Saving the Last Dance For You PG version (Completed)

Chapter 7: Taco Bell

Chapter 7:

It was Saturday morning around 7:00 when my cell phone beeped twice; it did that when I got a text message. After picking it up and looking at it I sighed.

"Why R U not ansrin? R U ok?"

Heather.

Sighing again I pulled down the keypad on my phone and quickly replied "I'm sorry Heather I'm not, call me and well talk about it."

After finishing the text I read it over several times just to make sure that I wanted her to call me because I really didn't want to talk about it, but I know that she'd talk about it with me if that was happening to her.

Hitting send I closed my eyes and waited for her reply.

About a minute passed and I heard my ring tone singing Cotton eye Joe.

That song always made me chuckle even when I was sad but it didn't that time because whenever it made me happy again when I was angry or sad it didn't involve me having a disease that was going to kill me someday.

I opened it and put it to my ear.

"Hello." I said slowly with my voice scratchy and sick sounding.

"Oh my gosh! Are you ok?" Heather asked worriedly.

"No." I replied.

"What's wrong; please tell me, why have you been ignoring me?" She asked sounding hurt.

"OMIGOSH! Are you pregnant?" She asked gasping.

"No, who would I even do that with anyway?" I answered as she breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I don't know! Maybe a SECRET BOYFRIEND!"

"What? That's ridiculous!"

"What was I supposed to think when you didn't call me for days?!?!?"

I was trying so hard to tell her that I had a tumor that might be cancer but she wouldn't be quiet so I could.

"I'm sorry Nadine I shouldn't have never suspected that you had a boyfriend that you didn't tell me about or that you hated me and you never wanted to talk to me again, or that you were pregnant!" She babbled.

"I have a brain tumor!" I interrupted.

After Heathers gasp there was a long silence.

"Say something." I said quietly.

"How long have you known?" She asked me.

"Well, Wednesday." I said, very ashamed of myself.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked me as I heard her voice crack.

"I'm sorry; I just haven't felt like talking to anybody." I said crying too.

"Nadine I understand that you are depressed about it but you need to tell me about something like that, especially if it can take your life." She told me sadly.

"It might turn into cancer." I added sadly.

"What? You didn't think to tell me that either?! This could take your life!" She yelled.

"I'm sorry Heather." I said.

I gotta go." She replied.

"Heather just let me explain." I told her but it was already too late, she had hung up.

I closed my phone shut and stood up from my bed.

After putting my robe on over my pink flowered pajamas and slipping on my blue monkey slippers I walked downstairs.

Opening the front door I stepped out onto the huge porch.

It was raining again.

I loved the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof.

I slowly walked over to the hammock that hung from the ceiling on the front porch and laid down on it.

Leaving one foot hanging off so I could rock myself I closed my eyes.

Then all of a sudden a voice woke me up from my light slumber.

"Nadine?" I heard a voice say as I quickly sat up and looked behind me, where the voice came from.

It was that guy from the doctor's office, Mason.

"Mason?" I asked surprised.

"Hey, how have you been?" He asked with a smile.

"Not good actually." I said sadly. "WAIT A MINUTE! How'd you know where I lived?!?!?! Are you stalking me?!?!?!" I asked with my eyes bugged like a crazy person.

"Uh, no, I." He said with his eyes bugged and his mouth forming an o.

"How'd you know where I lived then??!?" I asked quickly.

"Uh, I'm a uh mail carrier." He answered holding up envelopes and the newspaper. "Well I'm really just the substitute mail carrier for when the main guy is sick or takes a day off."

I glanced down at his mail carrier uniform, he looked cute in it.

I clamped my hand over my mouth and gasped.

"I'm so sorry, I uh, I don't know what to say. I'm so embarrassed." I said shaking my head in disbelief.

"It's alright.." He said taking a few steps towards me.

"May I?" He asked pointing at the hammock.

"Sure." I said shrugging and scooting over so he could sit with me.

We both sat on the edge of the hammock and looked at each other.

"So, uh, if you don't mind me asking what's wrong? What I mean is why were you at the doctors the other day?" He asked me scratching his head.

"I have a brain tumor and it might be cancer." I said nodding slowly.

"Wow, uh, I'm sorry. I knew someone who died that way." He said placing his hand on my back and patting it.

"Oh right your mail." I said changing the subject.

"What's wrong? You want me to leave why?" He asked confused as he pulled away.

"Uh, because I know you're trying to bust a move." I said seriously.

Then he started laughing and so did I.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want the complications of a relationship right now. It will just add on to the problems I'm having already." I told him standing up and walking to the door.

"Ok, but will you show me around here still? I'm really missing my taco bell." He said chuckling.

I nodded. "I'll think about it." I said opening the screechy screen door and stepping inside.

I watched him through the screen door until he was out of sight and I closed the wooden door in front of the first one.

After locking the door I turned around and went back upstairs and into my bedroom.

Lying back down in my soft bed I fell asleep once again.