Malia And Kylie Oneshots

The Fault In Our Stars

If you can't tell, this is kinda based off the movie the fault in our stars

Kylies POV

"Mom for the last time I am not going to that sad sack fucking group!" I groan, my mom for the 100th time was trying to make me go to a stupid support group, I beat thyroid cancer last year but the toll it took on my life was permanent, because I was 16 when I got it I missed out on the 'peak' of my teenage years, I became depressed and lost all of my friends. I was now 18, fully cured physically but I still continued to struggle mentally,

"This is a different program, please would you just give it a try? One of my friend's daughter is in it, she is just like you Kylie and I'm sure she would really enjoy your friendship!" My Mom says as we drive to the hospital,

"I doubt some bitch wants to hear my pathetic sap story" I scoff,

"Kylie! She is not some bitch!" 

"Okay sorry, I'm just saying it's not like my story is going to motivate her" I say,

"She could, she's 16 just like you were" She says,

"And we can get boba afterwards" She adds as we pull into the carpark,

"Fine" I smile and follow her into the hospital, 

"Hi what room is Malia Baker in?" She asks the lady at the front desk and we are directed to this girls room,

"Okay I'll be back to pick you up in an hour, please be nice" My Mom says as we stop infront of a door,

"I'll try" I sigh and hug my Mom goodbye before going in,

"Hi! You must be Kylie!" A deathly pale, fragilely skinny girl smiles as I enter the room,

"Yeah uh you must be Malia" I smile out of pity as I awkwardly sit down next to her,

"So um how are you?" I ask, racking my brain of what to ask, this girl is obviously far worse off than I was,

"I'm fine, apart from having cancer and all" She laughs which quickly turns into a throaty cough, jesus christ.

"Here" I hand her some water,

"thanks" she hoarsely replies as she grabs the water taking small sips,

"Sorry about that" She smiles,

"It's alright" I cringe at myself, what am I doing? Why am I being so horrible?

"I'm really sorry" I spit out,

"For what?" She asks with a puzzled look across her face,

"I don't know, I just feel bad for you, horrible in fact, which I know you probably don't want to hear that I pity you because personally I hated that when I had cancer" I ramble,

"It's okay, really" She smiles,

"So Malia, what do you like to do in your spare time?" I ask,

"Hm, well I like to listen to music, I used to play instruments but my Moms been too busy to bring my guitar in" She smiles,

"Oh! I also like to bake but I don't really get the chance to do that around here" She giggles,

"God that sucks, you know I-I could try bring you in some stuff to do, if you'd like?" I offer,

"Are you sure? I don't want you to spend any money on me, especially out of pity" She teases,

"I still have loads of shit spare from when I was here, arts and crafts type of stuff" I say,

"That would be amazing! I've been so bored here, my Mom has been too busy with work to visit but I know she's working extra for my medical bills so I can't really complain right?" She purses her lips,

"Jesus is there anything good in your life?" I laugh,

"Of course!" She beams,

"Nothing is really bad, my little sister visits me everyday after school, my mom calls me whenever she can, I love my family" She exclaims, god how can she be so positive under her circumstances,

"Right" I nod,

"So Kylie, what has life been like cancer free?" She asks, her voice full of hope,

"It's okay" I say and almost see something break in her eyes,

"Well it's good actually!" I change my statement,

"You can actually eat food without vomiting! And you can do whatever you want! People stop looking at you like a sick kid but you can always pull out the I had cancer story to get something if you want it, I got a $30,000 scholarship to go to collage because I just wrote an essay about beating cancer" I laugh,

"Wow, I can't wait" She smiles,

"How many weeks of chemo do you have left?" I ask, 

"A month or so" She looks out the window, clearly lying but I don't really know her that well so I don't push it, 

"Kylie.. why did you come visit me?" She suddenly asks,

"What do you mean?" I ask,

"Well I just thought that you'd want to get away from all this" She says,

"My Mom signed me up for a program" I say,

"The program? Why are you in a program shouldn't you be out with your friends having fun?" She asks,

"The truth is, I don't have any friends, when I got cancer I guess I was too depressing to be around" I say,

"Oh, I-I'm sorry" She apologises,

"Well what about you?" I ask,

"What about me?" She frowns,

"Do you have any friends?" I ask,

"No but it's okay" She shrugs,

"Well how would you think about being my friend?" I ask,

"Really?" She smiles and I nod,

"Obviously yes! Oh gosh, thank you Kylie!" She beams,

"Slow down girl" I say making her laugh which turns into another cough again, I grab her cup again and hold it out but she waves my hand away,

"I-I'm good" She hits her chest until the coughing stops,

"Does that happen often?" I ask,

"The coughing? I guess so but it doesn't last too long" She says, suddenly my Mom knocks on the door,

"Hey girls" She smiles,

"Hi Ms Cantrall" Malia smiles,

"How are you feeling Malia?" She asks,

"Good, thank you for visiting" Malia replies,

"It's our pleasure, Ky you ready to go?" My Mom asks,

"Uh y-yeah, see you later?" I stand up,

"I hope so" Malia waves goodbye and we leave the room,

"What kind of cancer does she have?" I ask as the door shuts,

"She has stage 3 leukaemia" My mom says,

"I-Isn't that-"

"Yes, it's non-curable" She sighs,

"How much longer?" I ask,

"Around a month" My Mom purses her lips,

"How many weeks of chemo do you have left?" I ask,

"A month or so"  She replies,

"C-Can we come back tomorrow?" I ask,

"Yeah, definitely" My Mom hugs me.