"How do you even do that?" I asked him with amusement.

"Do what?"

"How could you even smile like that. Dude, you have cancer. Arent you afraid? Youre gonna die" I stated

He just smiled wider than before. This guy is just pretty interesting.

"You know Mark, we're all gonna die. With or without cancer. Would you prefer having the last few days of your life wasted with just sitting and walking around and doing nothing but frowning? Enjoy the little things in life. Cause one day you'll look back to them and realise that they were actually the big ones."

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"So..Mark. Whats your type?" He suddenly asked.

I was shocked 'omg. Is he going to confess now?' I thought.

"W-what? What kind of question is that? W-we're not even c-close." Wow. Great job Mark you just freakin stuttered /facepalm/

"Umm. Is there anything wrong with that?" He asked like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"W-well. I like the cute ones and a person with a bubbly personality and-"  stopped mid sentence because he was giggling nonstop. Does he really think he's my type? 

"W-what?" Gosh Mark stop stuttering.

"I asked what type of Leukemia you have. You shouldve seen your face. Haha I just cant. Youre too cute." He laughed so hard and couldnt even talk properly. 

Crap. That was so embarassing.

He was still laughing his off. A few minutes have passed and I find myself laughing with him. I rubbed the back of my neck and laughed loudly like I never did before.

You really are something Jackson