Dying and Everything in between

12| Maybe More

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To say Lucas was nervous would be an understatement.

He was not usually like this. But then again, the last time he even considered going out with a girl his age was years ago, which ended up with him and that girl getting traumatized.

Surely he wasn't going to vomit all over someone and drop the cancer bomb again, but it was reasonable to say that Lucas was also pretty scared. Plus it wasn't cancer anymore. It was a 'hey I'm gonna die in a few months' bomb, and he knew he had to drop it just so he wouldn't lead the poor girl on.

Telling Veronica was the right thing to do in case she did want to meet him again. He just couldn't do that to someone else. Leaving Laura was hard on its own and Joy was a whole different story he wasn't ready to analyze. 

There simply wasn't enough room in him to care for another person.

Talking to Laura, she was rather very encouraging. She was encouraging him to go on one date with her. He would be honest with her and it wouldn't hurt to have a fun, normal date for one evening- which were Laura's exact words. 

Fun. Normal. Dating. Lucas snorted at the idea of being able to experience that again. It felt too good to be true like this wasn't happening and it was all some cruel, cruel dream. At this point, he believed there was a good chance he was already on his deathbed, making this all up in his drug-hazed mind. Which wasn't totally impossible. 

Fortunately, it wasn't a dream when a tiny body collided right into his, nearly sending him forward if it wasn't for his decent reflexes that grasped onto the wall to keep him from knocking over. Ow. At least that reminded him he was definitely awake.

"Crap, I'm so sorr— oh my god Lucas! It's you!" A familiar voice perked his attention. Lucas turned around, brows furrowing when Beatriz Smith came into view.

Lucas rarely saw her around, but they did talk from time to time when he got to see her. He didn't know much about her besides that she was finishing her treatments soon and her never-ending social battery. Bea never shut up, but he guessed it was charming.

Sometimes they would hang out before the meeting started. Maybe in another life, they could've been best friends, but Lucas didn't spend his time entertaining the possibility any more than he should have.

"What's got you in a rush?" Lucas asked, leaning against the wall as Bea's round cheeks flushed pink.

"Oh, well, uh, I have some tests and stuff," Bea explained, scratching the side of her neck. "Got tests, stuff. All that jazz, y'know."

"Yeah, the jazz," He nodded, carefully eyeing her up and down. He would've believed her, except in Bea's hands was a yearbook. Not exactly something someone would bring to a hospital.

"Are you sure it's the jazz?" His eyes narrowed. He stared at her for a few seconds, the two engaging in a wordless stare-down.

However, without putting up much of a fight, Bea groaned and gave in first, "Fine I'm sneaking up to Alexis's room. I wanted to come over and show her my yearbook even though I don't remember much."

"Then why are you showing her?" He frowned.

"Because Alexis likes it when I talk and I like talking to her." Bea shrugged. "She says it makes her forget things... so I talk to her. Her treatments are painful lately, and uh I guess keeping her mind off of things is the best I can do."