Picture Perfect (A TJ Bell Story)

Chapter 5 - I Know What I'm Doing

[TJ's POV]

That night I went to the MIW house after leaving Ricky's apartment.

I knocked on the door and Ryan answered, surprised to see me.

"TJ?" he asked.

"Hey," I said.

"Its almost late, what are you doing here?" he asked, confused.

"Farren told me everything," I said.

He gulped nervously, and sighed.

"I also know she has cancer," I said.

He bit his lip and motioned for me to enter.

I walked in and he lead me inside to the living room where everyone chatted until they saw me and they were surprised.

"Farren told him," he said. "And he found out about the leukemia."

Everyone looked down, then Chris got up.

"TJ, we're sorry, but Farren made me swear, and then we all swore to keep Celeste hidden from the press after you left," he said.

"Its okay. Right now I just got back from witnessing how she's suffering," I said. "But I only have one question for all of you."

"Which is?" Balz asked.

"Who's going to take care of Celeste when Farren's gone?" I asked.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Ghost and Balz had volunteered to be her legal guardians, but Farren doesn't want to leave a child with us, since she thinks we've done enough for her and CJ," Ryan said.

"CJ?" I asked.

"Celeste's nickname," Balz chuckled.

I couldn't help but laugh softly too. It was actually a cute nickname for Celeste.

I then got an idea. Not really idea, since this was basically the right thing to do.

"Me," I said.

"You what?" Allie asked.

"I'll take care of Celeste," I said.

Everyone looked at me with wide eyes.

This was a big step, but I knew what I had to do.

"You?" Allie said with scrunched eyebrows.

"TJ," Chris said, looking at me worriedly.

"What? This is something I have to do," I said. "It takes 2 to tango and I'm one of the two. My flesh and blood, my responsibility."

Everyone was quiet.

I knew it was me who had to do this.

But it all depends on Farren.

[Farren's POV]

Stupid fucking medicine making me throw up blood and making me feel shitty.

I swear that thing is like a chemo x10 in a bottle.

What's worse is I have a long day at the doctor's tomorrow with a CT scan, and then a bone marrow biopsy after a chest x-ray.

Basically, I'm in for more hell tomorrow.

At least I'll be with Jessica tomorrow. Even if she and Ricky broke up, she still is my friend, so she volunteered to take me while Ricky rested. He deserves a day off from taking care of me so much.