Cancer

15. Adventure Time

As I lay in Frank's arms watching a movie, my phone starts ringing. Everybody looks at me, and I reach for my phone, walking out of the living room. I look at the caller ID, Trevor. I pick up:

Hi. This is Lou.

It's Trevor.

Hi.

Hey. Look, I miss you. He sounds sad, like really.

I miss you too. I really miss him. Why didn't you text me or call me? I thought you stopped caring about me. I confess, getting sad.

I never stopped caring. You are my twin remember? We'll always be friends. I didn't call, because I didn't know, if you were... dead. I hear him sob. My heart falls, and shatters into a million pieces. I start crying as well.

I'm here, Trevor. Can we meet in the park? I'll prove it to you. I am alive. I'm desperate, not dead. I'm scared that he even thinks like that.
We agree to meet up in the park and hang up. I dry my eyes, and take Gerard's car keys. "I'll be back in 2 hours or so, I'll see you guys later!" I yell and run out of the back door. It's dark outside. I sit on the driver seat and start driving down to the park.

I see a short, dark shade in the black night. I look closer and see his ugly yellow raincoat. I can't believe, he still has it. It is so awful looking. It's not even raining! I start walking towards the yellow. "Trevor?" I ask, as I get close. He turns around and I see his face turn from sad to happy. "Lou!" he yells and throws his arms around me. I giggle. "That's me." I confess hugging him again. He pulls away from me, studying my face as if he hadn't seen me in years. "Do you want to go for a walk?" I ask him and start walking. He nods, and keeps up with me. He reaches for his pocket and pulls up a pack of cigarettes. "Want one?" he asks putting one between his lips and hands me another one. "I don't smoke." I say simply. He groans rolling his eyes at me. "I know?" he says in a duh tone. "You used to have a cancer stick between your lips, just because. Remember?" He smiles wry. I nod, I do remember. "Give me that!" I take it from his hands and put it in my mouth. He giggles at me. "You haven't changed a bit." He says as we reach the open road. I lay down, looking up at the stars. He shakes his head at me, but joins me on the open street. Nobody ever drives here. Only crazy teenagers come here, and by that I mean Trevor and I.
"Look." I say pointing at a star, which is shining brighter than the other stars. "It's you." Trevor says quiet, looking at the star, with tears in his eyes. I turn my face to him. "Why would you say that?" I frown confused. He ashes his cigarette, and looks back up. He refuses to look at me. "You shine brighter than anyone else. No matter what bad comes your way, you keep holding on. You know, you're going to die, but you still..." he stops looking at me. "Live." I finish for him. He nods. Both of us look back up at the sky.

I pull my cancer stick out of my mouth and fumble with it in my fingers. "Why would you think I was dead?" I ask, looking at the stick. Trevor exhales sharply, and turn away from me. "After what Shane told me, and the Canadian being all nice to me, I thought you... I thought you... died." He sniffles, wiping tears away with his sleeve. I turn around, pushing myself off the ground, helping Trevor to his feet and hug him tight. "I'm sorry." I say as if it was my fault. He hugs again, sobbing onto my shoulder. "It's not your fault, Louisa, you know that." I nod, just holding him. "I'm here." I tell him, making sure, he doesn't forget my existence.
"Do you need a ride home?" I ask him. He nods and we walk back to Gerard's car.

"So how are you?" He asks as we drive through the city. I scratch my neck thinking about everything. Frank, my family, my condition. "I'm okay." I blush at the thought of Frankie. "I mean, I see Gerard and Lyn-z as my mom and dad. Bandit, their daughter, as my little sister. I'm still in chemo, but as you see." I flick with my hair. "It's still there." I think about telling him about Frank. I know I can trust him. My face turns red. "And, hum, I have met someone." My hands tighten around the steering wheel. "Who?" Trevor asks with his flirty voice. Trevor is the gayest person I know. Like: gay, Gay, GAY. "You can't tell anyone!" I giggle like a 15-year-old fangirl. "Oh please! How old are you?" he exclaims groaning. "You can't tell, because it's a friend of our family. Plus he played in the same band as my dad, so please keep it to yourself!" he looks surprised at me. "Fine." Great. Thank you Trevor! "His name is Frank. Frank Iero." I pull over the grass area in front of Shane's house, and Trevor gets out. "I'll text you when I am home!" I yell and he nods. Trevor is one of those people, who makes sure others comes home safe.