Decaydance Bucket List

Decay Bucket List prologue

Let me clear something up:  bold texts will be from other people, haley's responses will be italicized  and bold. and thoughts will be italicized.

CHARACTERS: 

@HaayleyReneee/Haley: A girl diagnosed with a  deadly lung cancer/disease from smoking cigarettes. age: 17 Picture --->>>>

@petewentz/Petie:  Haley's trusty best buddy through thick and thin, also acts as a big brother. Owns a record label called Decaydance

age: 23

@motherJerzak/Haley's Mom: A carefree, but protective mom, had a kid at 18.Haley and her mom  have a good relationship. age: 35    WARNING: TWITTER NAMES ARE REAL BUT NOT THE CHARACTERS, THE ACTUAL PPL.

_________________________Prologue_________________________________________________

I was sitting in the hospital's waiting room; trying to ignore my anxiety of the test results I'm about to get. I bopped my blonde/ black hair  and mouthed the words to my amazing iPod playlist, "I'm makin' my way downtown to your window!" sang Stereo Skyline, and apparently I sang it too as most of the elderly people in the waiting room were staring at me as if I lost my mind.  Now you may be wondering who I am, and why I'm in a hospital waiting room, well I'm Haley Jerzak and I'm 17 years old! I'm in this incredibly boring & drab room because my frequent stomachaches have been getting more painful than normal, so I had some tests done. My phone beeped and I looked down to see a text from Petie, or  Pete Wentz

Petie: "you in the room yet?"

I replied quickly, "No Peter Lewis Kingston, there's a thing callled waiting."

I heard four simultaneous beeps and looked down suprised,

It was 2 texts from Pete, and two from an unknown number.

These were Pete's, "Don't you dare smart-ass me Haley Renee Jerzak!

And, Petie:" Can we please not go the full name route anymore? by the way, you forgot the Wentz III (3rd generation) after it. :)"

Now to find out who this mystery person is....

Unknown number:"Why, hello Dahling, how are you on this dandy day?;)" The first one read.. Weird, now the second one....

Unknown number: "Will you text me back? I feel unloved :(" It read... eh what the hell I guess I have nothing better to do.... I texted back:" Hello there Mr.Stranger, I am doin wonderfully and yourself?"

I heard a beep and looked down, Unknown number: You follow me on twitter, I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself I'm...." I heard my name, and startled, I looked up at the nurse gesturing me behind the wooden door.

"You'll be in the Practitioner's room today, just to your left." She told me.

I waited for the doctor to come in my room to tell me what's happening but it took about 15 minutes, so I went on twitter on my phone. I looked through who I'm following and only stumbled upon @weshouldwhisper, @christoferdrew and @thereadyset. I couldn't look for any other possible Mr.Strangers because the doctor walked in then, with a stack of papers.

He grabbed two black looking sheets and put them to the light. "Haley, I have some bad news, you have a minor case of lung cancer, and there's no telling how long it could last  or how fatal it could be," The doc said. I did a mental facepalm thinking, all the shit i learned in high school about cigarettes being bad for your health was true?! Who'd have known? 

 I zoned back into reality, the doctor still talking, I caught the last bit" And if the symptoms get unbearable you may have to stay in the hospital for monitoring but otherwise you can live your life as normal as posible, but if you smoke cigarettes you need to stop; it could give you more time to live. Blah Blah Blah.. contact me...." That was the last I heard of it and I saw the pretty nurse by the door to escort me out. I looked at her nametag this time: Victoria Asher, Intern Nurse It read. She looked like she was anxious for some reason, so I asked her: " Do you not like me or do you really just want to leave?" She looked at me and recognition flashed on her face,  "Oh no, I'm a temp nurse, and really want to go to my band practice, it starts in ten and I got off work 5 minutes ago," She replied, I texted Pete then and told him to bring the car to the front and that we might have company, "Do you wanna catch a ride with me so you aren't late?" i asked her, and she nodded excitedly, and grabbed her jacket. "My friend Pete's gonna drive since I'm not the best driver."  She just nodded and we walked out of the hospital's main entrance. I got in the front seat, she got in the back, "Pete, this is Victoria Asher, we're gonna drop her off at band practice and can you hurry?" "You can call me Vicky T. guys, nice to meet you Pete. Thanks for the ride by the way, Haley. My band's practice is at 42 Maple street, right around the corner." We turned onto Maple Street and drove a few yards to 42, the garage was open and 4 guys were hanging out there.  Vicky got out and greeted them,  grabbed a keytar and they started to play. Me and pete walked up, "Hey Vicky we can stay right?" Pete asked. She nodded and the guys got up and went to their respectful spots around the garage. They started playing this song, and a Latino guy approached the microphone, 

"S-C-A-N-D-TO THE A-L-O-U-S! Can't handle it, Can't handle it, damn that girl she's scandalous!" He sang, and Vicky T. Started rocking out on the keytar. The other boys grabbed their instruments and finished the song "Woooohhhh!!!!" Vicky T and the singing guy screamed. We told Vicky she did good, and she introduced us to the rest of the band. "Gabe Saporta; the singer, Ryland Blackinton; the guitarist, Alex Suarez/Suareazy: the bassist, and Nate Novarro, the drummer." She explained and pointed to each of them while saying their names. "Well i'm Pete Wentz, and this is Haley Jerzak," Pete introduced us.  "Your band's name is.....?" Pete asked, and they said it was Cobra Starship. "Well, I have a record label called Decaydance and was wondering if you guys would want to be signed to it? You guys might get me recognized!"" Pete said, and it got brighter in the room. I looked up and funny as it is, a plain light bulb was above his head and it was lit up. There was a band meeting/ football tackle in the middle of the garage and Vicky T. yelled out "Pete! I love you!! Of course!!!!" Cobra Starship practiced a few more songs, and we drove Vicky back to the hospital to get her car, and we exchanged numbers. "Hey, Pete, I just remembered.. I have some bad news," I said. I just remembered the doctor's words. "What is it, Hales??" He asked, looking about as scared as I really was. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

hey guys, this is a idea I just randomly came up with about a week ago... So you know, alot of it will be in twitter updates, mentions, DM's, etc. If  you were wondering, my twitter is @thenamezmorgan or http://twitter.com/ thenamezmorgan

It would be wonderful if you joined my following army of about 70 people?+/-

Next chapter should be up soon since I'm typing it now....

:) xoxoz; morgyyyy<3