Always (cameron dallas fanfic)

Chapter 3

The words I had been dreading to hear since day one of my diagnosis, had finally been said. The six words are the most life changing words that could ever be spoken.

I stood there, color drained from my face, while Clarice waited for some type of reaction.

"Everything will be okay, Amanda. We will take care of you. We can get through this. Don't worry."

Her words of comfort had no effect on me. I knew she was only spewing what she had said to any other of her cancer patients.

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't prepared for this when I walked into this office. I slightly nodded and walked back to my room.

I sat down on the bed and cried. I cried every emotion that has built up inside of me. When I had finally cried all that was left of me, I fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later with tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. I walked into the bathroom to fix myself up. As I touched up my face, I looked at my long, luscious blond hair that would soon be gone. I wanted to cry, but realized I had nothing left.

I decided to change my game mode. I am going to stop crying, toughen up, and punch cancer right in the face with this chemotherapy. I am done moping around. It's time to be a tough cookie, like my dad always called me.

Dad. I wanted to cry again. I miss mom and dad much. After they died in a car crash the same year I was diagnosed with cancer, I was torn apart inside. My only sibling, Derek, was my older brother. He is the best brother anyone could ask for. He is in college so he doesn't get to visit much. But any extra time he has, he will come visit. I love him to the moon and back.

As I break myself from these unbearable thoughts, a new topic takes over my brain. Cameron Dallas. I keep telling myself that I need to stop thinking about him, but I can't keep myself from doing so. There is something about him that intrigues me. His attractiveness may be key.

Am I attracted to Cameron?... No. I barely even know him. And I haven't liked a guy since before my cancer.

I want to get to know him better. Maybe I will go by room 216 later today. No. That seems stalker-ish. Why am I stressing out?

I shake my head, as if to get rid of all these jumbled thoughts, and decide to go to the hospital cafeteria. I grab a bowl of fruit and sit at one of the tables near the back. As I nibble on the nearly stale pineapple chunks, I hear a seat pull up across from me.

I look up to see Cameron. It makes my insides enlighten.

"Hi Amanda." He says with his deep voice.

"Hi Cameron."

"Are you enjoying your rotten chunks of fruit?"

"Very much. I've never had fresher tasting fruit in my life."

We laugh at our silly remarks until silence falls.

"How old are you?" He says after a few minutes.

"18, turning 19 in a month. You?"

"19."

We started making small talk, like hobbies and simple stuff like that. When all our small talk conversation starters ran out, he began to look deep in thought.

"Amanda? If you don't mind that I ask, why are you in the hospital? You don't have to answer."

Should I tell him? Or should I just make up some random story so he doesn't feel obligated to pity me with sympathy.

"Well, I... uh... I have... cancer."