**so workstudy started today and it's not fun. I'll try to update as much as I can between today and July 23rd, but chances are it may be awhile. As soon as July 23rd is over, I'll be back to regular updating (hopefully). For now, here's what I have. It jumps pretty far forward (don't hurt me cuz of it. I had writer's block for awhile thinking about what I wanted to happen) and it's a little long, but it's good**

Diana looked in the mirror sadly. The face she had once known to be gorgeous was now hideous. It was about 6 months since her diagnosis. A lot of her hair was gone as a result of all the chemo, she had lost a ton of weight as well (at first, she liked it, but now she wished that it would stop) and she could no longer smile at herself.

"Diana," Dan said. "You're overreacting. Sure, this chemo stuff is taking away your hair, but it's not taking away your inner beauty, is it?"

"Dan," Diana sighed.

"What? Hey, you know, think of it this way: the more hair you lose, the more effective you know the chemo is, the quicker you'll get better."

Diana began to cry. "That doesn't help at all! Why can't I get better and still have my hair?"

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help cheer you up."

At that moment, Natalie walked in, her hair a lot shorter than it was when she left for school. "Dad, guess what?" she said.

"What?"

"Well, today, there was an opportunity to donate hair to Locks for Love, so I went and donated my hair. Do you like it?"

"I love it. Not just your haircut but the fact that you donated your hair for a cancer patient, just like your mother."

"My what?"

"Jeez-us kriest, Natalie! Are you still mad at her?"

"At who? Well, no time for questions, I'm going over to Henry's to do my homework, that okay?"

"Maybe you should ask your mother."

"Whoever she is, since she tried to hide this detail from me, I don't think she'd care if I continued to live like I didn't know." Natalie walked out the door. "Bye Dad."

"NATALIE KRI-"

"Let her go." Diana said softly. "She's right. She should just live like she doesn't know. You should too. Dan, I'll be fine. It's nice that you're here from me, but you can go on and live your life."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. No matter what happens, I'll be okay."

"Well, alright. I was sort of hoping to go out with Jimmy and Chucky tonight. Are you sure you're going to be okay?"

"Of course."

"Well, okay. I'll be home before too long."

"No, no. Take your time. Have fun."

Dan left Diana and she heard a whisper. "Mom," it said.

"Gabe?"

"Yes. Mom, come live with me. It's wonderful here. I know you want to be with me again. This time, people won't think that you're crazy because you see me. Everyone here will appreciate the fact that you see me. Come live with me, Mom. It'll be great."

"I have to live for my family."

"I'm your family too."

"What about your dad? And your little sister?"

"Hey, Nat doesn't care, and Dad will get over it. Come on, Mom."

"But… but, Gabe…"

(Henry's house)

"I don't know what to say," Henry said. "Your haircut is amazing, as in amazingly short, but, I don't know. It really brings out your eyes."

"Really?" Natalie smiled.

"Of course, have I ever lied to you?"

"Well, last week, you said we were…"

"Well, that was on April Fool's Day."

"True, but you asked me if you ever lied, and I'm saying yeah."

Henry threw popcorn at Natalie. "I didn't do it."

"Liar!" Natalie and Henry had a popcorn fight, until Natalie stopped suddenly. "Henry…"

"What is it?"

"I feel guilty. I've been so mean to my mom. I should go home and apologize."

"Okay. See ya, Nat."

"See ya, Henry."

(Jimmy's house)

"Danny, dude, why so quiet tonight?" Chucky asked.

Dan scowled. "Well, Charlie, I'm worried about my wife."

"Okay, I get it. You don't like to be called Danny just like I don't like to be called Charlie. So, how is your wife anyway?"

"Pessimistic."

"She'll be okay, though, right? I don't want her to die. I'd miss her terribly."

"Dude, she's my wife."

"I know."

"Lay off him, Chucky," Jimmy said. "Dan, she'll be fine. You even said she said she'd be fine, didn't you? Diana is a strong woman. Think about all those times you 2 have had. Who was stronger, you or her?"

Dan blushed. "I guess she was," he said.

"Dan, you're here to have a good time. Diana will be fine. Stop worrying about her. I promise Chucky will stop thinking about her."

"Okay, I guess."

"But I love her!" Chucky said.

"First come, first served."

(Goodman house)

"Mom!" Natalie called. There was silence. "Mom, okay, I know I've been giving you the silent treatment for a long time now, but I'm sorry. You know I can get so mad sometimes. I guess I was just afraid I was going to lose you and I didn't want to admit to the fact that you might die. Not every cancer patient survives. I'm not trying to scare you, but…" Natalie paused. Right before her, was a red-faced, gasping, possibly dying Diana. "Shit, no! MOM! No, Mom! Don't die!" Natalie ran to call for an ambulance. Her eyes filled with tears. "Mommy."