The F- It List Part 20

"Thanks for the key," I called after him.

"Sure," he called back.

Becca arrived while I sat at the lunch table with Damien, Eliza, and Brandon. She had on a striped winter hat, covering up her bald head. She walked slowly toward the table, and already I thought she looked thinner. Maybe it was her coloring. As she walked, a myriad of people came up to her to chat. I watched with a protective glare. Who were they to talk to my best friend before I did? I stood up and pushed past several of her fans. I grabbed her arm, then let my grip go soft when I realized how frail she seemed. We walked together to the lunch table, and Becca said, "I feel like a celebrity. Now I know I have to get famous someday." It was nice to hear her talk about the future as if she'd be alive.

Damien, Eliza, and Brandon bombarded Becca with hugs and questions, and I let her soak in the attention. At least it was people I liked and knew, not just cancer groupies.

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room so she could talk to Ms. Richards. She held my arm and waved with her free hand to her adoring audience. I almost punched Jenna in the face when she stopped us to squeal at Becca's presence. I pushed to keep moving, and Jenna faded into the hallway crowd. Before we managed to make it to the drama room, Becca's legs gave out. I held her up as best as I could, but my size wasn't helping me. In an instant, I felt her weight lift off me, and there Leo was holding up her other side.

"Are you okay?" I asked. I felt like I was always asking that.

"Can you take me to the nurse? I need to lie down for a minute."

She sounded panicked. Then she puked, not a ton, but a dribble down the front of her s.h.i.+rt. I waited for Leo to make a grossed out com- ment, but he just carried her along as though nothing happened.

"Sorry." Becca coughed.

As we walked through the halls, the same people who fawned over Becca minutes ago were now gawking at her like she had a dis- ease. Which she did, although nothing they could catch. In fact, the crowd of people and their hordes of germs were much more danger- ous to Becca than she could ever be to them.

When we got to the nurse's offi ce, Leo carried Becca over to a plastic bed. The nurse called Becca's mom, and I pulled some tissues from a box and helped Becca clean off her face and chin.

"Thank you," she said. "My hero. And this is Leo?" So Becca- that even when she's wiping puke from her chin, she's thinking about me and a guy.

"Yeah. Becca, Leo. Leo, Becca," I introduced them.

"Nice to meet you," Leo said formally. "I'll let you two have a -1- moment." He backed out of the nurse's offi ce.

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"It wasn't that bad. You could have projectile vomited."

"All over Jenna's face," Becca said dreamily.

"So it could've been better is what you're saying."

The nurse came back into the room. "Becca, your mom will be here shortly. Can I get you anything?"

"No thank you." Becca spoke with a sickeningly sweet baby voice reserved for doted- on patients.

"Do you need a pa.s.s, Alex?" Mrs. Kafcas knew me well from the era during freshman year when I had strep three times. She was nice and helpful and generous with the pa.s.ses.

"Sure," I answered.

She ripped a pa.s.s off her pad and scribbled her signature. "You fi ll out the time when Becca's mom arrives."

Becca closed her eyes, and her breathing became even.

"Why don't you let her get some rest?" Mrs. Kafcas whispered. I could've sat there with sleeping Becca until her mom came, but that meant talking to her mom again. I wasn't up for the sad parent. I walked out and closed the door to the nurse's offi ce quietly. Leaning against the wall nearby was Leo.

"She going to be okay?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Can we go somewhere?" I pressed, and he knew exactly where I meant.

When we arrived in the book closet, Leo sat down on a desk.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"That's the exact opposite of what I want. I just want to feel good." I looked at Leo. He walked over to me, put his hands around my back, and made sure of just that.

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Becca and I Skyped the minute I got home from school. She sat engulfed in her pillow mound looking far less green than when I last saw her. "So that was-" she started.

"Putrescent," I fi nished.

"Thank you for sugarcoating things."

"You know you can count on me for that," I joked. "How are you feeling?"

"I wish you didn't have to keep asking me that."

"Sorry. But you did throw up, and my gallant guy- dude- friend- thing did have to help carry you through the halls."

"You still won't call him your boyfriend? What's that about?

And did he think I was gross?"

"He didn't mention your grossness, at least not to me."

"Again, I feel so much better. And what about the boyfriend fac- -1- tor?" she prodded. While her words were on the normal side, her face 0- looked pained.

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"Who has time for a boyfriend? All that pathetic s.e.xting and going on dates and meeting parents and proms and s.h.i.+t. I'm too busy taking care of you. Speaking of, is Helga in the room with you?"

"Helen. And, no, her knitting needles were driving me crazy."

"Careful what you say. Knitting needles make for excellent mur- der weapons."

"Always looking on the bright side, you are. Oh! Speaking of bright sides, I saw Caleb as I was coming home from school today."

"Was he naked?" I asked.

"I'll ask the pervy questions around here," she noted. Why wasn't she using more ChapStick?

"So was he?"

"I wish. He was taking out the garbage. Our eyes met as my mom pulled into the driveway. He smiled."

"Did you?"

"Barely. I was afraid I still had puke chunks in my teeth."

"That is quite possibly the grossest thing I've ever heard."

"From you, I'll take that as a compliment."

"I thought that was obvious. So when do you fl ash him next?"

"Try never. I look so gross now. Holes in my arms and on my chest, no hair. Did I tell you my eyelashes are starting to fall out?"

I shook my head. "Maybe we can write Caleb an anonymous note, and he can fl ash you back. We could add it to the f.u.c.k- It List."

"How's that going, by the way?" Becca tried to adjust her posi- tion on the bed, and every movement looked strained.

I tried to remain composed. "Okay. I haven't done anything mon- umental. I'm saving some things for us to do together. Like the sleep on a beach one."

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"Then how do you expect me to do it?"

"How about hop a train like a hobo?"

"Admittedly, that's one of my favorites. But, alas, no. Am I fail- ing you?"

"Not at all! You did way more on it than I ever did, and it's my list." Becca started coughing but managed to calm herself before Helen arrived. "What about the last number on the list? Have you done that yet? I know it hasn't been that long, but I thought maybe you and Leo ..."

I pulled the list from my pocket and reread number 23: Have s.e.x with someone I'm in love with and is in love with me.

"No. We haven't had s.e.x yet. And we're not in love."

"Yet," Becca added.

"I'll let you believe that because you have cancer."

"You could totally love him, Alex. He's completely your type: big, weird, a criminal."

"He's not a criminal."

"What ever. Fall in love with him soon, please, and have s.e.x so you can tell me all about it." She yawned.

"Maybe I'll just fall in love with Caleb instead so you can watch us have s.e.x from your window. That way I won't accidentally leave out any details."

"You better not. He's my homeschool boy."