Chapter 17
Falon's P.O.V.
I woke up and looked at my calendar. Monday, July 14th it read. My last treatment, or at least I hope it is. I get up and shower then I get dressed. I put on leggings and a sweatshirt. I check the temperature and decide to wear shorts instead. I put on a pair long enough that I won't worry the people at the hospital.
I grab my phone off the charger and head downstairs. I put my music on and lay my phone down on the table. I grab pancake mix, chocolate chips,butter, hashbrowns, eggs, and oil. I start up the coffee machine then turn on the stove. I grab a plate and a fork. I make the chocolate chip pancakes, put them on the plate and start my hashbrowns. I finish mixing the eggs in and turn off the stove.
I put my food on the table, grab the ketchup and make my coffee then I sit down to eat. Right before I finish eating, Kyle comes down. "Morning beautiful" he says.
"Morning, cute hair" I laugh. He looks at my grumpy.
"Where's my food?" He asks, looking like a kid.
"You should have came down earlier" I tell him. He gives me puppy dog eyes. "Fine! What do you want?"
"Cereal" I glare at him.
"Really?" I ask. He smiles. "Bowls are there, spoons are there, cereal is there and milk is in the fridge." I pick up my dishes and everything I used to make breakfast and put them in the sink.
I start walking over to the table but before I can get there Kyle grabs me by the waist. He puts me between him and the counter. "And where do you think you're going?" He asks me, smirking.
"To check my phone." I say, trying to get to the table.
"But what about my cereal?" He asks, pouting.
"You're a big boy" I tell him, laughing. He leans in and gives me a peck on the lips.
"Please?"
"No" he gives me another kiss.
"How bout now?"
"No" he starts to lean in again, "Kyle, you're making it yourself."
"Ugh, fine" He gives me another kiss before making his cereal.
I go sit at the table and check my instagram. I have a fan account (A/N self promo fangirlprobs25) so I post a few edits and some other random pictures I wanted to post. I post a picture of Kyle. I hear his phone buzz then I get a notifaction from instagram. 'Kyle Mischiek liked your photo' I just keep scrolling.
A few minutes later, everyone else comes downstairs. Dad makes them all breakfast and Kyle goes to get dressed. I go upstairs and straighten my hair then brush my teeth. I go into my room and grab my earphones and converse. I put my notebook, a book to read, a pen, my phone and my earphones in my purse.
"I'm ready" I tell dad as i'm tying my shoes. We walk out to the van and I put my earphones in my ears and play my music. Believe by Sonreal came on. After a couple of songs, I zoned out and Kyle had to snap me out of it by the time we got to the hospital. I pull out and ear phone as the next song comes on. Mine for the summertime by Kyle Mischiek. I show him and he smiles.
As we walk hand in hand into the hospital, I think, 'This is my last treatment.' I smile. We sit down in the waiting room. I put my phone into my bag, still holding Kyle's hand.
