3 Months (Ross Lynch)

2. To Move To California

Baylee

I was awoken the next morning by pills and a glass of water being shoved into my face.

"Baylee! Wake up!"

I finally, but reluctantly open my eyes to see a smiling Jake, staring down at me.

"Yay you're awake!" He cheers. "Hurry up and take your pills so we can go downstairs and play!" I sigh sitting up before placing my left hand near Jake's. He places all of my pills in my hand before handing me the glass of water into my other hand.

I place all the pills in my mouth at once before taking a long swig of water. I close my mouth and scrunch up my face at the taste. Pills have never agreed with my taste buds.

I fling back my covers before standing. I wobble a little as I grab onto my little brother's head for support.

"Hurry and get dressed!" He runs out of the room before returning seconds later. "And daddy said he wanted to talk to you!"

Jake sprints back out, this time shutting the door in the process. I laugh quietly to myself before walking towards my closet to begin the endless discussion of what I shall wear today.

I glance out my bedroom window, noticing the changing of the leaves. I sigh, it's fall.

I change into a mint green sweater with a long owl necklace. Along with a pair of light blue skinny jeans and my brown, tie up ankle boots. I run a comb through my very short blonde hair. The many chemo treatments I have been through made me lose my hair. But it's beginning to come back.

I apply light make-up before leaving my bathroom and bedroom, and making the journey down the stairs.

Even though I've been using these stairs for years, my dad still has to come help me down them.

"Dad, I can walk down the stairs." I chuckle.

He lets out a sigh. "I know you can, but I'm just making sure you're safe."

He's been overprotective of me ever since we found out that I had cancer. I tried telling him and mom, numerous times to not treat me any differently. But they keep continuing to do so, against my bitter judgment.

Once I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, I straightened out my sweater.

"So," I began. "Jake said you wanted to talk to me."

My dad nodded. "Come sit down in the kitchen. I'll tell you there."

I followed my dad into the kitchen, taking a seat on a stool. I balanced myself out before looking at my dad, anticipating what he needed to tell me.

"So, on your mom's way out last night she told me something very interesting." He folded his arms over his chest. "Why do you want to move to California?"

I shrugged. "There's so many things out there that I want to try. Like go to Disneyland, see the Hollywood sign, or jump off of a cliff."

"Why on Earth would you want to jump off of a cliff?"

"Because it's dangerous, it's different, it's fun!" I exasperated. "These are my last 3 months on this planet dad, I want to live it."

He sighed. "But moving. Isn't that a little much?"

"No." I answered. "It's something different, a change in scenery. C'mon dad please!"

"I don't know Baylee. I mean I want you to have the time of your life but, wouldn't it be better to be surrounded by the people you love?"

"Dad." I began, slipping off of the stool. "I will be with my loved ones. You, Jake, and if mom comes too."

"Will it make you happy?"