Cancer

4. Sleepover

"Lou! Shane and Trevor is here!" Daniel call from downstairs as I get out of the shower. I hurry up and put on my shark kigurumi. I run downstairs and embrace my best friend in a big hug. "I missed you too." He laughs. We giggle and run upstairs to play Mortal Kombat. He's never going to win, but I like to watch him try. "Why is Shane here too?" I ask rolling my eyes at the thought of him. I don't like him. He's so mean. "I'm staying at his house now." Trevor smiles. "He's not that bad, you just have to get to know him." he winks at me. "Whatever you say, honey." I shake my head.

"Where are you going?" Trevor asks, as I reach out for my coat. "Just going out for a while." I answer him innocent. I look him in the eyes. "Can I come with you?" he asks. What am I going to do? If I tell him no, it will sound like I'm up to no good. If I tell him "yes," he'll find out about my condition. "Sure." I choke out before thinking an extra time. Nice work, Lou! I mentally face palm myself. "Great! Shane I'm going out with Lou somewhere! Bye guys! But you drive." He hands me his car keys and we get in his car.
"Where are we going exactly?" He suddenly asks as I turn to the left. "I..." I start. "I have got this allergic reaction for something, so I'm going to see my doctor." I lie to Trevor's face. I feel so bad for doing it, but I'm trying to protect him. He just nods understanding. Oh, Trevor. If you only knew. I squeeze the stirring wheel, as I reach the parking lot of the hospital. "Can you wait here?" I ask as I turn to him. "No, I'm coming with you, I'll just wait outside the room."

I'm shaking and my face is all wet from crying. Charlie, my Dr. just told me, I had to get the chemo again, because my condition is getting worse. I am closer of dying. I dry my eyes before going back to the room Trevor is waiting. I reach the room and take a deep breath before entering the room. "Are you okay?" he stands up and hugs me. I nod. "Just allergy, you know." I lie again, as I hold the mask onto my mouth to calm down my breath. Charlie told me, I should wear it in my sleep and when it get hard to breathe. He hugs me tight and I hug him back.
On the way home, none of us really says anything. Trevor keeps looking at me every now and then. Now he's staring at me. "What?" I ask a little of mind. "Are you sure, it's just allergy?" he puts his hand on mine. I nod and smile weak. "Yeah, what else would it be?" I say, as if it was the most obvious reason. He shrugs and we are home.
"How was the trip?" Joey asks as he looks weird at Trevor. He is acting weird. "It was fine." He says and looks guilty at me. I didn't hurt him. Why is he like this? "What are you wearing?" Joey asks me concerned. Why are they so caring? "I'm allergic, and I get my medicine through this." I lie again. He nods. I take Trevor's hand and drag him into the living room to the others. "You sit, I'll just go upstairs with this." I point at my mask. He nods and sit down next to Shane.

I get upstairs and go to my room. I throw myself at my bed and pull off my oxygen mask. I put it on my nightstand next to my bed, as I turn around, so I'm facing the attic. I breathe out deeply, trying to breathe normal. As I think it sounds normal, I get downstairs. "Why were you at the hospital?" I hear a voice speak up. "We were picking up, Lou's medicine. She is allergic to something." Trevor answers. I walk into the living room they are all there. Trevor looks sad in some kind of way, but not as if he could cry any second. Just sad and maybe a bit mad. He looks from my eyes to the floor. I sit down next to Joey and in front of Trevor. They were watching a movie as we were away. It's at the ending now. I look at Trevor again, he's looking right back at me. "I'll show Trevor my room." I say and stand up, grabbing Trevor's arm and drag him upstairs.

"Don't be mad at me." I say as he lays on my bed. It's been a couple of hours since we got home. "I'm not mad at you." He snaps back at me. I roll my eyes and turn off the TV he is watching. Or well, was. "Then what are you?" he sits up, catching my eyes. "I just don't get why you are lying to me." I turn away from him for a second or two, but catch his eyes again. "I-..." I stutter. I take a deep breath. Should I tell him? He'll find out sooner or later anyways. No, he can't know, I don't want him to worry. "I'm not lying. I just don't want to talk about my allergy to anyone, I mean, allergy is boring, you know. It's just medicine and nothing "exciting."" I chuckle at him. I could cry that moment. I wish it was allergy, but I have cancer, and I am dying. "Okay, whatever." He snaps again.