Bella's POV:
"Mom, wait a minute my oxygen tank is hooked on the door don't drive yet," I yelled from the back seat of our 1990 used red chevy.
"Are you ready honey?" My Mom asked enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes at her overly exaggerated excitement and pulled my oxygen tank into the car.
"Mom, I am excited but you are making me nervous reminding me," I sighed as I looked down at my new white twenty one pilots shirt mom bought from the hot topic website since we lived in Canada.
"Why did you want the white shirt anyway you're just going to get it dirty?"
"Mom I've told you this like ten times how are their signatures going to show up on black?" I sighed and plugged in my ear buds and put my music on shuffle.
"Bella, sweetie do you want anything from Timmies?" She asked me.
"Small frozen lemonade please," I mumbled as I switched the song on my phone.
"Shouldn't you be more excited Bella? Your me-,"
"The only reason I'm meeting them is because I'm on my fucking death bed. They always tell us to stay alive but for me it's not a choice. I don't get to stay alive. I get to die and be forgotten about like every other sick kid!" I screamed as I stuck my earbud in and scrolled through my playlist.
"We're here," Mom said as I adjusted my cannula in my nose. I look at the time: 12:00 PM. I lifted my oxygen tank up in the air and landed it on the parking lot pavement outside the car. I took my seatbelt off and swung my legs around to get out of the car. I looked down at my phone and there is a snapchat from JOSH FUCKING DUN!
"J-Josh D-D-Dun just sent me a snapchat," I stuttered.
"Oh isn't that sweet," my Mom smiled.
"I'm gonna send one back," I squealed as I went onto the snapchat camera
Josh's POV:
Ty, this is our first make a wish kid... I'm a little nervous. I know we have the whole day planned but she seems so sweet and she really looks up to us," I sighed. "She sent a snap back to me Ty!" Tyler rushed over to see her response.