The Bucket List

Chapter two

Chapter two

Aaron-

My room is a room anyone would be ashamed of. My walls are pure white, darker squares from posters littering random spots where I had had posters for the longest time. Glow in the dark stars are glued to my ceiling by my request that if I died in the night my last sight might be a star lit sky. Depressing right?

Because of my headaches and weakness my bed is a hospital bed complete with bars and all. My closet not only holds clothes but boxes of my medication, a charity gift from my doctor. If we can't heal him, we can dump useless pills on him.

I had a shelf of untouched books (I couldn't read them anymore because of my headaches), toys from my childhood lined where I couldn't touch them on top and a lamp. That was it.

My room screamed isolation and depression. I'd begged so many times for my walls to be repainted but she feared the smell of the pain would cause an attack.

Bull.

A knock on my door makes me jerk my head. Mom never knocked. Who was here? I didn't reply and the door opened anyway. Mom and Toby both popped their heads in smiling.

I felt exposed, I didn't want to be seen in this room. Why was he here? Surely he knew, so why was he sticking around? I hadn't seen him since last when I fell asleep and had woken up in my room.

"I came to check up on you." Toby smiles.

My heart sank. No one but my mom has even showed they cared since I was diagnosed. I don't let my tears weld up, instead I embrace it. "Thank you."

When he gives up on me I might just die from a broken heart.

Tony steps in the room closing it behind him to leave us alone. "How are you doing?"

I still wore his clothes he loaned me, they had felt too comfortable to change from. But I scooted to the edge of the bed patted it. "I feel good." I chirp. Though my head ached and my body felt like I was moving through syrup. I wouldn't tell him, he'd leave.

"You're still wearing my clothes." He grins.

"Do you want me to change?"

He frowns. "No, you look cute."

I feel my face flush, I haven't been complimented in...a while. It made my heart flutter.

He moves to sit next to me making us squeeze together. I giggle and turn on my side giving us more room and stare up at him. "How did you know where I lived?"

"I called your mother."

"I'm sorry about last night, I wasn't really myself." I blush again remembering how tweaked I had acted.

"It's fine, it was a nice town welcoming."

I laugh. "Then it was my pleasure."

My head aches and I press my face into his thigh, trying not to cry. I was a baby about these things.

"You're mom told me to ask you." He says quietly.

"About?"

"I asked her why you had seizures and fainted a lot and she told me to ask you."

I didn't reply. Thanks mom.

"You don't have to tell me, but I'd be nice to know so I know how to be careful with you."

Anger struck me. Of course I didn't want to tell you. I don't know you and you don't know me. Don't act like were friends.

But my heart melted at his consideration at the end.