The Bucket List (Write Affair Finalist)

Chapter 24: Go to the Lake Powell.

~ Chapter 24: Go to the Lake Powell. ~

(Hey guys! As promised, new chapter. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and will have an equally awesome New Year's eve! 2015 is on its way and I hope it will be an amazing year for all of you! Next update will be soon, I haven't decided when exactly yet but it will be sometime this week :) Good reading, I hope you'll like this chapter and don't forget to vote/comment as always! :D <3

Songs for this chapter (usually, they have nothing to do with the chapter's vibe because I put my Itunes playlist on random):

What I like About You - 5SOS

Put The Gun Down - ZZ Ward

Classic - MKTO)

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        A month passed, after Damon’s birthday. We had decided to stay home for a little while to get some rest because all that travel was too much to handle. Especially for Damon. I hadn’t noticed but he had been feeling a little worse everyday. He could walk, and talk, and laugh as usual but I could see he was in pain. He was trying not to show anything and to act like everything was normal but I was no fool. I know he was trying to reassure me so that I wouldn’t worry about him but it was even worse when he wasn’t saying anything because I was picturing the worst.

One time, he felt so bad he had to tell me to drive him to the hospital. I was totally freaked out but I got myself together and focused on the road. At the hospital, the doctor had told him it would get worse over the weeks. Beause he was closer everyday to his deadline. I tried not to cry and manage to hold it all in until we got home. Damon was definitely sick. Even if he looked sexy as hell and was laughing and singing happily everyday.

I wanted to freeze time. Make our moments together last forever. But obviously, I couldn’t do that. No one could. The worst was when Damon was suffering. It was breaking my heart and I just wanted to take some pain away from him, to try to make him feel better. He was assuring me every time that just being with me was enough but I knew it wasn’t at all.

We were supposed to go to the Lake Powell tomorrow. Our suitcases were ready and Damon’s doctor had given him pills for when he would suffer. Jenny had had to go back to college and Seth was back at my parent’s house. His friend Jason couldn’t host him anymore so after many arguments, my parents had agreed to let him back in the house. He couldn’t live with me because I was traveling a lot. And also because Jenny was coming a lot and after their… thing, it was a little weird and awkward between the two of them. And trust me, having my brother in a couple with my best friend was the last thing I wanted. I don’t know what they were doing when I was away and honestly, I didn’t even want to start thinking about it.

So we went to the airport; Damon had thought of taking the sleeping pillow special for plane Jenny had gotten him for his birthday and we didn’t wait too long before embarking. The plane took off and a few hours later, we landed at the Page Municipal Airport.We had searched everything on the Internet to try to know how this was working and so we had rented what we call a “house-boat”. It was like the most amazing thing I had ever seen. You were on a boat, which meant you could move to anywhere the hell you wanted to, but it was like a house : there was a bed, a kitchen, a sort of living room, a bathroom… It wasn’t like a yacht cause it didn’t costs a billion dollars. It was a normal house, but in the shape of a boat. That was awesome.

So we went into the city called Page and, there, we took our house-boat and left town to navigate through the lake. The landscape was just breathtaking. The water was clear and blue turquoise so just magnificent. Damon and I were craving for a swim but we waited to be a little further away from the coast before diving in the fresh water. Man, I don’t know if I could say that was the best bathing of my life, but it sure as hell was in the top three. We swam a little than stopped and floated on our backs to admire the landscape.

After feeling completely cooled, we went back in the boat and navigated a little more. I took a lot of pictures, and made sure not to miss anything we were passing by.

“Hey, Damon?” I called him as he was driving the boat.

He lifted his head.

“How are we going to carve our name this time? We can’t do it in the water…”

“Maybe we can in the roc.There’s a very wide choice.”

“Good idea. Hey, why don’t you park to the next station or whatever it’s called you find so that we can get some sleep, I’m exhausted.”

“Me too. I think the next station, as you call it, is not too far away.”

“Don’t forget to take your pills.”

“Yes mom.”

I stuck my tongue at him and he smiled. I went in my bed and started looking on my computer for some music to download. I wanted to write in my book but I had absolutely no inspiration. If you write too, you know how it feels to be stuck at some point in your book, not knowing what should come next. This wasn’t happening to me a lot but I hated when it was. Damon parked in an area already full of house-boats and he joined me on the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked, sitting next to me.

I hadn’t talked to him a lot about my “book”. He knew I loved to write but I had never let anyone read my stories, not even Damon.

“Oh, you’re writing! Can I read?”

I shook my head, my mouth occupied by a candy. He said “ok”, a little disappointed, and I continued reading the last sentences I had written, hoping for ideas to come. When I looked up, he was still looking at me.

“What?”

“I love the face you make when you’re trying to focus.”

I smiled and punched him nicely in the arm.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” He asked.

“No, it’s fine, I don’t have any inspiration anyway. Come on, let’s go outside, I need some air.”

We went out on the little deck and put on music. Being there with Damon was just perfect. For just a second, when I saw those happy families, I pictured us with our kids too but then erased the idea from my mind. This would never happen. Maybe someday I’d have kids, but not with Damon. Ever. It all came back to this, once again.

“You ok?”

“Just a little tired.” I lied, trying to smile.

I didn’t know if he had bought it. I was practically sure he had seen the sad look on my face when I had watched the kids jump in the water and their parents smile happily at them. Seeing him sad or feeling guilty was the last thing that I wanted.

“I’m going to take a shower.” I said, getting up.

Damon smiled, teasing.

“Yes, you can come with me.” I added when I saw the look on his face.

That automatically erased the sad thoughts from my mind. Just what I needed.