Taylor Caniff is my boyfriend?

Chapter eight

Allyson's POV.

I was heading out the door when I got a text from Cameron.

Text messages~

Cam: okay meet me at sweet frog in 5 minutes.

Me: okay!

Why am I doing this? I ask myself in my head. I have a boyfriend, who cares so much about me. By the way he left for work an hour ago.

On my way to sweet frog the traffic was terrible! Once I finally arrived I bought my yogurt and sat down at a two person table. I felt guilty the whole time I was sitting there. I don't know why, I mean me and Cameron have been friends forever.

Finally Cameron sat down.

"Hey Al!" He said.

Cameron's the only one who ever calls me Al.

"Hi! How've you been since last night?" I said kind of giggling.

"Great, did you know that they're having a street fair?" He said with excitement in his tone.

"Wanna go?" He said in the same tone as before.

"Uhm sure!" I said trying to sound excited.

"Cameron there's something I need to tell you. It's very important." I say.

"What." He says nervously.

I started to tear up. I wiped them away before he had the chance. I don't wanna make him feel awkward, as I did.

"I have leukemia. I had found out a week ago." I say tearing up again.

"What are you crying about? Everyone faces battles in there life. God gave you this one because he knew you could handle it. Allyson you're a strong girl, you can kick cancers ass." Cameron had said.

I don't believe he said it the way he did. So passionate and loving.

He's staring into my eyes at this point.

I notice his brown loving eyes. They're beautiful.

Wait! What am I saying. He.. He is my boyfriends Bestfriend.

I can't do that to him.

"I have to go Cameron. I have a doctors appointment." i actually did have a doctors appointment, I wasn't lying. But it was in 2 hours.

"Wait do you have to leave now?" He asked with hurt words.

"Yes, I'm so sorry. I'll meet up with you later. Love you Cam!" I said as I walked out of sweet frog.

I ran to my car and sat in it for at least 30 minutes, crying.

Why did I have to be diagnosed!

Why me!

I'll look so ugly, and pale!

I don't wanna die!

I could very likely die.

Why was I thinking like that. I finally stopped crying.

I turned angry for some reason.

I drove away and didn't stop.

When I arrived at my house I noticed something, very different.

About my body.

It was my fingers, they felt so swollen.

Weird.

I don't have any idea why.