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Chapter 1 Gus POV of The Fault in Our Stars
"No".
"Please"?
"Absolutely not." I was on the phone with Isaac and he was trying to get me to his church support group. I was attempting to put my foot down. Rather unsuccessfully might I add considering this call was lasting over an hour and we were still on the subject of thus said support group.
"Gus, why not?"
"Because I am ridiculously busy not attending cancer support group, sorry, but no, just no." There is no way in hell that Isaac could possibly talk his way into this one. I make one exception. He knows how to guilt trip me into doing almost anything by having cancer, and the whole almost blind thing, so I suspect he will pull that one any second.
"Not even for your would-be blind best friend? You know I would do I for you, and in fact have done it for you on many occasions. Shall I proceed to name some? July 2010 for example. . . "
"I get it, I get it. Fine I'm coming to you stupid support group"
"Fantastic. It starts in fifteen minutes. . .bye."
"Isaac! Come on! That's all the notice I get?"
Silence. Great. Now I have to get up from the basement, convince my mother to let me go out, haul my lazy ass to the car, drive,which is no easy task for a seventeen year old guy with one leg and a prosthetic, just to go to a church support group for Isaac. The things I do for that kid.
I arrive at the support group seven minutes before it officially starts, however there were three others there at that point, so I didn't think I was too early. After sitting for a few minutes I wonder when Isaac would make an appearance. If it was so important I go, he might as well be on time. Almost as if on cue he enters the episcopal church basement that is home to this purgatory, which also takes the name of support group.
"Hey man", Isaac greets me.
"Hi. May I ask why it is so important that I attend this sucky cancer support group",I inquire.
"You will see Augustus. You shall see."
And then she walked in.