Lucifer In The Flesh (Slowly--Editing)

Chap.12

Ruè's pov.

Leaning against the hallway wall. I listen to my parents wail. Yes, wail like little babies. Stepping into the kitchen I clear my throat. "Listen, I know that this is hard on you both. But think of it on the bright side. We need to do things, yes lots of things. I know I need a bucket list!" Crying they stare at me weirdly. "Baby you're dying!" Staring at my mom with an duh expression. I roll my eyes and grumble. "Mommy we all die at some point. Now! I need to call devy. I'm not going to die, without getting any!" Laughing my mom wipes her eyes. "I love you so much! A-and we're going to get you treatment!" Holding my hands up I look at my dad.

"Daddy, tell her no!" Wiping away his tears he shakes his head. "Baby boy we can't lose you." Smiling softly I walk over to them. "You know, you'll always have me right here." Snickering, my dad places my hand on the left side. "Your hearts right here." Smirking I lift up on my tippy toes. Rubbing away his tears I sigh. "I...I don't want the treatment." Nodding hesitantly he tears up. "C-can I at least ask why?" Turning around, so that I can hide my tears. I giggle wetly with a few sniffles. "W-who...would want to remember someone on their death bed." Messing with napkins on the counter. I hurrily wipe away a stray tear.

"I...I wouldn't. Well at at least I don't want you both too. I want you to remember me laughing. Yes and...and smiling, with lots of hair." Turning back to face them. I lean back with a tired sigh. "Chemotherapy, it takes away your hair. I love my hair, it makes me look sexy!" Laughing my mom sniffles. "See I want to see you laugh like that! No more sadness, cause I don't do that well. Deal?" Looking at each other. They both look to the ground. "Well?" Cocking an hip I tap my foot. "Gosh, I'm going to die before you can make up your minds!" Grunting my dad let's out a humorless laugh. "Fine!"

Smiling I skip over an hug them both. "Thank you! I thought being serious was going to kill me faster!" Swatting my butt my mom giggles. "Hey mister no talking about deaf!" Backing away I stick my tongue out. "Yeah yeah, I'm going to call devy." Skipping towards the door I stop. Taking a deep breath I bite my lip. "Oh, and please don't tell anyone about it." Nodding their head I nod back. Squinting my eyes at my mom I point. "I'm serious Mrs I can't hold water!" Gasping she tosses an apple at me. Catching it I take a huge bite. "Thanks I needed that!"

Rushing away I run up the stairs. Bursting through my doors, I wail. "PARTIES HEREEEE!" I swear I love snooki, off of Jearsy Shore. Stumbling over to my bed, I face plant on it. Searching around my bed. My hand hits my iPhone. Grabbing it I tap on devy's name. Turning over I let out a sigh. "Hello Ruè ." Snickering at his monotone voice, I sigh. "Hi devy!" Hearing shuffling a door shuts. "What's wrong baby?" Melting at the baby reference. I steeple my fingers on my thigh. Should I tell him? Uh what if he dumps me? "Uh..nothing?" Coming out like a question I curse silently. "Don't lie, I can tell when you do."

"Uh I-I I have cancer." Biting my lip, I close my eyes tightly. "W-what?" Sighing shakily I squeeze my eyes shut. "Y-yeah, c-can I come over?" Wiping away a few tears I stand up. "Yeah sure, I'll be waiting at the door."

Awe don't kill me. I want to tell you it'll get better but then I'll ruin the story. You come up with some ideas and just keep reading. Lobe you all my lovelies #poptartloverout:)!"!"!"!