(Saras POV)- Definition of Chaz, Idiot that thinks hes the biggest prankster, when hes not. I took my pills quickly and got dressed into a skirt, tshirt and converse. I walked down the stairs nearly tripping over one of the steps. Holding onto the baister I heard talking. "Justin luuurves her. Its obvious!" Mia whispered. "Shes dying in three months, this is the last thing she needs. " Chaz whispered, "i sound so mean there.". No, I thought, your being truthful. "Cant believe my best friends is going ta be gone in only 3 moths?" Ciara whispered a quiver in her voice. I sank to the step listening to their every word. "Please dont talk about her like that!" Rachel sobbed. I heard a sshh. I stood up quietly and crept back to my room. I moaned into the pillow. "Dirty bit!" A husky voice smirked. I looked up to see Justin standing beside my bed. I rolled over to let him sit down. "Whats up?" he asked awkwardly patting my back. I rose my head. "They keep talking about me. Like they have to be sad. I dont want anyone to be sad." I sunk my head back into the pillow. He lay down beside me. "Wel, Sara. Your their sister and best friend. Its hard not to cry about you dying." he stifiled a laugh. "We should just do one thing on the list today, we can go hang out with Dylan. I text him last night. We’ll meet him on the beach." I turned to face him. He stared into my eyes, which made me have a mini- heart attack. I leaned forward so did Justin. We were inches away from kissing but then ...