Kismet

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

There's no music, no coffee smell, nothing. The house was dead silent. Suddenly the door swung open forcing me to wake up. The noise shocked me. I opened my eyes, little Max walked in his school uniform.

"Looking pretty sharp," I told him.

"Thanks," Max said he was playing with his magical hoops. He was trying to take them apart.

"A little stuck," I teased.

"Noo," he said concentrating, then he finally took them apart "Ta-da!"

I sat up in my bed and clapped for him.

"Thank you thank you," he said bowing down. Then suddenly he got serious.

"May, I have a question," Max asked

"What is it?"

"Well, When you die will I still be your brother?" Max said looking at the ground. I gave a small smile. I was amazed by how silly an innocent kid can be. I looked into his eyes, they reminded me of mine, how they looked before I was diagnosed with cancer.

"I'll still be around," I said.

"Are you going to haunt me?" he looked up.

"Not if you don't want me too," I teased.

"It's just, I might be a little scared." he pouted.

"It's your decision," I said. "Just think about it."

"Okay," he nodded. "I will. Oh! Dad said to come down and take your medicine. Philip needs to do your daily check-up," he said heading out the door. "Hurry," he went downstairs. 

I got up from bed and went to my window. I can see Josh's window but his blinds were close. It's been three days since Lola told Josh that I had cancer. I guess that was a deal-breaker for him. I haven't seen him at all since it happened. But I'm not going to give up; I'm going to try until he tells me there's no chance. I went to my closet and threw on my dark gray dress with my black stockings. I had a purple cardigan. I wore my gray converse. I went downstairs and I ate a quick breakfast and Philip did my check-up. I grabbed my black coat heading towards the back door.

"Where are you going?" My dad asked.

"Nowhere," I replied. "I'll be back in time for dinner." I opened the back door.

"Bring your cell," My dad said. I was surprised he didn't nag at me to stay in or to not breathe in cold air. He almost sounded like a normal Dad.

"Okay," I said. "I will," and I closed the door behind me. I went through the yard and crossed over to Josh's garden. My instincts told me to walk towards the wooden shed. The doors were wide open, Josh was fixing a motorcycle. It was black and manly. I don't really know that much about bikes but it looked old. Seeing him work on it made him ten times hotter. He was wearing a grey t-shirt, he had jeans and sneakers. There was sweat running down his forehead. He'd probably been out here for a while working.  I knocked on one of the doors. He jumped when he saw me, he drooped the tool in his hand. He looks very nervous.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," he said nervously. He looked at me, how everyone in this town looks at me, like a ticking bomb reading to explode.

"You don't have to look at me like that," I said leaning on the door. "I'm just dying, It's not contagious. A friend once told me 'We are all dying some just die faster than others.'" I gave a small smile. Josh smiled back he seemed calmer.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked his face looked less tense.

"Can I come for a ride?" I asked.