Country Music Jesus (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 5

Avalynn's POV:

"There you are.." A faint voice chooed. I felt my body being lifted up and suddenly I couldn't feel the ground. I peeked my eyes open and saw my daddy carrying me, groaning as he tried opening the dog house door. I smiled as I thought of my childhood. I would fall asleep in here when I was around 6. Sarah and I would burry our bodies under the dog beds, making giant forts. The next day we'd wake up in my room, the forts would be taken down. I miss those days. "Oh good you're awake! So you can walk now!" My dad smiled, as he dropped my in the hay. "Now go pack y'red neck." My dad chuckled.

"I ain't a red neck. I'm a country girl with an additude." I stated, scrunching my nose at him.

I followed behind my daddy, dodging Bullet who was chasing after ducks. I picked up the milk that the daily delivery man dropped off, and decided on taking the lazy mans load. See, we don't need the milk they drop of because we have cows and such. So I walk the milk over to Sarah's which is across the street. From her house, we wheel it over on the 4x4 and bring it to Jame's house. Sarah and James met once at my house, but usually she waits for me as I try and be attractive. So I set off, whilst fixin' up my scattered hair. I ain't gonna bother lookin' at myself even though I just slept in the barn.

I feel guilty I haven't been textin' anybody. I've been so down, and all day I have to pack for the hospital. I was becoming bowed up (impatient) to know what was wrong with me. I mean I knew for a fact I had cancer, but I wanted to know if it was a lot, or if i'm going to be okay. It was a lot to take in for an 18 year old. Most 18 year olds only need to worry about school, boys and their social lives. I for one, have to worry about the farm animals, and cancer. Also, boys and my bestfriend along with a famous country singer for a dad and uncle. My life wasn't hard until now.

I finally made it to Sarah's farm where Uncle Kip was outside with Blazor - their pitbull - strummin' some tunes on the acoustic. I smirked at Uncle Kip and Blazor, skipping into the house. I ran into the back room where they put the milk, and quickly loaded it onto the 4x4 along with my milk. Sarah ran downstairs and hopped in the back, while I drove to James' house. Luckily the hunk lives about 5 minutes down from Sarah. We made it there quickly and unloaded the milk, as I wheeled it to his front steps.

I rang the bell twice, and waited for him to answer; he didn't. I listened to a small strummin' noise, exact to Uncle Kip's but it sounded different. I decided to leave the milk and look for the source of the racket. As I inched closer to the sound, I realized it was no racket, but simply James' band 'TimeFlies.' I never really heard them before, so to sneak in just once shouldn't be a hastle. (Song on the side)

"My oh my, is that The Country Music Jesus I see?" James' voice bellowed.

"Why yes it is! How do you do?" I questioned, "Oh, and y'all can really set some tunes! Did y'all write the Taylor mashup y'alls selves?"

"Yeah, just a little somethin' I put together. So what brings you to the Marcus house?" He smirked.

"James. Its Milk Day! Sarah's in the car buddy." I smiled.

"Oh, alrighty. I'll help yuh load em' into the back." He volunteered.

I didn't exactly know how to tell James about the entire Cancer fiasco. I mean, i've liked James since he moved here; it's not exactly simple tellin' your crush you're leavin' with a disease. What do I say to him? "I'm dyin' so the docs are transferrin' me. Later, oh and I love yuh." because I don't reckon it's that simple. Even Sarah was knackered on what to tell him. I guess I could get my Aunt or even Uncle Kip to tell him when we leave. But I guess it's crool to make someone else tell him.

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I packed up my last bag and loaded into my daddy's truck. We aren't takin' all of our stuff, because it's not a house, its a room; for me. Sadly, half the time only Sarah and I would be there, nobody else. Even worse, i'm stuck in there whilst they do their medical shit on me. I hope they know that if they go near me with a pointy object or needle, it's not my fault on the injuries they get. Even my momma' would do the same thing. I'm mostly worried about Kimo Therapy. I apperently will lose my locks, and i'm not willin' to do that.