Just Another Cancer Patient

19 •Lacey•

I was reading through the chapters and I realized how some (lots actually) things don't make since. Like Lacey's age some chapters she's 16 and other she's almost 19. I also cringe at all of the earlier chapters so I really hope I can rewrite those soon and I also have a character list. I realize I need to get that set up too. But, I wanted to thank everyone who's voted and commented. Sorry if it's boring, but I've been trying, so...

Also, if it's any consolation, I think I know who I want to play Zayn. Colton Haynes. And Lacey I'm still not sure yet.

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"Hey, I was going to ask you what you did when we were about to go to Troy's room yesterday." I tell Zayn across the cafeteria table.

I don't really think I was supposed to be in the public hospital cafeteria with my 'condition', but I didn't really give a shit.

"You'll see." He grins struggling to open his honey bun wrapper. "I'm telling you, all they sell is shit in those vending machines.

"You don't like like honey buns?" I ask dumbfounded.

"Nope."

"I don't think we can be friends." I tell him seriously.

"Did I just get friend zoned?"
He asks with a mouthful so it came out sounding really weird.

"Uh I don't know to be honest." I said. I don't really know what's going on between us and I still hadn't figured out if it was good or bad.

He just laughs. I didn't think he was too worried about what ever was going on.

"So tell me about your sister." I tell him biting into a ham sandwich. I didn't really know anything about him or his family.

"She's eighteen and crazy. I think that's descriptive enough." I snort in response almost sucking a piece of ham down my esophagus.

"I'm being serious." I say.

"Ah, well, her favorite color is purple and she plays volleyball." He trails off. "That's kind of all I know since she almost never talks to me." He jokes.

"You're not very helpful. What do you do at school? Any sports? Favorite color? Life dreams?" I wonder.

"I play baseball and make straight B's. My favorite color is green. I will one day have Hooters rented out for just myself." He smirks. He's been doing that a a lot lately.

"That's wonderful Zayn. Never give up on your dreams." I say sarcastically and flick a piece of, probably fake, cheese at his chest.

"Don't worry Lace, I won't."

I just chuckle and get up to take my trash.

"Here, I'll take it." He says getting up.

"I have cancer, I'm not disabled." I roll my eyes and take my trash.

"I was trying to be nice." Zayn says raising his arms as I let out a burp.

"That was attractive." He says under his breath. I had become comfortable around him to burp. That was a major milestone in our (whatever type of) relationship we had going on.