Just Another Cancer Patient

7 •Lacey• (I Threw My Pie For You)

For whoever reads this and gets the title reference, I applaud you and give my blessings to you and your family. If anyone at all is reading this book, please read the A/N at the end of the chapter. 👍🏼😈

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"I am going to kill you, then burn the bottom half of your body, next I'll find some cannibal eBay website and sell you upper body. Finally I'll take the ashes from your ass and dump them in the bottom of the ocean for the sharks."  I state calmly to Zayn.

He had forgotten to bring my ingredients for icecream. He was basically a little piece of shit in my eyes now.

"I'm sorry. Jeez. You act like I stabbed your blind puppy." He scoffs throwing a McDonald's bag on my lap.

"You might as well have." I grumble peeking in the bag. I mean you can't really stay mad at a hot guy that just served you breakfast in bed. 

Egg and cheese biscuit, bacon croissant, apple pie, and a caramel mocha. May I just say.

Yasss.

"Well now since you 'forgot' my heavenly ice made of Jesus tears, we're gonna have to figure out something else to mark off my bucket list." I sigh disappointed.

"Or we could play Mario kart today instead." He trails off hopefully.

"You little ferret. You just left the ingredients at home so you could take advantage of the game room." I say angrily throwing my apple pie at him.

He gasps at the chunks of Apple guts on the floor.

"You... you wasted the appley goodness." He croaks.

"I threw my pie for you." I state simply.

"You didn't throw it for me! You threw it at me!" He exclaims in horror still staring at the wasted snack.

I rub my temples. "I gently tossed it at your head so maybe it would knock some sense into you but look! Aparent-fucking-ly I didn't throw hard enough." I rant.

It all goes quiet and we started at each other heatedly.

Then.. We both start laughing. I have no idea why but I really needed it.

I guess I laughed because there was crusty apple stuck to Zayns shoe, or maybe it was because I had cancer and if I didn't laugh I would cry. But for whatever reason I did, I'm glad I had someone to share it with.

Because honestly, the only reason I normally laugh is when a stupid little twit on The Days of Our Lives does something that makes me wish I had hair just so I could yank it out.

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"OHHHH! I know!" Troy screeches. "Gladys keeps them on the top cabinet behind the pinto beans."

"How do you know that?" I ask.

He grins creepily stroking his non existent goatee.

"You just asked Tyra didn't you?" I say dryly.

"N-No. Why would you say that? Tyra's not even my type." He stutters.

I look at him like he just started speaking Turkish. Tyra was the pretty fifteen year old volunteer that came on the weekends. The only reason she was aloud to volunteer so young was because her dad was a doctor here.

"I. Never. Said. Anything. About. Her. Being. Your. Type." I say slowly.

Fifteen year olds these days.