Not About Angels (Only Human sequal)

Chapter 18

(Selena's pov)

"So I'm thinking that we can start your chemo for Monday, June 1?" my doctor suggested. That was way too soon.

"Actually, can it wait until like a few weeks after that? My wedding is in the middle of June and I don't want to be all sick and bald there." I said looking down ashamed.

"Of course Selena, we understand. How about June 30th?" she suggested. That sounded a lot better. "Yeah that's great." I said half smiling. It was a fake smile, I don't smile very real anymore.

"Alright, have a good day Selena. We'll see you then, congratulations to you and Nick on the wedding too." my doctor said. "Thanks," I answered as I walked out to the waiting room to see Nick.

"You ready babe?" he asked me. I nodded quickly. He stood up and grabbed my jean jacket for me and as he did I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly.

This cancer hadn't seemed real to me until now. I hadn't realized fully that there was a chance I could die.

"Nicholas you're the greatest man on the entire planet and I'm sorry for whatever I'm going to put you through if I don't make-" he interrupted me by panting a kiss on my lips.

"You're going to make it. I promise you." he told me. And for some odd reason, I believed him.

Most people would criticize me for not telling my friends and family. But I don't want to put them through what Nick is going through. I guess they will anyways. I'll have to tell my friends eventually, but I'm just trying to figure out how.

(Joe's pov)

"Demi, she's not pregnant." I told her. "Then what's wrong with her?" Demi asked. I knew she was getting frustrated because her best friend of 5 years was suddenly acting weird. But I mean, people change.

"I don't know Dem. Sometimes people just change. Maybe she's going through a funk." I told her. I picked up Brooklyn's plate from the table and tossed it in the sink. "Go start your bath Brooke." I told her. She obeyed and got up.

Demi sighed and picked Haven up and threw her over her shoulder so she could burp her. "I just don't understand what's so bad that she can't tell me about it." Demi said looking down.

"I know honey. I'm sorry." I told her. I decided to call nick. Maybe he could do something about the current situation.

(Nick's pov)

"Hello?" I answered. It was Joe, which means 2 things. Either 1, it's very important and I need to help him or 2, it's something stupid and it was a waste of my time.

"Alright, whatever is going on with Selena, she needs to talk to Demi. I'm tired of my wife crying and moping around our house worried about her best friend." Joe said.

Who does he think he is? Telling me what to tell my fiancé what to do. It's her life.

"Maybe Demi should mind her own business." I said grouchily. "Come on, she's just worried about her best friend." Joe said back.

"Yeah well, she can stop worrying about Selena. Selena is fine and in a few months after chemo she'll be fine and back to normal so u guys should just cool it." I said. Shit. I immediately regretted my slip up.

Maybe he didn't catch it.

"What?" Joe asked.

Shit. He did.

"Uh, nothing." I said and hung up really fast. "Shit!" I muttered to myself.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Selena asked as I saw her walk in from the kitchen. "Nothing babe." I told her.

(Demi's pov)

I placed Haven in her crib beside our bed and crawled in bed next to Joe. He's been pretty clammy for a few hours. "ugh, I've called Selena 4 times and she won't return any texts or calls." I complained throwing my cell phone on the dresser.

"Babe," Joe said looking at me with a serious look on his face. "I think, you need to just give it a rest." he told me.

"What? why?" I asked.

"Demi, it just.. if she is going through something, it's best to stop worrying about what it is, and being there for her. Before it's too late." he said.

"Why would it be too-" he interrupted me by kissing my lips softly. "Please Demi, just be glad she's your friend at all." he told me.

I was confused and not sure what to do or say or what was going on but I guess I should take his advice. I know what it's like to just want a friend and to keep secrets. I should be keeping her feelings where my I put mine.

(end)