Joe-
Getting to my house, I parked. She quickly jumped out. I jumped out too, grabbing her arm stopping her.
"Slow down Chris", I said.
"Just", I interrupted her.
"I'm not leaving you alone. You're helping me with my report remember. Stop pushing me away", I said.
I took her bag by force. She sighed and tried to reach it as I lifted my arm. Laughing softly as she jumped to reach for it. She groaned.
"Just give me my bag please", she said annoyed.
"I'll walk you", I said.
She walked past me. Her arms folding over her chest.
"So how do you want to do this? My house or yours?", I asked.
"What would be better for you?", she asked.
"Um I would say yours, it seems more quiet", I said.
She nodded.
"Oh it would have to be after practice, I'll be done by seven", I said.
"Thats fine", she replied.
We got to her door and she opened it. I handed her, her bag and she took it.
"I'll see you", she said.
I stopped her from closing the door.
"Would you like to come?", I asked.
Surprising her and myself. She looked inside.
"I can't", she said.
My hand slid from the door and I nodded feeling a little hurt.
"It's not you, its just, I have to go somewhere right now", she said.
Her sister appeared beside me. Smile on her face.
"Cora, I thought you were going over to Layla's house?", she asked her.
"I remembered you had to", she stopped and eyed me.
"Cora", Chris said.
Her little sister shook her head.
"I'm staying", she said.
Chris nodded. Cora entered the house and left us alone again. Chris looked over at me.
"Is everything ok?", I asked.
"Fine, I'll see you at seven?", she asked.
I nodded.
"I'll see you later baby girl", I said softly.
"Why do you keep calling me that?", she asked.
"You don't like it? I can call you something else. How about babe or doll", I said with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes. I bit my lip.
"Baby girl it is then", I said.
"I bet all the girls like that one right", she said, rolling her eyes.
"That's your nickname, only yours", I said.
It was true, I've never called anyone else that. She gave me smile.
"There's that smile", I said.
"Shut up", she said, pushing me lightly.
I chuckled, pulling her into me. I looked down at her, my body reacting to this, my heart pounding. I swallowed hard. She cleared her throat and I released her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Um, I'll see you", I said, walking backwards.
She nodded, entering her house. On my way back to mine, I stuffed my hands into my pockets, smile on my face.
Christina-
Sitting in the doctor's office was normal for me. I sighed as we waited. My parents nervous and shaking. I thought that by now they would be use to it. I squeezed my mom's hand, she turned to me and smiled.
"Everything is going to be fine sweetheart", my mom said.
"Even if it's not mom, I don't want you to worry", I said.
I could see tears ready to fall from her eyes. I looked away when the doctor came in.
"Hello Chris", he said with a smile.
"Hello", I said.
He sat down and sighed.
"I know this is something neither of you want to hear", he said.
"No, you said she was fine, that", I squeezed her hand again.
I waited for him to continue.
"I know, but sometimes there is a relapse. The treatment did help you the last time, it might help again", he said.
"How are you sure she won't relapse again after this?", my mom asked.
"I won't lie, it could happen again or she could be cured for good", he said.
"The chances of me not making it?", I asked softly.
My mom gasped.
"Don't ask that", she said angry.
"I'm being realistic", I said.
She started crying again.
"What about school? My friends?", I asked.
He sighed.
"Its back to homeschool, I know its your senior year and I'm sorry", my mom said.
"I spent a year, almost two in a hospital room or in my room. I'm not going to do that again", I said, tears falling.
"Christina", my dad said softly.
"The sooner we start treatment the better chance you have again", my doctor said.
I sighed and wiped my tears.
"What if I don't do the treatment?", I asked.
He looked at my parents. I looked at all of them. I bit my lip and shook my head. Apparently I had no choice.
"Let me know what you want to do, like I said the sooner the better", he said.
"There's no thinking about it, we are doing it", my mom said.
"Mom", I sighed.
"You have no say Chris", she said.
I leaned back in my seat.
Joe-
I showered in the locker room. Putting on my basketball shorts and a white T-shirt. As soon as I got home, I went straight to Christina's house. Knocking on her front door. Her little sister answered. I smiled at her.
"Cora, right?", I said.
She smiled and nodded.
"Chris isn't here yet but you can wait", she said, letting me in.
"Thanks", I said.
"Come on, you hungry?", she asked.
"Sure", I said.
I followed her to the kitchen.
"I hope you like spaghetti", she said.
"Love it", I said smiling.
I sat down at the kitchen table. She put a bowl in front of me and set hers down too. The front door slammed shut. We heard yelling.
"I'm not gonna do it, I hate it", I heard Chris yell.
"I am not going to sit back and", her mom stopped.
They walked into the kitchen, still not seeing us. Chris turned back to her mom.
"Say it mom, die, either way I'm dying. I am not scared of dying", Chris yelled.
Her sister stood. Her chair scratching against the floor, making them turn to us. Chris's eyes were on me. Her mom wiped her eyes and walked out. Her little sister started crying. Chris went to her and hugged her.
"Its ok, I promise we will talk later. Ok", she said to her sister.
"You're gonna tell me the truth?", she asked her.
Chris nodded.
"Ok", Cora said, wiping her face.
She picked her bowl up and walked out of the kitchen. Leaving us alone.