7 Minutes In Heaven

Wanna join again Alyson?

Bekka: "You have a day to live, give or take," the doctor said from the edge of my bed.
He glanced at his sheet, "I'd say tonight, when the medicine wears off, Bekka, you'll pass. I'm dearly sorry, but your heart has suffered too much trauma . . . Who would you like to see?"
My parents? No.
"Ally," I say weakly.
I am so shaken. I cannot believe this.
I will not die. I can't do that to Ally, I can't loose my life. I'm 17.
And, and . . . Jonas.
"And Jonas . . . If he . . . Showed up," I add.

i don't think i joined at all, but i can if you want...

Sure xD

okay

girl or boy?

Whichever, lol
The format is under old mature archives

Ally
I step in, my eyes red from crying. "Bekka..." I go over to her bed quickly. "Bekka, I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

Bekka: I feel odd. Numb, all over. Nothing.
I don't even understand what happened. No one has told me.
Like I'm already dead, I suppose.
"Not your fault, Ally, not at all," I look up at her and start to cry.
Cry is an understatement. I start to sob, my whole body shuddering and face streaked with new tears.
"A-Ally . . . . I'm scared. I don't want to die."

okay

Name: Amber Drew
Age: 18
Status: cheerleader, volleyball and lacrosse captain
Appearence: ---curvy, hair is a little more brown
Personality: smart, cunning, sarcastic, likes to experiment with who she dates
Clique (The popular kids, the rich, etc.): popular/rich

Ally
I look upon her helpless but even so I have to stay strong for her. I get into the bed with her again, gently pulling her into my lap. I put my arms around her softly, not wanting to hurt her. Not wanting to cause her more pain. And I let her cry, because there's nothing I can do. Hopeless, damn it! I hate feeling hopeless. "You won't die...you won't," I coo to her softly, brushing back her soft blond locks. How I love her curls... You can't die, Bekka....don't die...

how should Amber enter?

Hmm, I don't have any free charries. Do you, BW?

Bekka: "Don't say that Ally!" I frooze under her touch, because this was the last time I'd ever feel her soft fingers on my skin.
"I'm going to die, Ally, OK? Denying it only hurts more."
I sob and burry my head in my hands.
"I want to die on your arms, Ally. I love you. I'm 17, and I'm a lesbian, and I'm going to die, and I . . Love you."

Ally
I lean over and gently take her hands from her face, lacing my fingers with hers. "I love you too, Bekka. Nothing is ever going to change that." I kiss her silently, deeply yet gently. "I'll stay. As long as you need me I'll be here to help. Promise," i whisper against her lips.

nope

so should i just have her walking around aimlessly and run into one of your characters or set of characters?

Jen: Pressed so close, I didn't like the feel of my bra still between us. He'd unclasped it, so I just shrugged it off the rest of the way. "You've got me...do what you want with me," I purred.

Should I bring in Jonas now?

(Ende: Yes!)
(Alyson: Maybe ask Spired or Ende if they have any open charries?)

Bekka: "Not long then, I suppose," my voice breaks and I let out a croaky sob.
The weirdest sensation is traveling through me right now. Something mixed with numbness and relaxation. I am not dying. Just . . . shutting down, maybe.
I can't help but kiss her back. Nothing intense or passionate, but something gentle and sorrowful.

Rome: I can't even answer, but my hands do for me. I rolled Jen onto her back, my hands pushing against her bare chest.
God, I love women.
I'm hoping that no one can see as I start to pull down my shorts with my feet, not an easy thing to do, and nuzzle my nose and mouth against her chest, breathing out slowly.
"I plan to do just that," I growl, kissing her neck deeply.

I'll bring him in Monday, I'm just waiting for my friend to get to my house, then I'm off for the weekend

OK!

spire and ende, do you have any open charries?

Ally
"I'll treasure every second," i murmur. Couldn't they just replace her heart? There are donors all over this effing place, dying right now like her. Can't they do something with their life to help another? To help me?
So selfish. But I don't want to lose my best friend, the girl I love and have loved for a long time.
I never was religious. Despite the weirdness of it, of the request, i /pray/ someone will die for her. Sometime within this day. I do not want it to be my last with her.

Amber: I walked the halls of the hospital, searching for the room that my mother was in, hoping, just hoping that I will make it in time before she passes. Every corner I turn I can tell I'm getting closer.

(Actually the country I'm from, Canada, has a huge shortage of heart donors and I read an article about the awful waiting lists xD So, that's why she doesn't get a heart)

Bekka: A nurse pokes her head around to see us kissing and looks a bit pale as she steps closer.
"Um."
I break apart quickly and stare at her blankly.
"Visiting hours are almost over. Bekka's had a long day, and . . . "
"It's my last day," I coldly state.
The nurse narrows orange eyebrows, "Visiting hours are over."
I shake my head. "I honestly don't give a fuck. I'm dying today."
Then the nurse gets the message and hurries out. Wow. Probably to gossip to all the other old bags here.
I realize I miss school, me and Ally always so popular and cool. Fussing over hair and clothes and make-up . . . .
"Ally, who will miss me, when I'm gone?"

Amber: I burst into a room and see two girls (Ally and Bekka). "Sorry."

yeah i know, just Ally thinking

Ally
I manage a small smile when the nurse leaves. Never mess with Bekka when she's pissed. A few have to learn that the hard way. I look down at her. "Everyone," i say softly, and i fully believe it. She was such a talkative and friendly person, i think everyone at the school at least knew of her. "All of our friends, at school and at work. My parents, my brother..." God, my brother... four years younger than us and he still tried to ask her out.
I look up at the girl, hoping she didn't get the same treatment as the nurse. "That's fine..." I say quietly to her.