Butterflies {Corey Crawford}

What? (Chapter 16)

It's been a few days since Corey asked me to be his girlfriend. He has a day off today so I'll probably end up seeing him. But it's chemo week again. I feel okay so far though. I woke up at 8 and now I'm heading out the door to take a walk. When I get outside, the sidewalks are almost empty. Everyone is either on their way to work or already there. Which is where I would be right now. I make my way around the block and stop in front of the doors to my building. The sun is out today and it's pretty warm for November. Today would be a good day to visit my dad. As I turn around and start for my dad's, my phone rings. I find it and see it's Corey. I'm surprised he's up this early but I answer it.

"Hi." I sing, stopping at a crosswalk. I hear him chuckle as I watch the cars go past.

"What're you up to today?" He asks

"Not much," I hum, "I'm going to see my dad."

"Oh you are? I've always wondered about him, you don't mention him much." He says

"Yea I don't like to talk about him around my mom." I explain

"Why? Are they divorced?" Corey asks and I sigh

"Yes kind of. Hey how about I come and get you and we can go see him together?" I question.

"Okay. I'm actually not even out of bed but I'll hurry." He says and I hear him shuffling around. I laugh and turn around again, heading in the other direction towards Corey's.

"Alright I'll be there in a few minutes." I chuckle

"Okay. I'll see you then." He says and hangs up before I can answer. I giggle and put my phone away, picking up my pace. After close to ten minutes I'm riding to elevator up to his apartment. I knock on his door and I don't hear anyone coming to get it. I knock again and then I hear footsteps stomping towards me. The door opens and Corey is stood before me, only in a pair of black jeans. His dark hair is damp and I bite my lip as I step inside. I wander into the living room and he goes into the bathroom.

"I'll be there in a minute!" Corey calls and I laugh. I sit on the couch for a few minutes, just staring into to space. I hear him talking to me but then I realize I wasn't listening at all.

"What?" I ask, looking over to see him stood at the end of the hall staring at me. I look him up and down and he's got on a black and white plaid flannel and a white tshirt underneath.

"I said are you ready?" He chuckles and I nod, standing up. He smiles and takes my hand, leading me out the door. We get downstairs and I point him in the right direction. As we walk, I can see Corey glance at me once in a while.

"So, your dad. What should I know about him?" He asks, swinging our hands. I giggle and look both ways before crossing the street.

"Well, he likes hockey. Not just the Hawks, all hockey. He likes to know everything about every team. And he always liked volleyball because me and Nic played." I answer

"But the Hawks were his favorite right?" He questions and I laugh

"Yes of course." I smile, looking over at him

"Okay what else." He says

"Um, he was sick too but I don't bring that up. Or that fact that I was sick." I sigh and he nods quickly

"No I won't mention that." He assures

"But yeah he's just like my mom, almost. I usually just tell him what's going on with me and my siblings though. He doesn't talk much." I explain, shrugging.

"Is he like, still sick? Is that why he doesn't live with your mom?" Corey asks and I raise my eyebrows

"What? No, he hasn't been sick since 2010." I answer, crossing the street again.

"Oh okay. I'm sorry I had seen a wedding ring on your mom's finger and I was confused." He says quietly

"Yea I don't know why she even wears that anymore." I shrug and he's silent. We walk a few more blocks and I see our destination come into sight. Corey stops me as we approach the wrought iron fence.

"W-What're we doing here?" He stutters and I turn around to look at him.

"It's okay." I answer, smiling. I tug on his hand and he follows me through the gate and up the dirt hill. I sigh as I look across the cemetery at all the gravestones.

"Here we are." I whisper