What would you do if you knew you had only a year to live? What would you do in that short amount of time? Would you sky dive? Would you tell the person you love that you love them? Go Crazy? Trash a mall? Swim with dolphins? How about do nothing but lay in a hospital bed on and off with nothing to keep you company but the nurses and doctors? Not on your top five I bet. Unfortunetly, that is all I have to do. Sometimes I can go through, excusing the pain so I could do my thing with my friends, but other days, I can't breathe from it, bending over in pain, biting my arm so I could take my mind off of it, anything to get the twisting feeling away. Yes, my friends come visit me, hangout for visiting hours when I am in the hospital but I can't do the things I want to. I can't play softball anymore, I can't swim anymore, I can't bike ride anymore, I can't vacation anymore in fear that while I'm away, my life could take a turn for the worse and my death due date could be cut short. Now that I've basically told you my life story; Hi, I'm Alexis but people call me Double A. I'm exactly five foot five with long brown hair that cascades down to my ribbs, deep chocolate eyes, red full lips and cute dimples to match. I have a natural tan to my body that holds my too flat stomach. I've also lived with stomach cancer for the past year of my life which has turned my glowing smile, into a fake smile, my gleaming eyes into dull, lifeless balls of color, my light brown hair limp in a stringy kind of way and my natural tan, has left and made room for the paleness I have been dealing with. Some days I look like I live a perfect life, other days I look like I live my life. Have you ever had that surprised feeling where all you can do is hold your hands to your mouth and hope you aren't dreaming? I've had plenty of those moments in my last year here on this beautiful earth and that's the story I am going to tell you.

The story about the boy who, wether he knows it or not, saved my life, kept me fighting and drove me to believe I had a chance. Justin Drew Bieber, or, as I call him, My Boyfriend.