Part 25

"We should celebrate!" Marcia declares as we walk out on to main street. It is that time of year when spring is struggling through winter. The sky is clear, the sun is bright and the air is bitingly crisp. I cannot believe the news we just got.
"We should wait until I have the 6 week check up" My face feels stretched tight like I haven't smiled this big in forever. I can't stop.
"You're right. I mean, first round remission. No surgery. Nothing to celebrate at all. Totally not noteworthy in any way. It happens everyday." She shrugs as she rummages for her car keys.
"It's not definite. Let's wait until it is."
Marcia scoffs.


When I get home I go up to my room and stare at my violin propped up in the corner against the wall. My skateboard is in the garage. I've barely touched them for 3 months except for pulling out my violin once a week for half hearted practice out of guilt. I get off my bed and grab my violin and my tuner and tinker with it for a little bit. My Dad bought me my first violin when I was eight years old because his favourite Aunt played with an orchestra and she died the year I was born. I know I will never be a great musician but it is always a good feeling to work on a piece until you really get into it and get to know it. I warm up. I am an hour into practicing and have completely gotten into the music when I hear a knock on the door.


"Hey! That sounds beautiful." She says after I ask her to come in.
"Thanks" I turn to her and hold the violin by my side.
"Zach is here."
I am curious as I head down the stairs. I am excited to see him but we have never hung out outside of the centre and he didn't even call first.
"Hey, come in." I call to him from the foot of the stairs when I notice that he has parked his wheelchair in the hallway.
"Your living room is carpeted and my wheels are kind of dirty."
"Come into the dining room."
I move one of the chairs to allow him to settle into the dining room. I offer him something to drink and he declines. I sit down. His hair is wet and his V-neck sweater is soaked through. He looks tense and very nervous. An uncomfortable silence descends.
"What's going on Zach?"
"Nothing, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." He moves to leave.
"Wait. You're clearly upset about something. What's going on?"
"I um.... I was busted with Mike."
"Woah. Were you guys having sex?" I exclaim.
"What? No!" He looks distracted.
"Oh good. What happened?" Clearly I am missing something.
"They called my parents. They were upset. We talked for the first time in months and it was to tell me that they wouldn't pay for the home anymore if I didn't stop. They fired Mike."
"Oh God."
"Yeah."
"They also completely trashed the idea of me mainstreaming. It's like they only talk to me to let me know how much I have disappointed them."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing. What could I say?" His voice raises defensively.
I don't suggest that he could have stood up for himself. Having heard a little bit about his family I doubt they are open to input from Zach on his life.
"I just needed to get away. I should have called." He apologizes.
"Nothing to be sorry about. Was it raining?"
"Yeah I got wet coming from the bus stop."
"You could have called for a lift." He doesn't reply but I notice that he is shivering slightly. I read somewhere that people with spinal chord injuries have difficulty regulating temperature. Sitting in wet clothes cannot be good for him.
"Do you want to dry off? I can put your clothes in the dryer. I'm sure Duds has something you can wear in the meantime."
He nods, still staring at the table.
I go into Marcia's bedroom and grab some of Dudder's workout clothes and a hoody and a towel from the linen closet. Marcia comes out of their bathroom in a robe.
"What's going on?"
"He's really upset. Do you think he could stay over? I'm getting him some clean clothes."
"Of course." She agrees easily and I am so grateful she doesn't pry.
I show Zach the guest room and start to help Marcia with dinner. Zach reemerges looking dryer and with some colour in his cheeks. I approach him and hold out my hands for the bundle of wet clothes in his lap. He hands them to me.
"Is there anything you need for tonight? Is the guest bedroom okay?" Marcia asks him turning from her task chopping onions to face him and wiping her hands on her apron.
He shoots me a puzzled look.
"I told her you would need to spend the night. That's it." I reassure him.
"But maybe you should tell me what is going on?" Marcia suggests sitting down at the breakfast nook.
I continue making dinner while Zach spills his guts to Marcia. I get filled in on a few more details since he is warmed up. When I hear a sob I turn to give him a hug which he returns with one arm burying his head into my neck. Marcia is patting his other hand comfortingly and this is how Dudders finds us.
"What is going on?" He is holding his raincoat.
Marcia fills him in on the details.
"Stay here." He suggests easily when he has heard the whole story. Like he is suggesting we have some wine with dinner. He puts the kettle on.
"I couldn't." Zach laughs it off.
"Why not? We have the guest bedroom. An extra mouth to feed won't bankrupt us. You are Aisha's friend. Look, I don't know your parents but they cannot try to dictate choices about who you love or how you go to school by threatening to take away food and shelter. That's ridiculous. Sounds like you're as good as disowned anyway, mate. Live here- go to Aisha's sub par high school, continue to date that guy or don't, work hard and go to University. Make a life. Your parents can be a part of it on your terms if they choose to but it will be your life." Dudders finishes making his cup of tea and takes a sip.
Marcia and I are staring at him with our mouths open. I've never seen him act so compassionately. I turn to Marcia who seems kind of..... turned on.
"Why don't we give them some time to talk about it?" I nod to Zach to follow me into the living room. He stops before he hits the rug.
"Oh" I realize pushing the ottoman aside and pulling out the rug "there."
"Thanks" He wheels next to the couch and transfers on to it. It is the first time I have seen him out of his chair. I try not to stare.
"Do you think you would want to?"
"What?" He asks dazed.
"Live here?" I prompt.
"I don't know." He answers wearily.
I understand that it has been a long day for him. I grab the remote and join him on the couch. We find a marathon of Firefly and settle in to watch.


After dinner and two more episodes of Firefly Zach excuses himself and heads to bed. I go into the kitchen to empty the dishwasher. Marcia and Dudders enter while I am putting away a dish.
"Thanks for letting Zach stay." I tell Marcia and I mean it. This morning's news means that I genuinely enjoyed dinner.
"You're welcome. We need to talk."
"Don't be mad at Dudders. That was really sweet of him to offer." I defend him.
"I'm not mad" She answers calmly "I genuinely want to talk about it. How do you feel about it?"
"When Dudders suggested it I was ashamed I hadn't. We can do this." I explain.
"I agree except that I don't think we should be encouraging him to cut off his parents so this is an option but he can also choose to keep the peace." Marcia says.
Dudders and I both nod.
"Sounds fair. Are you guys sure?" I ask.
"Our lives here are strange what's another room-mate?" Marcia laughs.


On Sunday we are having our weekly 'so disappointed we didn't make it to church' session where we sit around the kitchen table eating pancakes and flagellating each other for being heathens when Zach joins us.
"My Dad got on a plane last night so I'm going to head back to talk to him. He just landed. He wants to meet at the home." He announces glumly.
"Give me two minutes and I'll give you a lift" I offer unsure of what to say.
"Thanks."
Marcia offers him some breakfast and I head upstairs to get ready.
We sit silently in the car.
"So I got some good news" I start.
"Yeah?" I have never seen Zach looks so tense. He doesn't look like he got any sleep either.
"The treatment worked. I have to get another check up in like 2 months but I'm ostensibly cancer free."
"That's great!" He sounds genuinely happy.
I smile but keep my attention on the road.
"I get to see what you look like with hair."
"Even more stunningly beautiful if you can imagine that."
We laugh.
"What are you going to say to your Dad?" I ask.
"That's what I'm trying to decide. I could cave or I could stand my ground. Both seem kind of impossible."
"You have us. No matter what. You have somewhere to go."
"Thanks."
There isn't much to say after that. I don't know why but I decide to walk in with him; he doesn't ask me not to. There is an angry man standing at the reception wearing a suit. Zach introduces us to be polite but it is clear that no one has the energy to keep up pleasantries. I wave at Zach before turning my back on them. His Dad starts yelling before the door is even closed and suddenly I don't feel like I can leave. So instead I sit in the parked car. I listen to an episode of This American Life on my phone. When the episode is over I decide enough time has passed and I can check on them. They aren't in the lobby anymore. I head to Zach's room. You can hear his Dad shouting from the hallway. My parents were never big yellers so I am kind of scared for Zach. His Dad sounds out of control. Once I am close enough to hear what is being said it takes my breath away. I have never heard anyone being abused like that. I can't let anyone talk to my friend like that even if it is his Dad. I am reaching for the door when the door slides open and Zach is sitting there making his way out.
"You can't talk to me like that, Dad. I understand if you don't want to support me anymore but it isn't going to make me any less gay or any less paraplegic. I'm going to stay with my friend and you can talk to me any time you want but you cannot use those words." I step aside and he rolls by calmly into the hallway.
Before I turn to follow I look at his Dad who is now sitting on the bed deflated and defeated staring at his hands. I cannot help but feel sorry for him. I leave our address at the reception and make sure that they know who Zach is staying with and that they can tell his Dad if he asks. When I get outside Zach is waiting by the car looking kind of dazed. I open the car and he transfers inside.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
He throws me an annoyed look.
"Dumb question. So that's your Dad?" I note as I reverse out of the parking spot.
"Yup that's him. Captain of Industry, functioning alcoholic and general jackass."
"He seemed lovely actually."
Zach laughs.
"I mean, slightly, shouty but he seemed nice." I continue.
I can feel Zach's body rocking with laughter in the seat next to me. As we head back into town I remember that I had plans with Jase to have lunch. I was going to tell him the good news and try to nail down plans for his birthday.
"Shit. Do you mind if we head into town instead of straight home? Jase had weekend practice and we were going to have lunch."
"No problem. You could just drop me off I don't want to be a 5th and 6th wheel."
"You deserve some delicious diner food after that display of courage."
"I guess I do." He stares out of the window.

My heart lifts a little when I spot Jase sitting by himself at a booth fiddling with his cane out of boredom. He sits up when he hears me approach. He tilts his head slightly trying to figure out if it is me.
"Hey" He stands to greet me opening up his arms inviting me in for a hug.
"How did you know it was me?" I wasn't close enough for him to smell me or anything. I settle in to the hug loving the way his arms feel around me.
"I heard Zach, actually. Hey man!" He turns his gaze to Zach's general direction and gives an awkward little wave.
"Hey" Zach says back "I don't know how you guys do it but something about the way you hug is very R rated" He jokes as he pulls up near the table and sets the brake on his chair.
Jase blushes but we both laugh. I slide in next to Jase in the booth.
Without prompting Zach fills Jase in on what just happened with his Dad. Jase listens with a thoughtful expression occasionally asking a question to clarify something. This is how I find out that Zach's mum is more understanding and loving toward her son but usually defers to his Dad to make decisions since he is the one with money. I also find out he lived with his grandparents when he was younger but was moved into the care home after his grandmother died. Zach's parents have never been able to take care of him but the money meant that he never moved into a care system. His Dad was driving the car when they got into the accident that broke his back.
"Was he drinking?" Jase asks.
"Yeah. He killed the woman driving the other car but he only got rehab, probation and a suspended license. My grandma hated that he didn't face the consequences of what he did but my grandfather was all about protecting the family name." Zach looks at his lap embarrassed.
"None of that is anything you should be ashamed of" Jase says reaching across the table for Zach's hand.
Zach seems surprised but stretches out his hand and puts it in Jase's.
I feel the urge to look away. I tighten my grip around the salt shaker. There is something about male tenderness that initially registers as obscene or too intimate and private. I force myself to look until it is beautiful. Until I am happy that Jase can reach out to his friends like that. I mean I know that part of it is tactile; it is easier for him to communicate connection that way.
"Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing for you to make your own life." Jase suggests.
"School will be much more fun with you" I join.
Zach gives Jase's hand a little squeeze and pulls away.
"I am thinking about it" Zach says clearing his throat "has Aisha told you the good news?"
"What good news?" Jase turns to me.
"My check up yesterday went really well. We'll know for sure in 8 weeks but it looks good." I answer.
Jase pulls me in for the biggest hug and follows it with a kiss. When we break he lifts his shades to wipe his eyes.
"Sorry. That is the best thing I have heard in a while." He laughs.
"Don't apologize. As long as you aren't crying because you are disappointed." I say hastily wiping away a tear.
We laugh much longer than the joke deserves.

We end up at Jase's house; his parents have been encouraging him to have friends over. Eli and Brett come over and get to meet Zach. Every one is hanging out in that listless way. Brett sets up Jase's brothers video game system. Eli and Zach talk about New York and I learn that Zach is obsessed with New York although he has never been.  We talk about the MoMA which is one of my favourite museums and it is obvious that Zach has spent more time reading, watching documentaries and thinking about art than any of us has. He talks more with his hands when he is excited.
"So what's your favourite piece?" Jase asks leaning forward in a way I now know means he is really interested in the answer. Like he will be able to catch it sooner.
"My parents have a Rothko reproduction hanging in the hallway of their house. When I was younger I used to take all my toys and play in the hallway so I could look up at it."
"Is that what made you want to be an artist?" Jase asks "Aisha told me you draw."
"I guess. I always just loved beautiful things. Which is a total gay cliché but there you go." Zach shrugs.
"If that's a gay cliche then, being sexually attracted to women aside, I'm pretty gay" Eli laughs.
"You are pretty gay" Brett offers from his spot near the television.
"Does someone want to play with me?" Brett asks "This is so boring without another person."
"I'll play" Jase offers.
Brett looks at me with his eyebrow raised but I just shrug.
"Don't look at me. We usually have better things to do than play video games when we hang out." I smile slyly.
All the boys make exaggerated disgusted sounds. Jase smirks.
"They make games that are integrated for visually impaired and sighted people. We can play this racing game my brother says has pretty decent graphics." Jase offers making his way to the television.
My phone vibrates, it's Marcia. I step out of the room to pick it up.
"Hey, are you and Zach on your way back?" She asks sounding vaguely anxious.
"We're hanging out at Jase's house. What's wrong?"
"Zach's dad is here. He is kind of drunk and he won't leave until he sees Zach. Dudders thinks he can talk him into letting him drive him back to his hotel but I thought we should run it by Zach? Tell him we can handle it either way and call me back?"
"Okay" I hang up and head back to the rec room.
"Hey Zach, can I talk to you for a second?" I ask smiling apologetically at Eli who was clearly very interested in whatever they were talking about.
"Your Dad is at home" I start without preamble, once we are in the hallway "Marcia called to ask if you want to see him or if Dudders should just give him a ride back to his hotel."
"He's drunk." It isn't a question but I nod.
"I should be the one to deal with this." Zach sighs and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
"Hey" I put my hand on his knee and I squeeze "Dudders doesn't mind. You don't have to."
"He's my Dad" He sighs "Let's just say goodbye to every one and get back"
"Okay" I send him a small smile.

We can hear the shouting from the driveway. I am not proud of the shiver of fear that passes through me. Zach looks steady and resigned. I can't imagine what moments have lead him to being unfazed by this.
"I'm going to ask you about how you got so cool with this stuff one day." I comment as we get out of the car.
"Feels like home".
I can't see his face while he says it.
Once we enter the house I am almost impressed by his stamina. Dudders and Marcia look wilted by the tension in the house but Zach's Dad is energised by it.
He is on a roll.
I didn't think it was possible for him to gear up for more but when he spots Zach sitting in the corridor he finds the second wind I didn't even think he needed.
"You ungrateful little shit. You've always thought you were better than me. If I am so terrible who has paid for you cushy little fucking life? Who has paid for you to waste your time screwing the help? Or getting screwed by the help, should I say? Is my little boy a catcher? I've always thought you were a bitch. My son the faggy queen. The faggy crippled queen."
Zach recoils and his movement springs us all into action.
I move to stand in between them. Hoping to belatedly take some of the sting out of his words. Trying protect my friend.
Dudders stands up and carefully approaches him.
"You can't speak to him like that. Especially not in our home." Dudders insists grabbing his hand and leading him to the door.
Zach's Dad breaks free of his hold and swings with impressive accuracy for someone so drunk. Dudders stumbles backwards and his hands fly to his face.
"Just get out Dad. Just leave." Zach says gently pushing me out of the way and moving to face his father.
"You can't look at me?" He says sadly "You can barge in here and terrorise these people. Who, by the way, are willing to help me where you and Mum are not. You can yell and drink and you can punch people but you can't look at me. Look at me Dad!" He grabs his Dad's arm and pulls him toward him.
"I am going to live here. I am going to go to school and I am going to go to college and I am going to make a life and hopefully find a guy to share it with. A man to love. Because I love dudes. I am really sorry that this hurts you so much. You need to leave."
His Dad avoids eye contact as he staggers to the door and out on to the front garden. I don't want to but I follow him.
"Mr. Miller" I call out, my voice is hoarse and tentative.
He turns to face me. He looks like the wind has been knocked out of him.
"I'll call a taxi. Don't drive, okay?" I pull out my phone and begin to dial.
"Maybe if I get in the car I'll get it right this time. Maybe I'll die this time" He mutters to himself.
I give the address to the dispatcher.
"It'll be here in 5 minutes. Can I have your keys?" I ask.
He throws his keys in my general direction. I pick them up. He sits on the front lawn. I sit on the front steps. The cab is there in 5 minutes. I hand him his keys, watch as he makes his way into the taxi and go back into the house.
Dudders' nose isn't broken but he will have some very impressive swelling.
"I am so sorry" Zach looks up from his book and apologises for what has to be the millionth time.
We are all hanging out in the living room. Dudders is preparing for a class. Marcia is answering some emails and I am finishing up an English assignment. Dudders puts down the article he is reading and clamps his hand over Zach's mouth.
"Look, you aren't the only person in the world with terrible parents. My Dad is a lush as well. And it doesn't matter what it is, he would have found a reason to disapprove. My parents had a problem with Marcia. And look at her, mate! She's perfect! Don't apologise to me. Seriously it just reminds me of all the apologies I felt I owed the world for my Dad. We only get to say sorry for the stuff that we actually do. Okay?"
"Okay." Zach agrees with a smile.
"Darling, that is the longest speech I have ever heard you make. I think we need to go to bed. Immediately." Marcia encourages, putting her laptop away.

Part 24

"You look serious" Brett says as he approaches me.
I look up from my laptop. Maybe shopping online isn't the most productive use of study hall? Brett is 44 minutes late for the start of study hall and the supervising teacher doesn't even care. I would ask what Brett was doing but I now know that his answers are terrifying.
"What do you get for the guy who doesn't want anything? And also cannot see" I ask pulling my woolly hat off in frustration.
"You don't ask me. I hate shopping. Is is Jase's birthday?" Brett asks pulling out the chair opposite from me.
"It's our anniversary I want to get him something amazing" I explain.
"For six months?"
"Yeah. I get sappy sometimes" I say defensively.
"Okay. Are you going to the party tonight?" He asks.
"Party?" I ask distracted by the braille watch on-screen. Jase does not have a watch.
"Remember the track meet you came to? When Jase won all his events?" Brett asks me sarcastically.
"With the clapping and the cheering and the running?" I clarify.
He nods.
"Jase didn't tell me about a party," I note "Probably because I can't come." I joke.
"Chemo today?" He asks.
I shake my head.
"Just tired. As usual" I explain. Laughing as if I am not exhausted by my constant exhaustion. Even my laugh sounds tired.
"Why do you come to school?"
"If I wasn't here I would be missing out on this magical moment between us" I whisper conspiratorially.
Brett laughs in that easy way of his and immediately drops it.
 Maybe I should get him a clock? Romantic.
The bell rings and I start to pack up my stuff. Brett and I both head out into the corridor to go for our next class. I go to meet Jase at his locker. We are going to do Math homework together.
I wolf whistle when he bends over to pick up his backpack. He looks confused but smiles when I smack his bum.
"Careful, my girlfriend should be here any minute" He laughs.
He picks up his backpack and finds my elbow.
"So about the party tonight? Don't worry about inviting me. I can't come anyway" I am shooting for mock hurt with my tone but the real hurt is pretty obvious. And as soon as I say it I feel naked and vulnerable and stupid.
"I wasn't going to go" His tone doesn't betray that he heard the neediness in my voice.
"Yeah?" It comes out breezy with a strangled edge.
"Parties aren't fun without you" He squeezes my the crook of my elbow "Besides, I do not want to listen to Hannah and Brett making out all night. Do you know what it sounds like?"
"Don't judge. We probably sound like that" I joke. The knot in my chest is gone. We are fine. I can breathe.
"I wouldn't want to listen to us make out either" He says pensively.
After school we  go to my house and do our math homework together. Jase is improving. He had a 'blind kid care and maintenance' debrief with the teacher and she has been much better about explaining what she is writing down on the blackboard.
"You should go to the party" I say after we have been at it for an hour. Ah the romance of calculus.
"Huh?"
"You should go. You are the star of the team. Those guys are becoming your friends. Isn't it like bad juju to miss a team event?"
"Juju?" He laughs.
"You know what I mean"
"You're probably right. Come with me?"
"Unless it is napapalooza it probably isn't my kind of party. Just make an appearance."
It takes a bit more cajoling but he agrees to go. Dudders, Marcia and I have dinner and hang out for a little while hearing about Dudders' classes. It isn't a school night so I settle down with my laptop in bed to watch a movie. I am just trying to decide between the Avengers and Harold and Kumar go to white castle when my phone rings. It's Hannah.
"Hey" I answer.
"Hi. Aisha. I think you should come over here. Jase is being weird" She says trailing off.
"What do you mean weird? Like drunk? Just take him home" I say impatiently.
"We've tried. Just come okay" She hangs up exasperated.
I throw on a pair of jeans. shoes and grab a jacket. Marcia and Dudders are making out on the couch. Actually it has gone slightly past making out she clears her throat when I notice that Dudders' hands are down Marcia's pants.
"Guys. I am going to go out for a bit. You just carry on with what you are doing. I'll be back in a bit" I giggles.
Marcia vaguely mumbles her assent.

It doesn't take me very long to walk down to the party. It is only a couple of streets down from our house. I immediately see what Hannah's definition of 'weird' is. Jase is definitely drunk and just a hair away from making a total ass of himself. A smile hello at the people I recognize trying hard to seem like I had just come to the party to hang out and not to rescue my drunk boyfriend from himself.

"Hey Jase" His ears prick up when he hears my voice, like always. It is beyond cute.
"Aisha!" He says a bit too loud hugging me and nearly knocking me over with the force of his hug and with his beer breath.
"Hey. Are you ready to leave?"
"I don't want to go" He says petulantly.
"Yeah it looks like fun but I'm really tired and I missed you" I lean into him and say it softly. I'm improvising. His hand grabs my ass.
"Okay"
Hannah waves at me miming that she will call me later. Jase and I head outside. The cool evening seems to sober him up a little bit.
"They said I had to do shots to be a part of the team. It was like an initiation" Jase says or it is what I think Jase says. It is pretty garbled.
"Well, you did it." I note.
"I am very drunk" He says sadly.
"I don't want any girl that isn't you" He declares.
"Cool. I don't want any boy that isn't you" I say casually. I pick up his sunglasses and pocket them.
"My mum is going to be so angry when I get home"
"You can sleep at mine. We'll say you slept over at Bright's. You can send her a text now."
Jase reaches into his pocket for his phone and drops it.
"I'll get it" I say as he bends down to find it "I'll send the text."
A drunk Jase is a very blind and very clumsy Jase. He left his cane somewhere so I have to lead him extra carefully still I wince when he hits his shin against a mailbox really hard. That is most definitely going to bruise. He doesn't seem to notice. He slows down a bit and I am just about to ask why when he just leans over and throws up. It gushes out of him like a waterfall. Some of it gets on his shoes. He doesn't seem to notice; in fact he seems relieved as he straightens out and wipes his mouth on his sleeve. He then steps in his own vomit. I am fighting back the nausea now.
We get back to my house without further incident. I manage to sneak him in and put him to bed. I put him in my room. I tell myself that it is because I do not want him to drown in his own vomit, although I don't exactly relish the thought of him throwing up on me or in my bed. I just don't want him to wake up somewhere unfamiliar I call his brother and get him to back up our story. I watch Jase sleep for a bit but I limit myself to like 2 minutes so I can pretend I am not a total creeper. I watch him snoring lightly and realize that the look of concentration he wears all day long is gone. He looks totally relaxed. I think about the enormity of loving something and what a miracle it is that we can carry it lightly; that it doesn't knock us out what a big job it is to be loving toward someone. I don't mean the feeling but the patience, the kindness, the goodness, the gentleness, the humility it takes to love someone. Are we ready for that? Could I commit to a lifetime of that if it was with Jase?
I stop myself because it is ridiculous. We are sixteen. I should be grateful my jock boyfriend did not throw up on me. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

It feels like five minutes later when I am woken up by the sound of Jase falling out of bed and cursing.
"Are you okay?" I scramble to the edge of the bed and try not to giggle when I see him collapsed in a heap on the floor. He looks like a hot mess.
"Aisha?" He asks.
"Hi" I say calmly.
"Where am I?"
"My room. Need a hand?"
"Um. Yes."
I go over and help him up and put his hand on the bed so he can locate it. He sits down after a while.
"Do you want some coffee, some water?" I offer.
"Where are my pants?" He asks sheepishly.
I hand him his pants. He slowly puts them on and then sits on the bed.
"So the last thing I remember is doing shots as an initiation?"
"Yeah. Hannah and Bright called and I brought you home."
"I'm so sorry. You didn't have to come."
I shrug.
"I smell vomit?" He asks.
"You threw up on the street. Some of it got on your shoes."
He responds by groaning and crawling back into bed and falling asleep again. I head out and take a shower as I have chemo today. I head downstairs to eat some breakfast even if I do not want to. I make some oatmeals. I always feel a little robotic before chemo appointments but I am looking forward to hanging out with Zack. I am reading at the kitchen counter when Marcia and Dudders come in for breakfast.

"Eggs?" Marcia offers.
"Oh God. No thank you" I reply determinedly.
"Yes please" Dudders mocks my intonation with a teasing smile. I roll my eyes at him.
"What time do you start today?" Dudders asks.
"9am" I reply.
"And what time will Jase be leaving?" Marcia asks innocently.
"He's still asleep" I reply keeping my eyes fixed on my oatmeal.
"Do we need to have a talk about the birds and the bees and chemotherapy babies?" Martha asks.
Dudders spits out his coffee laughing.
"No need, thank you"
"Sure?"
"Mum already took care of this so we are fine on the education front."
"Well sweetie, when a man loves a woman very much he puts his penis inside her vagina.." Dudders begins.
"Oh my God!" I scream covering my face with my hands.
Marcia is laughing.
I hear a sound from my bedroom and excuse myself to see if Jase has woken up. He has. He is cautiously making his way to my door. I've seen him do this without a cane before but I guess his hangover makes everything slightly harder. I approach him and tap his arm to let him know I am ready to lead. He grabs my elbow.
"Thanks" He says.
"No worries"
"Want some breakfast?" I offer.
"That'd be great" He says quietly.
A few minutes later Jase has had a cup of coffee and is slightly revived. He offers to come with me to chemo. Half an hour later I am all hooked up and Jase and I are talking about our homework when Zach wheels up.
"This must be the famous Jase. Nice to finally put a face to the name" He grins.
"And you must be Zach. Nice to finally put a voice to the name." He grins at his bad joke.
Zach laughs.

You know when two people who you really like spending time with meet each other and you have this pang of anxiety because there is the chance that they will not get along? To be honest I do not know if Zach and Jase will ever be best friends. I can feel Jase stiffen up a little when it is clear that Zach did not just stop by to say hi. I think it is so weird that I am attuned to his little giveaways. After a beat of awkward silence Zach clears his throat to speak.
"So there is progress with Mike." He starts.
"Who's Mike?" I ask.
"The cute orderly. With the face?" Zach prompts impatiently.
"Oh. Face guy! You talked to him?"
"I did." Zach says smugly.
"And?"
"And. He's working here to make money for college. He is going to be pre-med. He lives just outside Everwood. I just can't get an accurate read on him; I wasn't sure if we were flirting or he was being friendly."
"Would a friend be the worst thing?" I ask.
"I guess I could call him and plan to hang out.." Zach muses.
"You have his number?" Jase asks.
"Yeah" Zach answers.
"Did he give it to you or did you ask him for it or did he ask for yours?" Jase clarifies.
"He gave me his. To hang out. Why?" Zach asks.
"I'm not an expert but that is pretty flirty to just leave your number with someone." Jase explains.
"You think so?" Zach leans forward in his chair chewing on his thumb nervously.
"Yeah, I think you are in the go-zone?" Jase laughs.
"The go-zone?" I laugh.
"The bone zone?" He offers.
"Please stop." Zach and I groan together.
"I mean, there are other issues to consider." Zach muses.
"Like?" I ask.
"Like the um. My differently abled-ness." He laughs and tries to pass it off as a joke but it is clearly something he has given a lot of thought.
"Well if he is cool with it you should just let him be cool with it and if he isn't you'll find out. Either way there's not much use in worrying about it." Jase says. His voice bears no trace of pity but his words sound kind of harsh to me.
Zach is nodding appreciatively so I decide to drop it.
"What's it like at school?" Zach asks Jase.
"It's not perfect but the administration is genuinely trying at the mainstreaming thing so they're willing to listen. Regular high school is much better than I expected" He throws a smile in my direction and I reach out and take his hand.
"Where did you go before?" Zach continues. He angles his chair toward Jase clearly very interested in continuing the conversation.
"I went to a school for the blind. There isn't one nearby so when we moved I was kind of mainstreamed by default."
"Would you have gone to a school for the blind if there had been one?" I ask realizing I had never considered the possibility that Jase would go to another school.
"Probably. I was happy at my old school and it was a lot easier. I never felt like the 'blind guy' before. It has taken a little getting used to." He answers thoughtfully.
"I got the information about transferring but I don't know. Obviously it is different that for you Jase but I've never been to any high school, regular or otherwise."
"Well it's obviously up to you but I don't see any reason why you should be cooped up here with old people and a tutor" Jase shrugs.
"My wheelchair?" Zach suggests.
"You're in a wheelchair?!" Jase exclaims.
Zach bursts out laughing. He has this adorable laugh that starts out hesitant, like he is surprised to be laughing but then hey!, he is and it feels good. I can't help but join in.
"I mean it, I didn't notice!" Jase pushes the joke.
"You know what I mean.." Zach presses.
"It's hard being different. It can be a pain in the ass having to always prove that being blind isn't a big deal."
"Yeah but the school is totally accessible and you will have friends. Me, Jase and we'll introduce you to our other friends." I add trying to soften Jase's harsh words.
"Anyway, I'm thinking about it."
After Marcia comes to pick us up and we are driving back I confront Jase.
"Why were you such a Debbie downer with Zach? I think normal school would be good for him."
"I do too. He thinks it would be good for him too. He wasn't asking me to hear more reasons why it would be good."
"What do you mean?"
"He was asking me because he wanted me to tell him the truth. That it will be hard."
"You don't know that." I insist.
"Gay and in a wheelchair? I do know that." He says. His voice is hard.
"You're fine. You're better than fine. You're on the track team you are one of the most popular guys at school."
"Yeah and that wasn't easy to do."
"Yeah but being a teenager is hard. Life is hard."
"Yeah and being a teenager who is different is harder."
"I don't know what we are arguing about."
"I'm telling you that it is hard for me to be blind around sighted people."
"I know it is. I shouldn't be arguing with that. I'm sorry."
Jase accepts my apology easily but I am irked by the thought that Jase could give Zach answers that I couldn't. That he has an experience of the world that I will always be outside of. That, worse than that, if sighted people are the enemy and the sighted world is the difficulty, then I am part of the problem.

I think of you, first,
I look for your face
Whenever anything good happens
I think of you, first,
And all the loves who come after,
Will come after,
I think of you, first.

Part 23

I pull up the sleeves on Jase's letterman jacket as I approach my locker. The thing is huge on me but the dumb grin he wore on his face as he pulled it on me this morning is going to be worth shoving the sleeves up all day at school. Only steady girlfriends get to wear the jackets on the day of a pep rally. I smile at Hannah who is waiting at my locker. Jase's jacket is a little big for me but poor Hannah is absolutely drowning in Brett's jacket. I try, and fail, to stifle my mirth.
"I know. I look ridiculous" She sighs.
"We both look ridiculous"
"No. I look ridiculous. You are almost puling it off. How do you look so good all the time?"
"A natural gift" I say sardonically swinging my imaginary hair.
Hannah laughs "Before you get a big head I said you almost pulled it off"
"Ready to go cheer on her boys?" Her voice is falsely cheery.
"So you don't like Mackenzie?" I ask throwing some stuff into my locker. Hannah pursed her lips so tight when she first met Brett's spirit aide they disappeared.
"No. I do not like Mackenzie at all and she is flirting with Brett and Brett thinks I am being unreasonable but she is a cheerleader, Aisha. And we all know what that means?"
"We really don't" Aisha jokes but swallows hard to fight a dizzy spell and rising nausea.
"It means she is hell bent on stealing my man is what it means" Hannah says seriously as we walk to the quad where the pep rally is going to be held.
"Yeah well what can we do? Without seeming like jealous bitches completely devoid of school spirit?" I ask.
She sighs.
"Who is a jealous bitch completely devoid of school spirit?" Eli asks as he rounds a corner to join his friends. He notes how tired Aisha looks and quietly takes her tote off her shoulder. She throws him a grateful smile.
"We are just plotting how to get rid of the spirit aides" Hannah says.
"Easy. Send them my way. I will happily take them off your hands" He rubs his hands gleefully.
Hannah smacks him.
They arrive in the quad and everything was decorated festively. The marching band was standing ready to begin and almost the entire student population was chatting in the quad waiting for it to start.
"Oh hey Aisha!" Taylor yelled as she bounded over "How are you today? Did you see the Vampire diaries last night?" She asks cheerfully.
I told her I am going to watch it tonight. We schedule a time to chat about it and I introduce her to Hannah who turns to me with a raised eyebrow when Taylor bounds away to join the other cheerleaders.
"What was that about?" She asks almost accusingly.
"I figure if we are friends she might not be inclined to..."
"Seduce Jase?"
I nod shamefaced.
"I like it when you are as petty and jealous as I am" She laughs.
"I can't help it. Her hair is just so shiny".
Our conversation is interrupted by the Coach standing at the podium. He says some stuff about how amazing our team is and everybody cheers. I watch Jase standing up there laughing at something Brett just whispered in his ear. Brett catches my eye and waves at me and Hannah. We wave back. He whispers something to Jase and he waves at us. Kind of.
I am feeling terrible as I stand there but I swallow again and focus on Jase. The next fifteen minutes drags on for an eternity and I need to sit down.
"Are you okay?" Hannah asks as I try to discreetly move out of the crowd and sit on something.
No, I have cancer I cannot help but think. Instead of saying that I smile and mime that I am finding somewhere to sit.
And I find somewhere to sit. And I focus on my breathing and not passing out or throwing up until it is over.
Brett brings Jase over and then runs off with Hannah.
"Are you okay?" Jase's face crumples with concern.
"No. I don't think I can drive. I'm sorry"
He squeezes my hand "Don't worry about it. I'll call my Mum"
And he does but Eli comes over and offers to drive us home. They drop me off and everything hurts and I am exhausted and tired of being sick. And then I fall asleep.
I don't get up the next day. No one bothers me. I stay in bed and watch old episodes of the OC on my laptop in between naps. I think about my parents.
I get up the next day but I don't go to school. I wander from room to room in the house. I take two showers. I paint my toenails. Marcia comes to pick me up for chemo and I get in the car wordlessly. She says things to me and I make all the right noises in response. I can't really hear her.
"Hey" Zach approaches me as we walk into the facility.
"Hey" I say as I walk into the room where I am usually set up. I sit down, remove the feeder tube for my catheter and lean back prepared to take a nap.
"You look tired" Zach notes as he enters the room.
"Cancer will do that to you" I answer wearily.
"You had cancer last week and you were fine. You've just hit a wall"
"What do you know about it?"
"I've been here a while, watched a lot of patients come and go. It's just a rough patch"
"Oh okay then" I say with mock relief.
"Lets go sit in the garden..It'll make you feel better"
I still feel awful but the garden is beautiful and as annoying as he is; Zach is absolutely right. It's a rough patch and I need to actively try to make it a little better.
I follow him using the pole to support myself. We get to the garden and sit in silence for a little bit.
"Still bummed out?" He asks.
"Yeah. I mean, the garden is nice but not that nice"
"I know some knock-knock jokes?" He suggests.
I scoff.
"Knock knock" He begins.
"Who's there?" I acquiesce pulling my robe around me.
"Cash"
"Cash who?"
"No thanks, but I would like a peanut." He finishes smirking in my direction.
I chuckle.
"Knock knock" He begins again
"Who's there?"
"Thermos"
"Thermos who?"
"Thermos be a better knock knock joke than this"
Another chuckle.
"Knock knock"
"Who's there?"
"Howl"
"Howl who?"
"Howl you know unless you open the door?"
"Moron" I say but I am laughing.
He smiles with satisfaction and I realize that he has done it. I am cheered up.
"Why are you here anyway?" I ask him.
"What do you mean?" He asks shifting uncomfortably and pretending to be obtuse.
"Are you dying? Coalescing? Re-habing? What?" I ask bluntly.
"That was blunt"
"Stop evading"
"Fine. It's complicated but basically my parents don't want me. Which makes me not want them so its just simpler this way"
"Simpler is living in an institution full of sick dying people? With no one your own age? And not going to school? Has your family never heard of boarding school?"
He laughs.
"Actually that was the idea I was waiting here before heading off and this just became semi-permanent. I like it here."
"Really?"
"I came out and they are not speaking to me so I kinda feel like I am lucky to have anywhere to live. They pay for this place. They pay for this place and my tutor.." He trails off.
"They're not de-gayifying you here. Are they?" I ask horrified.
"No. Just babysitting" He laughs.
"You should come to school. To our school" I suggest.
"It's kinda far" He reasons.
"You could take the bus."
"This afternoon was supposed to be about you" He laughs.
"Okay. We can talk about me"
"How is school?"
"Fine. Jase has some girl with freaking perfect hair following him around now. Its whatever"
"Isn't he blind? What does he care about her hair?" He sounds legitimately confused.
"He doesn't. It's just this constant reminder that he has enough on his plate. He doesn't need me. He needs simple; like Taylor."
"I think he decides what he needs."
"Which would be fine if I wasn't so invested in something outside of my control."
"Yeah" He agrees.
"Are you in a relationship?" I ask.
"We are talking about you."
"Okay. We've been together 2 months."
"Is that something people celebrate?"
"It's my longest relationship."
"Then you should celebrate." He says simply.
The conversation meanders from there. We talk about music, boys and I tell him more about my school. We watch the birds on the bird feeder and the time passes quickly. A nurse's aide comes to get me and I am unplugged and I chat with Dudders on the way home. And I am still sick but I think that I am going to be okay.

Part 22

I am startled out of a daydream by a deep voice. I quickly pull out my headphones and turn to face the speaker.

"Excuse me?"

"Having cancer does not give you the right to steal my book?" He repeats gesturing to the book in my lap.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I thought it was a communal book.." I start to hand it back.

"No it's cool. Do you like it so far?" Since he is trying to engage in conversation I focus on the guy talking to me. His green eyes dance mischievously and his tone is teasing.

"To be honest I forgot my book at home and I just kind of wanted Trish to leave me alone for a bit"

"Am I bothering you?" He asks in a straightforward tone that I admire.

"No" I decide after considering it for a moment "I'm Aisha" I introduce myself.

"I'm Zach". He moves forward slightly to shake my hand. It is only then that I notice the wheelchair.

"I've actually heard a lot about you from the nurses. They think we should be friends." He smiles.

"Really? Let me guess, because we are the two youngest people here?"

"I think they are hoping you will rub off on me. You are such a model patient. Always on time, unfailingly polite and you bribe them"

"You have heard a lot" I observe.

"I'm here every week and we rarely get teenagers," He notes leaning back in his chair.

"Lucky me" I laugh hollowly.

"Are you nearly done?" He asks.

I check my watch before answering "Another hour or so".

"That IV pole is portable. Do you want to see something cool?"

"It isn't your balls is it?"

"I could whip those out right here. Also, I'm very fond of them but I wouldn't describe them, you know, objectively as cool" He laughs already pulling away from the recliner I am sitting in.

I ask myself 'why not?' fully prepared to come up with a list. Nothing comes to mind. I get up and follow Zach.

We make our way in silence. He knows how to avoid the nurses and staff. He leads me down a corridor that has rooms.

"I didn't know there was in-patient?" I ask.

"There isn't. It's a convalescent home/ hospice/ long term care centre" He explains.

"Where are we going?"

"My room"

He abruptly turns a corner and we are there. I peek my head in cautiously. His room is too well designed to be a serial murderers den. The minimalist furniture and bright manga style prints covering the wall would not have been out of place in any city teenager's bedroom. The only give away is the hospital bed (covered in a bright red duvet). I move to the sliding doors that open out on to a beautiful garden.

"Oh wow. This is so pretty." I exclaim.

"I'll be sure to tell John. He's the gardener. This is what I wanted to show you" He beckons me from his spot near the computer "You can sit over there" He gestures to a second wheelchair. I sit down and turn to him expectantly.

He turns on his computer selects a file and presses play. The room is filled with the mournful opening strains of a Death Cab for Cutie song. The animation begins with a mouse running through a maze. He struggles to find his way through it but when he gets to the other side he seems even more lost. He turns around and re-enters the maze.

"Did you do that?" I ask awed.

"Yeah. What did you think?"

"You are so talented. Not very optimistic though"

He blushes

"Good thing I am not in a very shiny happy space either" I laugh.

"Then I'll take it as a compliment"

"Do you have any others?"

We are interrupted by the sound of my name being shouted down the corridor.

"I'd better go," I sigh as I reach for his pad and write down my email address.

"What's this for?" He asks when I hand him the pad.

"So you can email me the rest of your videos or find me on facebook or something," I explain.

He smiles "How about we just hang out the next time you're here? As you can tell, I spend a lot of time here" He gestures to his room.

I wave at him and he waves back.

Trish is waiting for me at the end of the corridor.

"I see you met Zach" She smiles "He's been asking about you since you started"

"He seems cool"

"He is a such a sweet boy"

She unplugs me and checks my mouth for sores before escorting me to the taxi that is waiting for me. Marcia and Dudders had to work and it wasn't enough notice to ask one of our neighbours.

When I get home I am surprised to find the door open. I am even more surprised to find Jase's Mum in the kitchen doing the dishes.

"Hi Tina" I greet her as I walk in "What are you doing here?"

"Oh Hi sweetie!" She rinses her hands and turns to give me a big hug "Let's get you set up on the couch"

Before I can get another word out she has ushered me over to the couch and set me up with my medicine, a glass of water and a blanket.

"I met Marcia on her way to work. So silly of you guys not to ask one of us to come get you. Anyway, I told her I would come check up on you" She explains when she sees my puzzled expression.

"Thanks" I say leaning back on the cushions and closing my eyes "I'm sorry I won't be great company"

She smiles and heads back to the kitchen. I wake up to the smell of chicken grilling. At any other time this smell would be delicious and enticing. Instead it sends me hobbling unsteadily to the bathroom.

"Sweetie are you okay?" Tina yells through the door which, thankfully, I had the presence of mind to lock.

"I'm fine. I'm just going to hang out in here for a bit and make sure it's all gone" I assure her.

"Marcia called while you were napping. She wanted to go for dinner with Tom but she said to call her if you got sick.." Tina trails off.

"No. Don't call her. Her and Tom need a night out without me ruining everything. I'll be fine"
"Okay" She sounds dubious "Jase wanted to know if he could come over for a bit and say hi"

"Of course he can. In like half an hour though.."

She agrees. In ten minutes I head to my room where it doesn't smell of food. I put on my seasickness bands and pop in the downton abbey DVD my Dudders brought over with him.

Tina pops her head in and asks if I want anything. When she brings me back my ginger ale she gets engrossed in the show and pulls up a chair. We are both speculating about the first episode before moving on to the second one when the doorbell rings.

When Tina comes back she has Jase with her. He doesn't seem too keen on being supervised by his Mother so she leaves us alone. I direct him to the bed and he leans over and kisses me before kicking off his shoes and joining me.

"You are getting way too skinny" He observes when he puts his arms around me.

"I know. I am going to pig out when chemo is over and gain it all back"

"I can't wait"

"Are you sure? I am going to go hard. It's going to be disgusting"

"I promise I won't look"

"So how was school today?" I ask.

"Pretty lame. There was this thing that they served for dinner that tasted like beef fish but they made the announcement about the wrestling meet so I was a bit of a hero for a while there"

"Any girls I need to deal with when I get back?"

He laughs.

"How was chemo?"

"Pretty lame, but I met a guy Zach who lives there. He's pretty cool and he is our age so at least I have company"
"Do I need to deal with him?" He asks.
"My boyfriend's a hot shot wrestler now and he is going to let me wear his letterman jacket into school tomorrow so everyone knows we are going steady. And on Saturday I'm going to watch him writhe around on the floor panting and sweating with some other dude. I'm a lucky girl. And just as soon as we can get the dowry money together he is going to marry me Pa I know he is" I smile teasing him gently.
He groans, "I thought we agreed about the American accent?" He jokes.
"I think you should wear my jacket tomorrow" He says seriously.
"Why? It'll be huge on me" I note.
"Because I love you and it's what people our age do right? When they are in love? I want everyone to know that you are my girl" He says.
He has been doing this lately. Even though I am doing okay all things considering he still gets serious on me at the slightest provocation.
"Everyone knows I'm your girlfriend. I think the fact that we are always together and the borderline inappropriate touching tipped them off. I'd love to wear your jacket, it smells like you. I love the way you smell" My voice gets deep and I snuggle into him.
He smiles.
"I love your smile" As I pull in for a kiss "I love your eyes" I say as I break the kiss long enough to take off his sunglasses "I love the way your skin looks against mine" I kiss him again. This time he breaks the kiss.
He turns away and clears his throat but not before I catch the hurt expression on his face. I realize what I just said.
"Jase. Babe, I am so sorry" I say. I cannot believe I could have been that insensitive.
"No. Don't be. I'm being really stupid. It's just.." He pauses looking like he might change his mind before sighing and continuing "the guys at practice were talking about you the other day, you know, how you look. Apparently you are really hot stuff at our school" He smiles before continuing.
"I didn't even know who it was until they got to the accent. I had no idea if it was you. I had a dream I could see and I couldn't recognize anyone. I was lost in this sea of faces of people I should have known. It was weird.... " He trails off.
"When I was a kid I was really afraid that I was ugly. That everyone knew how ugly I was except for me. I thought I'd only dreamed what I remembered I looked like and I was hideous."
"I don't suppose that face touching stuff from TV works?" I ask.
"No" He laughs.
"It's just one thing. It's the surface. You know parts of me that those guys will never get close to" I can't resist I press my chest against his and then graze my breasts lightly across his chest, smiling at his wide eyed reaction.
"You are not ugly. Trust me. I'm shallow." I say pulling him in for a kiss. He deepens it this time. Pulling me in roughly. I let out a whimper of pleasure. He has been so gentle with me since I got sick. He pushes me back on the bed and I bite back a groan when my catheter tugs uncomfortably. His hand snakes down my pants and I am surprised, but not unpleasantly. He takes me to a place where I don't think about anything at all, just feel. It is all sensation. It is  jarring but almost a relief when it is over and I return to myself. I reach over and push him back on to the cushions wanting to wipe that self satisfied smirk off his face. When my mouth connects with him I look up and watch his eyes widen with surprise. His facial expressions are almost comical and when he grabs the sheets and groans I almost laugh.

When we are finished we just lie there together for a bit. None of us were really expecting that to happen but I feel glad that it did. I feel warm and giddy and incredibly powerful. I didn't know I could do that to him. Almost immediately I want to do it again so I can memorize every little shift in his expression and the bloom as his face flushes. His Mum calls and reminds him that he has school the next day and his head pops up. He jumps of the bed and does up his fly before trying to smooth down his hair.
"Why bother? Your expression is like a dead give-away. She is going to be able to tell right away" I tease.
"Then you should think of a story for why you corrupted her little angel."
I throw a pillow at him.
It just sets us off again.
He leaves half an hour later.

The next day at school Ms. Dawes who is the English teacher and supervises the school paper asks me to stay after and see her at the beginning of the lesson. I run a quick mental inventory of all my actions to make sure that I haven't done anything wrong; even though I am pretty sure I haven't. Mrs. Dawes has the look of someone who is incredibly together. She is something of a legend in school so I know that she lives with her boyfriend who is a photography teacher and ski instructor and I know that she is writing a book but there is also the stuff you can tell just by looking at her. She is the kind of person who has never ever worn chipped nail polish. Her vintage shirt is perfectly ironed and her bangs fall just so. I bet she has a lifestyle blog. I think she is amazing but I don't have her for English so we've never really talked.
"Aisha- thanks for staying. I wanted to say that I think your writing for the paper has been really good. I know it is a crazy time for you but I had a challenge I thought you would enjoy" She starts without preamble. She heads to her desk and pulls out a flyer and hands it to me.
"The University is sponsoring a short story competition for local high schools. I thought you might like to enter?"
"Can I think about it?" I ask
"Sure but both Mr. Eckles and I agree that you need an opportunity to really push your writing. Think about it and get back to me"

As I head out to meet Jase I can't help but feel incredibly flattered by my teachers confidence in me. I don't know if I am going to do it but I feel really lucky that they asked. I am surprised to see Jase being lead by a girl that I don't know. She is wearing a cheerleaders uniform and her head is tilted as she listens to what he says and laughs dramatically. I know that laugh. I paste on a smile and wave at them.
"Are you Jase's ride?" She asks me seriously as if she is handing over a young child to a taxi driver. Instead of trying to figure out who this is more insulting to I move in and kiss Jase on the cheek. His arms wrap around me instinctively and his head sinks into my shoulder.
"Coach was brutal today!" He groans theatrically.
I almost feel bad as I watch her try to keep her facial expression neutral.
"Hi. I'm Aisha" I smile as Jase breaks our hug only to find my hand and hold it.
"Hi. I'm Taylor" She smiles. She also flicks back her impressive mane of brown hair. Damn her, I think, feeling very bald and then very petty and small.
"Where are my manners? Taylor this is Aisha, my girlfriend. Aisha this is Taylor- she is my spirit aide" He smirks slightly as he says it.
"Spirit aide?" I ask.
"The cheerleaders are assigned to members of the varsity squad- to cheer them on" Taylor explains.
"You made varsity!?" I exclaim excitedly.
"I did" Jase laughs.
I pull him in for a kiss. I cannot help but make it extra passionate and gross. To send a message to Taylor. In my defence, I am not proud of my behaviour. I'm not sure when she walks away but when I come up for air she is gone.
"Jeez. Can I get my tonsils back?" He jokes.
"How are we celebrating?" I ask.
"Seriously. What was that about? Are you jealous of my spirit aide?"
"A little. She made me feel follicular-ly challenged" I admit.
Jase laughs.
"It's not funny" I pout but after a while I relent and laugh with him.
Although I know I am being paranoid I send Taylor a facebook friend request that night. Enemies closer and all that.

Part 21

"So I never really got the chance to apologise for all the stuff that went on between us," Brett says.

In an awkward twist to Sunday morning breakfast Eli and Jase are both running late. Brett and I exchanged two minutes of small talk before lapsing into awkward silence. And now this. I am careful not to sigh as I raise my head from my phone to listen to him.

"What stuff?" I ask, mildly curious.

"I know you know that I hooked up with those girls that night. I was too embarrassed to face you so I didn't ask you out again. But you were still friends with me after that. And Hannah told me that you really helped her say yes to going out with me. I was kind of a jerk to you and I'm sorry. Also, thank you" He says. It is not clear who is more uncomfortable in this moment.

"Brett you don't have to apologise. For anything. We had fun. We went on one date and you were really sweet. I just took you hooking up with someone else as a sign that we are much better off being friends. And we are. Hannah really likes you though. You are serious about her?" I ask.

"I really like her. More than I've ever liked anyone. No offence" He adds as a quick afterthought.

"None taken. I really like Jase so everything worked out. Did you talk to Hannah about yesterday? She didn't answer the phone when I called. What is going on?"

"Um. She's fine. Just tired. She's really busy and tired. With school stuff" He explains staring intently at his coffee.

"You are such a bad liar. Is she mad at me for not telling her sooner? Because I only just found out.."

"It's not that and I can't tell you. You should just talk to her." He insists.

I decide to drop it. Damn him for being such a good boyfriend. Brett shows me a video he took of me skateboarding at the park. We chat easily until Eli and Jase turn up. My heart flutters when Jase walks into the room his brow is slightly furrowed as he concentrates on both listening to Eli and orienting himself in the cafe. I think it is unbelievable that I can see someone everyday and still have the sight of him awe me, however momentarily. Love, as far as I can tell, fill every day with ordinary magic. Or something.

"So are you nervous about tomorrow?" Jase asks. The plates have been cleared and we are contemplating ordering another round of coffee or moving to Eli's house to play rock band.

"Not really. I'm just going to tell Dr. Brown and Dr. Katz my decision and get some blood work done I think. I shouldn't start treatment until later. Maybe the end of this week?" I shrug.

Jase shudders visibly.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" I ask jokingly nudging him and smiling at the others who noticed his shudder.

"Kind of", I can tell he wants to say more but I assume he just doesn't want to do it in front of everyone.

The rest of our Sunday passes quickly. We hang out and don't talk about cancer or the fact that Hannah isn't there or the fact that my boyfriend flinches whenever anyone mentions the up coming week.

I barely sleep and it seems like hours before Monday morning arrives. My brain feels like it has been scrubbed with a wire brush and I do not look good. I am beginning the transition from normal teenage girl to cancer patient, I think grimly. Today my skin looks dry even though it is moisturised and my hair is lank. Clearly my body feels the need to cement its betrayal. Marcia and I make small talk over breakfast and then ride over to the hospital. She made breakfast and I can tell she didn't sleep either. Dudders' drives.

There are a tonne of decisions to make and a lot of paperwork to fill. While Marcia is doing this I am sent to radiation to get my PICC line placed. I get a local anaesthetic and it is really uncomfortable going in but the worst part is how it looks. The radiologist silently holds up a mirror to it before he begins explaining how to take care of it in the shower and that it will be in for 30 days max before it needs to be replaced.

We are in the hospital for so long arranging my chemo and radiation schedule that the anaesthetic begins to wear off and I begin to feel extremely uncomfortable around the insertion site of the catheter. Basically, I just want to rip the thing out and run. Remembering that I should be sharing my emotions I tap Marcia on the shoulder.

"Do you think I could rip this thing out and like outrun the cancer?" I ask.

She smiles wearily "Definitely worth exploring as a back up plan," She answers.

"I think I need to take a leave of absence for all this" She adds examining the schedule she has written into the calender of her Asprey organizer.

"No offence Marcia but I think that a long 3 months will be made even longer if we are around each other all the time. Besides, I'm still going to school so what will you do while I'm at school?" I ask.

"You're still going to school?" She asks incredulously.

"Durr. I could hack it the first time round I can do it now" I answer.

"Um. Okay. Just going to point out quickly that you will need someone to drive you to and from these appointments." She observes.

"Take the afternoon off or I will take a taxi. It's only 3 times a week. This pamphlet says maintaining a sense of normalcy is very important for the mental well being of the cancer patient- that's me." I say.

"Okay. We'll see" She concedes.

Dudders suggests that we grab a late lunch but the idea doesn't really gather any steam. We get home, I take a painkiller and sleep for 13 hours until the next morning.

I go into school for the morning. Marcia has already explained my situation to my headteacher. Which explains what happens in homeroom. Ordinarily I do not listen to the student announcements in the morning because I like to be surprised by what is available at lunch. Eli and I are talking about going to see a movie over the weekend when we both look up because the whole room has gone silent.

"Students, I would like to wish one of our own, Aisha Ogilvy,a speedy recovery. I am sure we will all be supportive as she copes with her cancer diagnosis. We love you Aisha" Trills the cheery voice pouring from the speakers. Everyone turns to stare at me including Eli who looks like he is holding back tears or laughter. I punch him when his spluttering confirms that it is laughter. Luckily the bell rings. Not so luckily the whole school heard the announcement and now everyone in the hallway is staring at me. As one of the few black people in the school, the only English person and the only girl dating the only blind guy at the school this is not an exaggeration. A few people walk up to me and mutter condolences. I smile and thank them. Suddenly I feel the need to be extremely upbeat and optimistic about my devastating diagnosis because what really matters is that these random people understand that it takes more than a few mutated cells to get me down. Cancer? No problem. Oh your cat died of cancer? I am so sorry for Mr. Whiskers but I am actually really excited to have cancer. This is a great opportunity for growth. I clap my hands together like I am ready to tackle any problem- especially those that begin with c and are currently riding around in my blood stream.

"I think you are overselling the cancer" Eli observes as we slowly make our way to our next class through the crowd.

My next tactic is to be self-effacing. This cancer is so not a big deal you guys. It's only like half as bad as it could be!

We make it to biology. Mr. Reid shakes my hand solemnly and wishes me luck with my treatment. His handshake it lingering and his head is tilted at nearly a 45 degree angle.

"I think I may die of shame before the cancer gets me" I whisper to Eli as I move to the seat he has saved for me. This only fuels the giggles he has had non stop since we left homeroom.

Needless to say it is a long morning so I am actually relieved to be heading out to my first chemotherapy appointment when Marcia pulls up. Instead of driving all the way to Denver and to the hospital we found a compromise; a care centre that serves as an outpatient rehab, dialysis, chemotherapy and radiation centre. It is just 45 minutes out of town. I open the car door and stride confidently into the centre and sign myself in. Marcia straggles behind me. The centre is comfortingly efficient. The nurse confirms a few things before leading me into a room filled with comfortable looking recliners with IV poles next to them. There is a middle aged man hooked up to a dialysis machine but apart from that the room is empty. He nods hello and I smile back. The nurse gives a quick run down of the potential side effects, introduces herself as Trish and asks me to get comfortable while she gets my meds.

"Is that chair as comfy as it looks?" Marcia asks as I settle into the recliner.

"It's pretty comfy," I answer as I root through my bag and lay out my supplies; a book- half of a yellow sun by Chimamanda Adiche, the latest copy of Vanity Fair and Hello and my IPod. Marcia does the same unpacking her Ipad so she can work while she waits.

Trish returns and sets everything up. As the meds trickle into my catheter I can't be sure if the shiver I feel is something to do with me or the medicine but it feels so unwanted as it slithers down I cannot help but shiver.

"Do you need a blanket, sweetie?" Trish asks.

"Maybe later Trish. Thank you" I answer a bit distracted by the skull and crossbones on the IV bag.

"Don't worry about that. It just means we have to be extra careful when we are handling it" She explains when she follows my glance to the IV bag.

She sits with us for the first half hour to make sure I am not going to have an allergic reaction. Apart from feeling chilly 5 minutes into it nothing happens. Marcia and I make small talk with Trish. She has two kids and her husband is in the military stationed in Afghanistan. They live with her mother who helps take care of the kids while she is at work. She loves the real housewives of Atlanta. Marcia and I discovered the real housewives a few weeks back on a quiet Sunday afternoon. We quickly decided that the show was the best thing that ever happened to us. Trish decides to share her Kim impression and we are both doubled over in laughter. We are both still giggling when she leaves us for the second half hour of treatment.

"So we haven't talked about Dudders?" I start settling back into the recliner.

"What about him?" Marcia asks feigning innocence.

"You guys are clearly back together. Is he moving here? Is he moving in?" I ask.

"I will let you know the second I know" Marcia replies.

"You guys haven't talked about it?" I am kind of shocked by this. Usually Marcia has to define a relationship and know exactly where it is going before she even says yes to a date.

"That Ray the policeman guy really changed you didn't he?" I ask referring to her casual hook up guy who I only really knew by his first name and a series of awkward kitchen encounters the morning after.

"Not really. I mean he knew the only thing I wanted from him was a bit of comfort. I've been meaning to talk to Dud but we've been kind of busy." She says looking pointedly at the IV bag.

"Do not blame this on the cancer. What is going on with you two?" I ask leaning forward to encourage her to answer.

"I don't know. I guess I don't want to have the talk because I like having him here and I don't want to hear why he screwed it up or think about the future. I just want to be in the present with him" She explains.

"Don't be such a chicken" I challenge her flicking her lightly. She smiles and flicks me back before returning to her magazine.

Back at home Marcia sets me up on the couch with a blanket and the remote which is nice, because I am freezing. The first night isn't that bad, considering. Jase calls and we talk for a bit. I think the anticipation, more than anything else, wore me out.

When I wake up the next morning I feel like I have a hangover. My head hurts, my stomach is lurching and there is a strange chemical tang coating my mouth. For a second I consider staying home but I heave myself up with a sigh when I realise that this is probably the best I will wake up feeling for a while. I am a bit shaky so getting ready takes a bit longer than usual.

"Good morning! How are you feeling?" As Marcia asks this she moves closer and places her hand on my forehead to feel for a fever.

"I'm okay." I answer as I head to the fridge to pour myself some juice. I also manage to choke down a few grapes for breakfast.

"Are you going to school?" She asks.

"Yup" I answer struggling to swallow a mouthful of juice.

"Okay" she acquiesces with a sigh "Let me drive you at least".

I almost tell her that it's okay but I just woke up from sleeping for 11 hours straight and I still feel exhausted. I smile and thank her and finish getting ready. Jase is waiting for us by the curb when we swing by his house to pick him up. Marcia rushes out to get him.

"Hey!" I greet him as he slides into the back seat. I move closer to snuggle against him.

"How did it go?" He asks quietly holding my hand tightly.

"It was okay. How did track team try outs go?" I ask.

"Really good. We only start training proper in spring but I think the coach is willing to work with me. I'm going to try out for wrestling with Brett today." He tells me excitedly.

"Awesome. I told you they would let you it would work out," I turn his head slightly to face me and lean in for a kiss.

"Okay guys enough. There is someone else in the car" Marcia gently chastises us when the kiss goes on for too long.

We pull into school and I need a second to steady myself when I get out of the car. Jase rubs my arm and I smile to reassure him even if he can't see it.

"It's just a dizzy spell. Let's go" I say as I lead him into school.

The day passes slowly but I am excited to support Jase at his try out. By the time I get to the gym the bleachers are already half full of mostly supportive girlfriends. I spot Hannah and even though she doesn't wave back or return my smile I make my way to where she is sitting. Uninvited I plop down next to her.

"Hey Hannah. Have they started?" I ask conversationally.

"No" She replies.

The beginning of our exchange pretty much sets the tone for the rest of the conversation. After an hour on uncomfortable bleacher and a dozen attempts to begin a conversation rebuffed with monosyllabic responses I am pretty irritated. My muscles hurt, I am exhausted and despite having barely eaten my stomach is still churning.

"Hannah, is everything okay? You seem a bit off with me. Did I do something?" I ask, attempting a more direct approach.

"I'm fine. You didn't do anything." She replies coldly picking up her bag and walking away.

Usually I would be angered by a friend acting like this, especially a friend as sweet as Hannah so I am surprised when I feel the prickle of tears in my eyes. Even though I barely paid attention it is clear that both Jase and Brett did really well in the tryouts. They both come bounding up to where I am sitting elated and damp from the shower.

"Did you see us kick some serious butt out there?" Brett asks loudly.

"Yeah. That was great guys. I don't want to be a downer but do you mind if we leave. Marcia's waiting and I am beat" I smile so Brett knows that I am okay.

"Sure. Let's go. I'll see you tomorrow Brett" I brush my arm against his and he finds my elbow. We head outside and get into the car.

"You look exhausted" Marcia observes. She didn't want me to stay late to watch the tryouts.

"Thanks" I reply sarcastically leaning back in my seat.

"You can't stay after school any more. You should hold off on school newspaper until everything stabilizes" She suggest calmly.

I roll my eyes and don't bother replying.

"You shouldn't have stayed to watch my stupid tryout" Jase whispers guiltily so Marcia can't hear.

"I wanted to. You were great. Although I could have done without little Miss bizzaro's attitude" I answer.

"You lost me" Jase replies.

"Hannah was there. She was being so weird and barely talking to me. So I ask her what is going on and she just picks up her stuff and leave" I sigh with frustration.

"That is so un-Hannah-ish" Jase observes.

"I know. What is her problem? Did I do something?" I ask annoyed when tears start to form in my eyes again.

"Maybe you should just let it go for now? She'll talk when she is ready." He assures me.

"Because I am such a patient person" I joke snuggling closer to him.

Despite Marcia's protesst I insist that I can rest and have Jase keep me company for a while. We watch the beginning of Mystery team before he leaves to start his homework. Marcia convinces me to try some dinner. I eat a little and go to sleep.

I am jolted awake by a wave of nausea that send me running to the bathroom. The heaving is so violent that I wake up Marcia. She holds back my hair and gets me some water but there is nothing else she can do. Even after the only thing coming up is bile the retching continues. It is 4 hours before I it calms down and I can get up. I brush my teeth wearily and tentatively drink some water before collapsing back into bed.

The next morning I am a zombie floating through school. When we arrive at the treatment centre I want to weep when Trish comes in holding the IV bag. I take a deep breath. The feeling when the IV starts is a bit more familiar. I don't feel like talking today so I lean back in the recliner and before I know it I am asleep. When I wake up it is time to leave. This time the vomiting starts in the car but Marcia was prepared and brought a bucket. The motion of the car and the vomiting leaves me miserable and I cannot wait to install myself on the comfy-stationary- sofa. I rest before dinner. I choke down some carrots for dinner and go to bed.

The next two weeks are pretty rough. My hair starts to fall out. I am always tired, my stomach is constantly churning and it takes all my energy just to turn up at school and stay on top of my assignments. In my third week I break through my wall- I finally find a medication that takes the edge off the nausea and that miraculously returns a lot of my energy. Marcia and I are on our way to pick up Jase- we are actually having a conversation instead of me grunting in the back seat trying not to blow chunks. I actually enjoyed my breakfast for the first time since I started chemo. I head out to get Jase.

"Hey! You came out to get me? Don't I feel special?" He says after I greet him with a kiss and begin to lead him to the car.

"You are special. How did wrestling practice go?" I ask. Jase had practice so we didn't ride home together yesterday.

"It was awesome. Coach is going to give me a chance in the 150 weight class at the meet on Saturday. Do you think you'll be up to coming?" He asks hopefully.

I wait for Marcia and Jase to exchange greetings as we enter the car. She teases him and he teases back. I wonder if it is weird that my boyfriend and my sister get along so well.

"What time is the meet? I have chemo on saturday." I ask.

"It's at 9am" He answers.

"Cool then I can come" I assure him "I'll paint a sign and everything. It's the first big meet right? Does it make up for me missing the pep rally?" I missed the pep rally where Jase got his letterman jacket with his track and wrestling teams.

Morning classes pass relatively quickly. We are sitting outside at lunch time. Even though it is freezing I cannot deal with the smell of high school cafeteria and I am still getting a tonne of stares thanks to my new haircut. Jase and I are making out in an attempt to keep warm and he runs his hands down my head. He says he loves the way my buzzed head feels; which is weird, but I am grateful he isn't grossed out by it. When I woke up to clumps of hair on my pillow I figured it would be easier to buzz it all off and start again rather than watch it fall off slowly. It was a triumph for exactly two minutes. I can already see the fuzz thinning. It looks like I am going to be bald. No way around it.

Jase senses my distraction and breaks the kiss.

"Where are you?" He asks.

"I was just thinking we should go out on a date." I answer.

"Are you up for that?" He asks.

"Yeah. As long as we avoid anywhere with food smells. Do you want to go to that open mic thing?" The whole town has been papered with posters for a few days now. It's going to be held at the University campus nearby.

"Yeah. Sounds good. Actually, really good. It feels like it's been forever. I could get my brother to drive us. I think he is going." Jase offers.

"Cool. Is he going by himself? That's kind of sad" I note.

"It kind of sounds like a date. I'll check with him" He decides.

"Good idea. Baby brother and cancer chick in the back seat may put a damper on the evening" I laugh.

Preparing for a date is slightly different when you have a severe looking buzz cut and a gaunt look from losing weight. Make up is no longer optional but must be caked on liberally preferably with a trowel. The perfect outfit is now something that doesn't hang on you, that covers up your catheter and keeps you warm so you are not shivering your way through the evening. Seasickness bands are an awesome accessory- convince yourself that this is true. Big earrings will let everyone know that even though you do not have any hair you are, in fact, a girl. Finally I stand in front of my full length mirror eyeing myself critically. Not bad, my print sheath dress works my new skinny-ness to my advantage, my boots are lined with knee high socks so I am warm and comfortable and all the makeup I am wearing masks the sickly sheen on my face. My buzz cut makes my eyes look huge which I think is actually kind of sexy. Maybe I'll go for a pixie cut when all this is done. I throw on a comfy knee length sweater and grab my bag before heading downstairs to wait for Jase.

"Oh wow. You look nice," Marcia notes as I join her and Dudders in the living room "And the Chanel purse? How hot is this date?" Marcia asks.

"About two weeks worth of hot" I smile plopping down on the couch.

"Ah the old use fine leather goods to attract your blind boyfriend. You definitely seem to know the way to a man's heart" Dudders observes sarcastically not taking his eyes off the television.

"Last time I checked squatters weren't allowed to make helpful comments. Did you go over the house rules with him?" I ask my sister.

"Be nice. Dudders and I have been talking and he is willing to give Colorado a chance. He asked his father for a leave of absence and has gotten a job lecturing English at the University. So how would you feel about upgrading him from squatter to roommate?" She asks giddily.

"I would love that. Your father was really al right with all this?" I ask sceptically. Thomas Dudley the original was not really known for his open mindedness. It had taken every trick in my sisters arsenal on top of out Fathers impeccable blood line and wealth to convince him to accept my half black sister as a potential addition to the family.

"Not really but he agreed to give me a year anyway. So I have a year before we have to talk about it again. But he did threaten to come visit" He confesses.

"What?" Marcia asks whipping around to face him. The doorbell rings as they are in the middle of bickering and I take that as my cue to leave.

Jase is waiting at the door. He is wearing the pair of jeans that I absolutely love on him, a buttoned up shirt, skinny tie and his pea coat. He smells amazing.

"You look delicious" I say as I drink in every detail.

"Thanks Marcia. Could you get Aisha for me?" He says. He follows his little joke with a cocky smile. It's a smile that has been coming out more and more since he started playing sports. Although Brett and Eli are still his closest friends but the notoriety of being the cute new wrestling star has not hurt his confidence.

"You are lucky you are so cute," I joke grabbing my scarf from the coat stand and joining him outside.

"I'm lucky you think I'm cute" He laughs.

I am having such a good time laughing and talking to Jase as we wait for the bands to start up I am surprised to hear Brett's voice. He has an angry looking Hannah in tow.

"Hey guys! I thought it was you. I didn't know you were coming to this. Do you mind if we join you?" Brett asks.

Jase has a concerned expression on his face. I squeeze his knee to let him know I am okay. The venue is filling up quickly. If we don't let them sit with us they won't find anywhere else. I motion for them to sit. Hannah looks sickened by the prospect. The conversation becomes slightly awkward given Hannah won't address me directly but I am determined to have a good time. The first band is hilariously terrible and Jase, Brett and I are doubled over with the giggles as they finish their set. Brett announces he needs to use the toilet and Jase joins him. Hannah has her whole body turned away from me. We sit in silence for ten minutes. I am craning my neck looking for the boys when I spot them at the bar angling for the bartenders attention.

"Hannah, I don't know what happened between us. I don't really care. I just miss you" I exhale. I honestly wasn't expecting my words to do anything so I am surprised when she bursts into tears. I don't even think about moving closer and putting my arm around her even though I know from painful experience that this position tugs awkwardly at my catheter.

"What is going on?" I ask.

"I am so sorry"

"For what?"

"For being such a bitch to you when you needed a friend when all you have ever been to me" Her sobs become heavier and she can barely speak. I rub her back until she stops crying.

"I forgive you Hannah. I was never even really mad, just confused. What has been going on with you?" I ask gently. This sets her off again but nowhere near as bad as the last time. We sit for a while; her crying and me comforting her until she starts to talk.

"I was so mad at you" She confesses.

"What did I do?"

"You got sick" She admits sheepishly "Who told you you could do that? Who gave you permission to become my best friend and then just..."

I am too stunned to speak.

"My Mum died of cancer. My Dad barely qualifies as an adult let alone a parent. But there was you and our little crew and on my birthday weekend I felt like, I'm going to be okay- this is my family and I am going to be okay. And Brett kissed me. All these great things happened for me. I am so scared they are all going to go away. I am so scared and it was easier to be mad. Because maybe if we weren't friends anymore it wouldn't hurt as much.." She trailed off for the second time inhaling a deep snotty breath.

"If I died," I finish deadpan.

"I am the worst" She finishes.

"Yeah you are pretty terrible" I giggle. She looks shocked but then she relents and joins me.

"I am so sorry" She states simply grasping my hand.

"It's okay. Look, I wish I could promise I am never going to die. I am awesome but I am also human. I like being alive a lot more when we are friends"

"Can we be friends again?" She asks tearfully.

Instead of answering I give her a hug. Happy tears fall down my face.

"You actually look really good with your hair like that.." She says as we pull away both snotty messes.

"So I know our date night wasn't quite what we wanted but I still had fun. Thank you" I say to Jase as we say our goodbyes outside my front door. His brother hoots impatiently and Jase raises his middle finger at the bushes. I help him out by directing it to the car. He smiles and pulls me in for a kiss. We keep his brother waiting for another 15 minutes.

Part 20

The next few days pass in a blur of tests, half days of school, driving to Boulder and barely seeing my boyfriend and friends. Finally fourteen days after Dr. Brown first diagnosed me with cancer I am sitting in front of three doctors with Marcia beside me. The conference is to decide on the course of treatment now that I have my official diagnosis- Acute myeloid leukaemia stage 2. In the past week I have been noticing more symptoms- like how my cold that wouldn't go away was maybe more than a cold and how most teens don't suddenly needs after school naps to get through the day. I just didn't want to see it. Dr. Katz is my new oncologist, Rose is my new therapist and Dr. Brown is on board because I like him so much better than Dr. Katz. I can tell that this is causing tension between the two men. I don't particularly care. They are, however, completely united in this moment. Chemotherapy and radiation seems to be what everyone thinks I should go with.

"I think we should go after this thing aggressively" Dr. Brown asserts. Everyone nods sagely in agreement. None of them know what aggressive feels like. I think he notes my lack of enthusiasm and continues "I know this is hard for you but it is our only shot. You have to be ready to fight" He encourages me.

I just nod. Marcia exchanges a concerned glance with Rose. They all think I'm depressed. Maybe I am but I think that I'm just tired. Tired and overwhelmed.

"Why don't you take the weekend to process things? We can talk again on Monday." Rose suggests.

Marcia nods gratefully and immediately stands up grabbing her handbag and heading to the door.

"We'll talk on Monday" She says to Dr. Brown as a goodbye. He doesn't seem happy about this but he accepts it as graciously as he can. I follow Marcia to the car. We drive in silence until Marcia slams on the brakes and pulls to the side of the rude. I turn to her surprised and am shocked to see that she looks angry. She looks furious. At me.

"I think this is the longest you have ever gone without speaking" She begins. Her eyes flash accusations at me.

"You are so selfish!" She screams when I don't answer.

"What?" I splutter. I can't believe that she would call me that. Especially now.

"You've just shut down! Given up! That is so not fair. I'm here too. You can't leave me alone. I'm scared too. You can't just shut down and lock me out. You are the only family I have" She yells her voice breaking when she begins to sob.

For a moment I have no idea what to say. Then I realize that she is right. I have been a monosyllabic zombie all week and it isn't fair to her. I need to accept that this is really happening.

"I'm freaking out" I admit.

"Of course you are. Was that so hard to say?" She asks.

"No" I admit, this time more sheepishly.

"Good" She grumbles good naturedly as she restarts the car and pulls back on to the road.

Dudders is waiting for us when we get home. I let Marcia answer his questions about how it went and head out to see Jase. I have missed him so much. I check my watch when I leave the house. He should be home now. I knock on the door and Arnold answers.

"Hey!" He greets me casually as he lets me in "Jase is upstairs" His hands and mouth are full of sandwich and he rushes back to the living room once I am in the foyer. I assume he is in the middle of one of his gaming marathons. The music is pretty loud coming from Jase's room so I knock loudly. I hear him walk around and turn down the music.

"Who is it?" He asks as he approaches the door.

"It's me" At the sound of his voice my fatigued body yearns to be close to his and feel his strong firm torso pressed against mine.

He opens the door and I immediately pull him in for a hug. If he is surprised he recovers admirably and holds me tight. After a few moments I tilt my head upwards and initiate a kiss. Before I know we are in the middle of a heavy make out session on the bed. Jase pulls away first.

"I really missed you this week. How did it go today?" He asks sitting up against the headboard and pulling me in to lie next to him. I rest my head on his chest listening to his deep voice vibrating under me.

"Leukaemia. Stage 2. I'm supposed to be taking the weekend to think about my treatment options but I am going to lose my shit if I hear one more thing about it. Lets go do something?Anything at all as long as it has nothing to do with my week" I ask. God, I sound pathetic. "Let's just put all that other stuff way in the back and save it for Monday," I finish.

"Okay. I know just what to do" Jase replies confidently jumping off his bed and finding his phone.

An hour later we are sitting inside the skate park. Jase, Eli, Hannah and Brett are spreading out picnic blankets over the concrete. Hannah smiles at Brett and gives him a quick kiss before heading to the car to pick up the food.

"So do you want to do this before eating and drinking or after?" Jase asks as he approaches me tentatively. I break out of my reverie and move to meet him halfway.

"Before, I guess" I strap on my helmet, pick up my board and approach the edge of the new ramp.

I wasn't sure this was a good idea until I felt my stomach clench in anticipation, like it always does when I just start falling in the moment before my board, my feet and the ground meet. I ride the curve of the skate bowl. Feeling warmed up I try some tricks. My heart is pumping and my whole body is working with me to make this happen. I land again. I fly some more and then I land. The wind is on my face and I can hear my friends cheering; the universe is working in unison and I have missed being at the centre of it. I skate until I am scared my knees might give way if I carry on. I am sweaty, elated and exhausted. And finally ready to face my friends.

Jase and Eli are deep in a conversation while Hannah and Brett are deep in making googly eyes at each other mode when I approach the picnic blanket. I smile at them and grab a drink after I put my board down.

"Okay, I guess I'll ask. You miss a week of school and then Jase tells us to come watch you skate. I'm not an expert but this doesn't seem normal. What is going on?" Eli asks. It comes out fast and sarcastic but his eyes crinkle and I know he is concerned.

"Can't a guy call up his friends to hang out at a skate park on a Friday afternoon? To relax and take in the scenery?" Jase asks jokingly attempting to deflect Eli's question. He gestures expansively at his surroundings and everyone looks around. It is mostly industrial concrete.

It works and the tension is broken. We hang out and eat the brownies that Hannah baked and chat for a while. I get back on my board and skate until it is dark. Everyone is trying to decide whether to head to the cafe or get a movie and some pizza when I know that I have to tell them. That this is happening and I have to face up to my life.

I clear my throat "Guys. There is something I need to tell you". Jase gives my hand a squeeze.

"I'm sick. I have cancer, that's why I missed school this week and that's why I've been so quiet today. I've been trying to figure out how to say it." I finish lamely.

The only sound is cars on the nearby road. After what seems like an eternity Eli clears his throat and speaks.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine. I start chemo and radiation next week so I'll be not so fine for a bit. And then I'll be fine again" I try to joke. Hannah won't make eye contact with me. Brett has noticed as well and is watching her with concern.

"I don't really want pizza. I'm kind of tired. Brett will you take me home?" Hannah finally speaks and begins to get up packing up the remnants of the picnic.

"Hannah I don't think we should.." Brett begins.

"Take me home Brett" She begins to run toward the car. Brett hugs me quickly and promises to call before following Hannah to the car.

"I should go talk to her" I begin to get up but Jase holds my arm to restrain me."

"Maybe you should just give her some space. She'll be okay." He doesn't look as sure as he sounds.

"Do you guys still want to go grab something to eat?" Eli asks his voice is falsely cheerful.

"No I think this kind of put a damper on the whole evening. I'm just going to head home" I answer with a smile.

"Let's have breakfast at the diner tomorrow?" He suggests.

"You're going to wake up on a Sunday?" Jase asks incredulously.

"I'll meet you guys at 11. Church will be over, right?" He asks.

"Yeah. We'll see you then" I answer.

We all get up and head to the parking lot in silence. I lead Jase to the car and we get in. The ride is silent and he doesn't seem surprised when I park the car and ask to come in when we get to his house.

"My parents went out for dinner. Is the car in the driveway?" Jase asks.

"No. Should I park down the street so they don't see my car?" I ask.

"Might be a good idea." He agrees.

We head upstairs and we are kissing on his bed. The only sounds are the bed moving beneath us and the soft music playing.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask breathlessly. The question is out before I can take it in but I know the second I say it that it is what I want.

"No" Jase answers surprised "Why?"

"I don't really want to get pregnant" I answer hurrying to unbutton his shirt.

"Wait" He holds his shirt together "I mean, why now?"

"Why not now? Don't you want to?" I ask incredulous.

"Of course I want to but not like this" He answers.

"Like how? What do you mean?" I ask sitting up and straightening my hair. I suddenly feel very slutty. And slut isn't even a word I use; on myself or on other women.

"Like you're saying goodbye or using this as some sort of escape" He says quietly.

"I'm not" I declare defensively. I am.

"I just always thought our first time would be special or at least really about us" He explains.

"We might not get another chance" I whisper.

"Don't say that. We will. Of course we will." He holds my hand and I let myself believe him because I really, really want to believe.

"What do you mean our first time?" I ask.

"Huh?"
"You said our; not my first time but our first time. Have you already had sex with someone else?" I ask.

There is a long pause before he decides not to lie to me.

"I have. I just kind of wanted to get it over with so I hooked up with a girl from my brothers high school at a party last summer. It was... really weird she was really aggressive.." He trails off.

"Aggressive how?" I encourage him stifling my laughter.

"She bit me like really hard. It wasn't all her fault I was kind of afraid I would poke her in the eye or something so I wasn't really... moving around much" He explains.

I can't help it. I burst out laughing.

"Don't laugh!" He exclaims before dissolving into giggles.

"What about you? Have you ever had sex?" He asks.

"No" I answer.

"Why not?" He asks.

"I've never been in love before and thank God I waited" I answer.

"Why?"

"Because if I didn't love you I would have been out the door and never have spoken to you again the second you rejected me. I wouldn't have even been able to hear the explanation. Thinking about my first time makes me feel really excited but also really nervous and vulnerable, really naked. But I know you love me and I love you and I trust that. So I feel safe." I explain haltingly.

"Wow" He doesn't really say the word. He exhales it.

"Yeah, wow" and in this moment I really do think that everything will be okay. It's not just about Jase and I but all the people who I love and who love me. I chose to believe that life will be fair and that someone so blessed with love will be allowed to stick around and enjoy it. And then I think; screw allowed I am going to fight.