Amaranthine

How does one math?

" Jesus Christ, Alec! You gave me a heart attack!" I yelled at my best friend as he set me back on the ground after coming up behind me and picking me up.

"You weren't in school yeasterday.... Was it because you didn't want to take the Calc test? If that is the case madam, that is very cruel because I had nobody to copy off of." He gave me a lopsided grin his dark brown eyes glowed with joy as he teased me.

"Yesterday..."

"Ya, yesterday....the Calc mid-term?"

...yesterday the doctors office, discussion options.....

"Awe, I'm sorry Al, honest I am. I was really sick from something I ate." I replied apologetically, closing my locker.

"Well I didn't need your sorry ass anyway!" He exclaimed in a very over dramatic way. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and we started heading towards the auditorium.

        When I first met Alec we were at summer camp before middle school. He was a geeky boy with a kinda unappealing face, so naturally I gravitated towards him. All the girls who teased him were sure upset when puberty hit him. Because even though I could never think of him like that, I had to admit my best friend is hot. With his dark brown hair, and his brown eyes which could never decide what shade they wanted to be.

Once we got to the stage I ran to open the curtains. It was just a little over a month before we were supposed to perform "Mamma Mia" and with yours truly playing the lead, I couldn't risk not being ready in advance.

Two hours later I was exhausted and sweaty from going over dance routines with Alec. Breathing heavily we lay side by side looking up at the bright stage lights.

" God Sam I can wait to see you on a major stage one day. You better remember, when you are accepting your Oscar or your Tony, to mention the super amazing, oh so talented best friend." I laughed because he was dead serious.

"Al if I win a Tony I'm dragging your ass onto that stage with me!" At that he started laughing too. I closed my eyes and let the stage lights warm my body until the alarm on my phone went off signaling it was time for me to meet my mom for my first treatment.

Sitting up hurriedly, I didn't want Alec to know. I stuffed my dance shoes into my bag and laced up my old Chucks. Alec followed my actions.

"Why the rush?" He asked pulling his jacket on. Oh no, what should I say.....

"I uh-I have to get home to pull dinner out 
of the oven because my mom is at work." He looked a little concerned.
"If the house burnt down I don't even want to think about what my mom would do to me haha."

I gave him a quick hug and went out the back of the auditorium, down a quick flight of stairs, and straight into my moms car.

First day of treatments here we go...

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There are three things that worry me most about Chemo
1) there are many side effects
2) I don't want to lose my hair which is practically down to my butt
3) it's not guaranteed  to work

The doctors say, however, with the right amount of Chemotherapy my future looks very hopeful.
Doctors like using words like hopeful. As if they are trying to get us to buy a lie. Yet they could be being completely honest.

I suppose I'm just being morbid because of the whole hospital feel this treatment center has. My mom still in deep conference with my doctors doesn't even notice when I get up and walk out.

I meander down a few hallways and try to find the exit. I walk past hallway after hallway and hear soft talking and steady beeps of different machines.

When passing by one room with an open door, I don't know why but I felt possessed to look in, so I did.

I was met with a piercing pair of blue eyes underneath a mop of black hair. Those eyes were not staring into mine, no, they were glaring.

" I-um-uh I'm sorry!" I stutter out before I turn around quickly and head for the exit.

I sit in the car and wait for my mom. About five minutes later my mom slides into the drivers seat and gives my  shoulder a reassuring squeeze. I can see the stress and worry that is evident in her eyes.

I looked at the building once again before we left. Standing in a second floor window was a pair of blue eyes watching my car disappear  into the distance.