Chapter 3:

 

The Terminally Ill Hottie

 

 

The next day

 

After the concert the night before, Taylor, Nikki, Praline, and Ali had all gone home with the Boys and slept with them.  Now it was morning, and because the Boys didn’t have a concert that night, they had the whole day to spend with their new girlfriends.  Or so they thought.

 

“Hey, wanna go to Disney World today?” Nick suggested.

 

“Like, ohmygod, that would be, like, totally cool!” Nikki exclaimed.

 

“We can’t,” Kevin said.  “We’re supposed to visit sick kids at the hospital today, remember?”

 

“Aw, crap,” Nick muttered.

 

“Nick,” Kevin said warningly.  “It’s the least we can do.”

 

“I know,” Nick sighed.  “I just wanted to try doing Nikki on Space Mountain.”

 

“Ooh, Nicky, you, like, naughty boy!” Nikki said with a squeal.

 

“What time are we going to the hospital?” Brian asked.

 

“At ten,” Kevin replied.

 

“Okay, cool.”

 

If only they knew what was to come…

 

***

 

At ten

 

Kevin felt a sick feeling in his stomach as he and the other guys stepped off the elevator in the pediatric ward of the hospital.  He had always hated hospitals.

 

“Thanks for coming,” said a nurse, warmly shaking their hands.  “The children are so excited you’re here.  Most of them are waiting for you in the playroom, but there’s a few that are too sick to leave their beds, so you can go visit them in their rooms.”

 

The five Boys went to the playroom first and hung out with all the kids there for awhile.  Then they went to visit the other children’s rooms.  Finally, they came to the last room at the end of the hall.  Kevin walked in first and gasped aloud.  There, lying on the bed in the room, was the girl of his dreams.

 

She had raven black (yes, not just black, but raven black) hair and sapphire blue (yes, sapphire blue) eyes.  She had creamy, porcelain skin and was thin and delicate looking.  She was dressed in a hospital gown and had an IV coming out of one hand, but she still looked unbelievably sexy.

 

“Hi,” Kevin breathed.  “I’m Kevin.  What’s your name?”

 

“Like, ohmygod, I, like, can’t believe it’s really you guys!” the girl in the bed shrieked.  “I, like, love you guys so much!  Oh, and, like, my name’s, like, Safyre.  Safyre Smith.”


”Safyre,” Kevin breathed.  “That’s a beautiful name.”

 

“Like, thanks!”

 

Kevin just stared at her for a moment, taking in her beauty.  Then something struck him.  “How old are you?” he asked.

 

“Seventeen,” Safyre replied.

 

“Ohh, good,” Kevin said, sighing with relief.  He knew he couldn’t ask her out if she was under sixteen; he didn’t want to get a statutory rape charge.  But as long as she was older than sixteen, it was okay, even if she was still thirteen years younger than him.  She seemed like a bit of an airhead, but she was hot, and she was old enough for him, so he didn’t mind.  “Hey, Safyre, wanna be my girlfriend?”

 

“Ohmygod, like, of course!” Safyre cried.  “I should, like, probably, like, tell you that I, like, have, like, terminal cancer though.  I, like, hope that’s, like, not going to, like, make any difference.”

 

“Oh, no, not at all!” Kevin assured her.  Then he paused a moment.  “Wait, you can still have sex, right?  Even though you have terminal cancer?”

 

“Oh, like, yeah, totally!”

 

“Okay then!” Kevin said excitedly, leaping onto her hospital bed and throwing his arms around her, kissing her passionately.

 

“Maybe we better leave you two alone,” said Brian, herding the other Boys out of the room.

 

If only they knew what was to come…

 

***

 

 

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