No way.

GIRL NO!!

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW??

I DON'T WANNA LOOK LIKE SOME LONELY LOSER!!

I SWEAR-

ANSWER ME BITCH!!

I skipped the other 96 messages. I replied,

SORRY!! SLEEPING!!

My mum called me down for breakfast. I brought my phone with me. I was halfway through my food when a ping went off on my phone. Will!

Will: BITCH. DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING BORING HISTORY IS WITHOUT YOU???

You:I'M SORRY SINCE WHEN COULD I CONTROL WHEN I'M SICK??? AND ALSO SINCE WHEN DID THE SCHOOL ALLOW PHONES?

Will: Toilet. Phone. Sneak in.

You: Oh. GOOD LUCK BITCH BYE!!!

Will: NO **** YOU

I laughed. Very hard.

-2 weeks later-

My heart. It felt like it has been pulled down and down. Will had gotten into a car accident? No. Please. Please. Will. Please. Be alive. I had collapsed on the floor of the living room, in a heap of tears, when my mother found me. And she hugged me so damn tight. "C-can we g-go to the h-hospital?" My voice breaking many times. I felt my mother nod. The entire drive there, I was silent. I was silently praying to god that he was alive. Desperately trying to find any sign of help. I found nothing. When we finally got to the hospital, I dashed for the reception counter. "Hi, I'm Wilbur Williams friend. Can I please know which room he's in?" I asked, not bothering to hide the desperation in my voice.

...Room 51...

I knocked gently, and entered. Oh my- He was in a really bad shape. "He has 5 minutes before forgetting you. Specifically you." The doctor said. I nodded and dashed to his bedside, "Will? It's me." I said, trying to keep the tears in. "Hey, Amelia. Doctors say I'm gonna forget you in 4 minutes, because they did surgery on that part of my brain. So, Amelia, promise me something." He said, voice cracking. I nodded," Anything." "Forget me, like I will to you, okay?" He said, tears streaming down his cheeks. "W-will, I can't forget you..." I said, voice cracking. "It's okay Amelia, you can forget about me. I love you." The only thing I remember was vision blurring, and endless tears...