Love, Cancer, and Me // Book 1 // Brendon Urie

Chapter 33: For Me

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~Addilyn's POV~

   "Ever since we met, I only shoot up with your perfume," sang my alarm clock. Now most people would yell at their alarm clock, but I don't. I sing with my alarm clock. "It's the only thing, that makes me feel as good as you do, ever since we met, I've got just one regret to live through, And that one regret is you!"

   "Honey, I love hearing you sing, but can you keep it down just a bit," said my mother who is barely awake.

   "Sorry mom."

   "It's fine, sweetheart. Have any plans today?" I had to think for a second.

   "Hmm, I won't visit Bren, because I don't want to keep bothering him and someone else might visit him. I guess I'll just go to the park."

   "Which park?"

   "Griffith Park."

   "Oh, okay. Have fun and be safe! I'm going back to bed." Mom leaves and I go to get ready. Getting ready in the morning is so fast for me. Well, you can guess why. I don't have any fucking hair to do. Honestly though, I really my hair back. I pray every night that my cancer will just disappear and I'll get my hair back. I've been doing really good, so let's just hope for the best.

   I headed to the park, which is only like 20 minutes away. There was an accident on the way. Luckily, there wasn't a lot of damage. It doesn't look like there was anyone hurt, but who knows. I pulled into the park and not a lot of cars were parked in the parking lot. That's perfectly fine because I don't want a lot people in my way.

   I've been walking around since I don't even know how long. There were so many people walking their goddamn dogs. Now don't get me wrong; I love dogs. But when their rude ass owners don't fucking move out of the way with their animal and make jump all over you. It's annoying! Right? Right. I go ahead and sit down on a bench and someone approached me. I don't even look up at them. "What's a pretty girl doing sitting all by herself?" Cheesy ass.

   "First off, pretty? I'm not, but thanks. Second off, -" I look up and see Brendon standing there. "What is a handsome sick boy doing out of his home?"

   He chuckled with a mixture of coughing, "I wanted to get out and get some air. Mind if I sit down?"

   "Go ahead. How are you feeling?"

   "I think I'm getting better?"

   "Think?"

   "Yeah, I don't know." I laugh. "What'cha doing?"

   "Just sitting on a bench talking to a sick idiot."

   He gasps and puts his hand over his heart, "Man, that struck me in the feels." He scoots closer to me and pulls me into a hug.

   "Hey Bren, can I ask you a question?"

~Brendon's POV~

   "Hey Bren, can I ask you a question?"

   "Sure, shoot for it."

   "Aren't you ever lonely being your in house all by yourself?"

   "That's a random question. Why you ask?"

   "Honestly, I don't know. I've just been thinking about it a lot." I love how she worries about me all the time. It really is cute. It's nice knowing someone cares for you that much.

   "Oh well, to answer your question. Yeah, I guess I usually do. I have Bogart and Penny Lane and you, so it's fine."

   A freaking sneeze come out and she smiles, "bless you." I could really use a smoke, so I pull out a cigarette and I light it up. I turn my head to see Addilyn frowning and looking like she thinking about something. Then out of nowhere, she pulls it out of my mouth and holds it. Is she going to smoke? What's going on? "Addilyn? What are you doing?" Addy knows I smoke and watched me too.

   "Stop for me please. Don't do it."

   "Don't what?"

   "Smoke! You idio-I'm sorry."

   "How come you don't want me to smoke?"

  "I-I, it just reminds me of my dad. I'm sorry." Her hazel eyes start to sparkle which indicates she might cry. Addy hands the cigarette back to me and looks down. I look at it and throw it on the ground and stomp on it. She looks up. I take the cigarette box and lighter and threw them into the park trashcanby the bench. Addilyn's stunned. I go back to sit down and I pull her onto my lap and hold her.