Fifteen Minutes

Chapter 6

It's only 10:09 a.m. by the time we pull into the parking lot of Tatum's house, Angle following in behind us. I have so much time in one day- but I don't know what I want to do with any of it.

As I pondered on that thought, the passenger door opens and Damien stares at me with a absurd look

"Dude get out of the fuckin' carrrr!" He says in a ridiculous voice that for some reason I found hilarious. He giggled in response to my laughter, helping me unbuckle and untangled my 5000 chords. eventually, we meet up with the rest of the group inside. Reese was sitting on the floor, while Tatum was in the kitchen, and Angel sitting delicately on the sofa. I took a deep breath in, smelling pumpkin spice candles and old vinyl records. That smell brings me back home. 

"So, Rattles-" 

Rattles was a nickname Reese gave to me when I was younger.

"What were you thinking of doing?" Reese finishes her sentence and stuffs her face with a slice peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Angel had made for all of us. 

"I honestly didn't think it would come to this..So...I don't really know.." I acknowledged their question, but had no clue how to answer it.

Tatum walks  from the kitchen into the living room, a tray of drinks in one hand, and a pencil and paper in the other "Well..why don't we write down what you want to do-" he placed the tray of drinks on the table, each glass different shapes, but all containing Root Beer. "Remember, think of anything, this is all covered under the hospital and all that shit so we aren't paying for it."

I reached for a smaller, chubbier glass, about to take a sip when Angel quickly spoke up 

"Bones, can you be drinking this? It's just pure sugar-"

I shrugged, removing the cup from my mouth to answer "Hey, I only got two days left, may as well get diabetes now." I chuckle, Angel sighing and letting me drink it, not even bothering to argue. 

Tatum put the piece of paper on the table and held the pencil in his left hand, writing a title on the paper: RATTLE JR'S BUCKET LIST

"Why the hell do they call it a bucket list?" Damien muffled through a mouth full of peanut butter. no one answered his question, seeming like no one really knew why

I notice Tatum change the title: RATTLE JR'S HOLY GRAIL

This causes all of us to break out into giggles and snickers. He started writing from one to four.

"Lets just start with a few. you want like...super intense or like?.."

I answer the only thing I knew I wanted to do first

"Well, I wanted to just like travel somewhere with all of you guys..then go from there I guess." I take a bite of my sandwich. SO much better than hospital food.

"How about New York? We could like explore the main street?"

"That sounds sick"

Both Damien and Angel were very interested in New York, especially since they were both theater kids. I didn't really care where we went, as long as we all traveled together. 

We all sat in silence after Tatum wrote 'Go to New York' under number one. I broke the silence

"Why don't we just go out and we can just add to the list as we do it?"

Everyone glanced over to me, the pause only lasting a few seconds before Tatum added on

"Well then, let's get going."

Everyone's faces beamed with excitement- Including mine.