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40. You Have A What?

"Great job guys, take five and we'll run it again." Miss Fabray says from the audience. We were working on our 'Sectionals' performance. Alex pulled me out of the dip that I was in, and gave me a high five. We walked over to the fridge in the wings, and he passed me a water bottle.

"So, when are you going to ask her out?" I ask, sipping from my water. He raises his eyebrows at me. I walk over to Lucy.

"I need you to come over this afternoon, if your not busy." She says. I nod.

"What for?"

"I have a date." She blushes. My jaw drops.

"You have a what!" I say, really loudly. People turn to look at me.

"Keep your voice down. Alex asked me out. I need you to help me pick out an outfit." I nod, and start ranting off outfits that she has, and how she could wear something of mine, even.

"Now that I'm fat you can wear some of my clothes if you want." I offer.

"One. Your not fat. Your not even that big. Your like five centimetres out, so stop saying that you've exploded. Your only five months. And your still the prettiest girl in the school. Two. We'll go to your house first to see if I can wear any of your clothes." Lucy rants. I blush at her compliments. She was right, I needed to shut up. I wasn't that big. The doctors said that I was lucky, because I had a miraculous metabolism, so I didn't gain that much weight, apart from fluids.

"Well, we are done here, so do you want to follow me back to my house?" I ask. She nods, and slings her bag over her shoulder, and follows me out of the auditorium. I jump into my car, and head across town to my house, not Ben's, where my walk in wardrobe was waiting. Lucy followed me in her car, and parked on the street, while I pulled into the driveway. I turned my key into the slot and breathed in the scent of my childhood home. I walked into the kitchen to get a water bottle from the fridge and a little, miniature tub of chocolate ice-cream. I grab one for Lucy, and walk upstairs into my bedroom.

I hadn't been in there in a while, maybe a month. It was the exact same way that I left it, my bed made, my desk tidy and my window closed. Mum had obviously dusted it when she had been home last week, as there wasn't a layer of dust over everything. My fairy lights were slightly crooked, but I ignored that for now, and turned my attention to Lucy.

"Classy or chic?" I asked.

"Chic." She answered. I nodded and disappeared into my wardrobe. I saw my cheer uniform, the one that I had won Nationals in last year, I saw my prom dress from last year, which had taken forever to find. I looked through my jeans, until i found the ones that would look great with Lucy's tanned, thin body. I pulled them out, and grabbed a white, flowy long sleeved top. I pulled a cardigan from a hanger. I walked out again, and pushed it into Lucy's hands. I pointed to my bathroom, and she went in and got changed. I opened my History book and started working on my homework while she was getting ready.

Five minutes later I heard the door open and I looked up from my paper about the French Revolution. Lucy looked so pretty and I smiled.

"You look super pretty. We need to accessorise though." I said. Lucy blushed at my compliment. Her hair had just started to grow back, from her treatment and she was getting stronger each day. Her cancer wasn't gone though and she needed to be careful.

"It's a good thing that Ashley Lopez is my best friend then, isn't it?" She said with a laugh. She walked over, and stumbled. I got up to help her up.

"I'm fine. Just a bit light headed, that's all." She stood up, and took a couple of steps to my wardrobe, and then stumbled again. I rushed to her side, and her eyes looked a bit glassy.

"Are you alright, should I call somebody?" I asked her, genially concerned about her.

"I'm fi-" She collapsed to the floor, and didn't get back up. I rushed to her side, and pulled out my phone. I punched 991 into my keypad.

"Ambulance. My friend who has cancer has just collapsed onto the floor."