Just Another Cancer Patient

23 •Zayn•

I spent half the night just laying there on my bed. Sometimes I would catch myself almost grinning because of Lacey. Then I would tell myself to stop because I was losing my manliness, but I really did like her.

If someone told me six months ago that I would have started volunteering at a hospital, kissed a patient at that hospital, and liked it, I would've told them they were a jack ass. Probably.

But now that I've experienced it; I can't say I've been disappointed.

Lacey occupies my mind most of the time. At school, at the house, and obviously, when I'm with her.

I don't know what to do, I had never done anything like this before because no girl I had ever met was like her. My sister, I loved of course, because it more like an obligation since she's my sister.

She was the only girl I really bonded with other than my mom and now, Lacey.

I had not been spending time with my friends as much and strangely, I didn't feel bad about it.

Lacey had everything a best friend should have, but I felt something more towards her.

So when I woke up this morning, with half my hair sticking out, trying to fly away from my scalp, I knew I needed to get a special breakfast for her this morning.

I got up, showered, and drove to one of my favorite restaurants. Pablo's Mexican Restaurant. It had a shitty unimaginative name, but they had awesome goat cheese dip.

No one ever came here in the morning I guess because they went to Hardee's for breakfast, but who says you can't eat Mexican at seven in the morning. (I seriously wanted to write nine in the afternoon.)

So I picked up the food and drove straight to the hospital. I had to sign in for my 'volunteering' and I was walked to her room I had to keep the bag of food hidden.

I was tempted to stick it in my pants, but knew Lacey would castrate me if she found out, so I stuck it in my shirt.

I looked great and possibly pregnant with an oddly shaped creature-baby, but that's okay.

I stood in front of her door ready to pull it open, though I will admit I stood there for a second to get my wits up. She wouldn't regret the kiss, would she?

No, I think firmly and turn the door handle to find Lacey fast asleep on her bed. Which was strange since she was an early riser.

I walked over to the bed silently, setting the food on the table and determined whether I should dump water on her, poke her, or kiss her.

I grin. I think we all know what I chose.

I dumped a paper cup full of frozen water on her face I had gotten from the bathroom and jumped back so I wouldn't face the wrath of her punches to my dick.

"Motherfucker! What the hell?" She sputters and brings her hands to her eyes to wipe the excess water away.

Once she gains full conciseness, and I have stopped crying and wiping my tears out of the corner of my eyes, she glares at me.

"You're dead." Is all she says before jumping off her bed and running towards me at full speed.

All of the sudden, I'm on the floor clutching my balls.