The Bucket List

Chapter 6: Be yourself, because you are beautiful. But, still love fashion!

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Now, on to the main event.

Without further adieu...

Chapter 6: Be yourself, because you are beautiful. But, still love fashion!

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"Hey, Angel, want to eat those pancakes?" Tyler asks. Does he not remember what nearly happened? I sighed. Maybe I should pretend not to remember as well.

"Yeah, sure," I said, entering the kitchen.

"Hey, so-" he stops, looking at something in my hands. "What's that?" He asks, pointing at Connor.

Aw, dear god of all skittles.

Why me?

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"Um... Uh... I-It's nothing?" I said, but it came out more like a question. I turned to head back to my room, but Tyler grabbed my arm. He pulled me in close to him, gripping me by my shoulders.

"Jess," Tyler said, firmly yet sweetly at the same time. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

I hesitated. I had only known him about a week, and I had told him so much. But he was understanding about everything else, so I hoped he'd understand this. So I sighed, and said, "Yeah, I know."

"Do you want to talk?" he asked, looking down at me with concern.

I thought for a moment. I was going to have to talk eventually. So why not now? I hesitated again, but smiled weakly at Tyler. "Over pancakes?"

He nodded. "Of course." He went back to cooking, and I gathered the supplies. Butter, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and whipped cream.

As I set them neatly in the center of the table, Tyler brought in nearly thirty pancakes. I raised my eyebrows, but he only shrugged and grinned sheepishly. I checked over the supplies I had gotten.

Cue metal face-palm. How'd I forget the syrup? As I walked to the kitchen, I thought about what I'd say. How could I explain to him what I had? Would he still look at me the same way - like he cared? Or would it be sympathy? I hated sympathy. That's what everyone except my mom, Trent, and Ashley, my best friend, had expressed towards me.

When I entered the dining room with the syrup, I noticed that Tyler had waited for me. He had set up both our plates. He sent a lopsided grin my way, letting me sit down before both of us digging in.

We sat in a comfortable silence before Tyler broke it. "So what was that thing you were holding?"

I sucked in a deep breath. "Tyler, I'm sick."

He shot me a questioning glance. "So it was a thermometer? You have a cold?"

"No, Tyler," I said, sighing. "I'm really sick. Like, it's life threatening."

His eyes widened to twice their normal size. "Life threatening?" He asked, bewildered. I nodded. "What do you mean?"

I looked down, my gaze settling on my lap before explaining. "I want to apologize if I break down... Again." He nodded, gesturing for me to continue. "I'm really sick. I've been diagnosed with a serious sickness. I found out about a month ago after I was found passed out in my bedroom. My mom and Trent took me to the hospital, where the doctor told me the news." I shook my head. "We were all so surprised. My mom couldn't handle the thought of losing me, not after my dad and Caroline. My dad was born and brought up here, in Paris." I walked to the window, looking down from the tenth floor. Every person down there, walking these streets was just a small piece of a game called Life. "I had always wanted to come here for that reason. Dad would tell me all kinds of stories about this place. So after the accident, I made a bucket list with everything I'd do here before I died." My back was now facing Tyler as I continued to stare out of the window and at the tiny people running around.