I was half awake, but not ready to open my eyes yet. My legs were crunched up to my stomach and my head was pounding. I could feel a scratchy material underneath me when I moved my hands to pull up the soft blanket wrapped around me. I slowly opened my heavy eyes and I looked around, I was in my truck with a blanket that wasn't mine draped over me and tucked around my feet.

I tried to remember what happened last night but only images and fragments came up. I took a minute and ran my hands over my face, trying to forget what happened at the hospital yesterday.

I looked up at the dashboard and noticed my keys and a note lying underneath.

I didn't recognize the perfectly written handwriting, but I continued to read anyway.

"Good Morning, I know you're probably confused but

I saw you in the bar last night, you were pretty drunk.

You tried to drive but you passed out, I put you in your truck to sleep it off.

Keep the blanket it's yours."

Edward

I remembered now, I tried to drive when I was that drunk? Charlie would be so impressed, I rolled my eyes at myself. I put my keys in the ignition far enough to start the heat, I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders to keep myself warm.

My phone was buzzing like crazy, 16 missed calls and 23 text messages. Great, now I have to face the wrath of Alice and Rosalie.

My mind wondered back to everything that happened yesterday, the horrible news to the attractive stranger. Why would someone go out of their way to help someone they didn't even know?

I started the truck, and it sputtered for a bit until it roared to life. I backed out of the small bar and drove towards the apartment building. I went over scenarios in my head, everyone's faces as I tell them I won't be here much longer. See their pity and grim faces every time they look at me. I couldn't handle that for the 12 months I have left or being stuck in a hospital being tested on and poked with needles. I know I would be stuck in hospitals if I even mentioned to anyone that I had cancer. I know they care about me but I don't want my precious time left wasted only to be disappointing and let down each time the doctors say the can't do anything

I took my key and opened the apartment door as quietly as possible, hoping they were both asleep and I could just sneak in. I felt like a teenager sneaking into your parents house late at night trying not to get caught.

"Where the hell were you?" Rosalie's loud voice bellowed through the small apartment, her and Alice sitting at the kitchen table both looking exhausted like they haven't slept all night.

"You couldn't have called? Texted? Anything?!" Alice screamed standing up now, hands on hips with her disapproving look on her face.

"I got drunk and passed out in my tuck." I said quickly hoping they wouldn't hear and let it go, but I knew it was far from over.

"YOU WHAT?" Alice screamed again, this time her face going beet red and her hands flying everywhere. Rosalie snickered in the back ground enjoying my misery. Although I was terrified of Alice at this moment and I knew I would be in deep shit for making her worry, they both already made me forget what had been on my mind since yesterday afternoon.

"Do you know what could have happened to you?" She said, with worried eyes. She sighed and plopped down on the couch, relief washing over her.

"I'm sorry Alice, I didn't mean to worry you?" I said and gave her a hug, she returned it with enthusiasm.

"I haven't had to worry about you since we were college roommates!" She laughed, making me remember all the late night and partying we did together.

"I'll explain everything later, I got to shower and get some Advil in me!" I said the pounding in my head taking over again.

I walked towards the shower and stripped, hopping into the warm water made my tense muscle relax instantly. My mind wandered back to the good old college days. Freshman year at Washington State University Alice, Rosalie and I were all Roommates. I was studying English Literature, Alice was Studying business so she could run her own party planning company and Rosalie was studying engineering. We all became close friends, and have been inseparable ever since.

The shower started to run cold so I hopped out and wrapped a fluffy white towel around me and headed to my bedroom to grab some sweats and a tank.

As soon as I re-entered the kitchen to grab some Advil and coffee Rosalie and Alice were passed out on the couch, sound asleep.

They looked so peaceful like nothing could hurt them, I can't tell them. You can't tell you best friends that your going to die.

I can't tell anyone, not Alice or Rosalie. Not even Charlie and Renee.

I'm going to use what time I have left and make it count.

For now I am going to curl up in my bed and get some sleep, maybe a good sleep will make things look better than they are now. Anything would look better than it is now.