The Color Yellow

Leap of Faith

"The treatments not working?" I asked, panicking.

"No, sweetheart, it isn't. Your dad is too weak to fight the cancer anymore and with the treatments not working he just is letting go," My mom sniffled through the phone, "I got to go, sweetheart, maybe come around eight tonight? Bring some dinner too?" 

"Sure," I answered, my voice cracking. Mom hung up and I let out a breath, throwing my phone onto my bed. Dad was going to die. For some reason though, I couldn't cry. No tears would come. I guess I had cried all my tears. I sat down on my bed and Ethan entered the room and sat down next to me.

"Are you okay, Ivy?" Ethan asked, I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't know," I responded, "I really really don't know."

Ethan pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head, "Everything is going to be-"

"My dad's going to die," I stated, cutting him off, "I have cried every tear in my body and I don't know what to do with myself."

"Are you going to go see your dad?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah, around eight tonight. My mom doesn't like me being at the hospital and I don't know why because all I want is to spend time with dad who is going to die with in a couple weeks and mom won't let me see him unless she has to go to work but she is getting off of work as much as possible and I'm sure it's to keep me away from dad."

"I'm sure that's not the case, she probably wants you to keep your mind off things."

"It sure doesn't feel like it," I answered, placing my head on his shoulder. 

***

A week and a half later I hadn't shown up for school all week and had been staying in the hospital twenty four seven despite moms wishes. The doctor decided to try another treatment even though everyone believed it was hopeless except him. As much as I wished that dad wasn't going to die, he was and I just had to accept that. 

I woke up on a Friday morning and mom and dad were smiling from ear to ear, "What?" I asked.

"I'm gonna live, Ivy," dad beamed, his eyes all glossy looking like he was going to cry.

"OH MY GOSH! REALLY?" I squealed, sitting up and smiling.

"Yes, really," answered the doctor, entering the room, "despite what everybody else believed, the treatment responded really well. Mr. Floyd is going to have to take a while to recover, but a couple weeks to maybe a month he can go home."

"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" I was smiling for the first time in months. A real genuine happy smile. The rest of the day was fantastic, just mom, dad, and me time, we had had plenty of that but this time it was different, dad was going to be okay. The next day I went home and showered for the first time in a week, changed into a cute outfit, showing my good mood, and then called Beck to come over with Ethan and Tom. I heard the doorbell ring and then ran downstairs, my black velvet heels making a loud clicking noise as I walked to the door. I opened the door and walked into the kitchen with the gang, "I have some amazing  news," I beamed, "my dad's new treatment is working, dad is going to live!"

"That's great news!" smiled Beck, giving me a bone crushing hug.

"I'm really happy for you," Ethan smiled, he and Tom giving me a hug. 

We all hung out for a bit, laughing and enjoying ourselves. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and Tom came in as I sat down on the counter. 

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hi," I smiled back placing my glass down on a coaster, "What's up?"

"Nothing much," he answered, "how about you."

"I feel like doing something crazy," I stated, "Like I have this weight lifted off my shoulders and I can do stuff now," he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, "I know, it makes me sound nuts."

"It doesn't make you sound nuts," Tom said. I looked at him and decided to take a leap of faith. Do something crazy that I had never had the guts to do before. I, shockingly enough, kissed Tom. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and I wasn't thinking about Ethan, I wasn't thinking about my low grades in school, I was thinking about now and how great everything was turning out. We pulled away and Tom smirked at me, "Was that crazy enough?" he asked.

"For now," I smiled. We walked back into the living room and Beck was smirking at me, Ethan looked... I don't know, mad? "What?" I asked sitting down next to Beck, Tom sitting next to Ethan. 

"We can talk later," Beck smiled, Ethan on the other hand, got up and left the room. He seemed upset and I had no idea why. I called mom and made sure it was okay for Beck to stay over and so later that night mom got home and met the gang. The boys left and Beck and I headed to my room, "I saw you kiss Tom," Beck smirked. 

"Maybe I did," I answered, Beck crossing her arms and tilting her head, "Okay fine I did and it was amazing."

"So are you two like, a thing now?" Beck asked, picking up her phone and sitting down on my bed with Copper who was chewing on a bone twice the size of his face. 

"That remains to be seen," I responded, taking off my heels. I couldn't believe what a dramatic turn life took, dad was dying and then he wasn't and I kissed someone. I, Ivy Floyd, kissed someone. That was shocking.