I wake up the next day to the sound of music coming from the bathroom. I look over and see Keefe putting hair product in his hair while singing along to That's What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction.

"What are you doing??" I ask still half asleep.

Keefe yelps dropping the container of product. "What are you doing?" He yells over the music.

"I was trying to sleep." I yell.

Keefe turns off the music. "Well Foster with me as a roommate you're never going to sleep again."

"Great." I mumble climbing out of bed. "In that case I'm going to need coffee."

"Coffee?" Keefe asks. "They have that?"

"Absolutely." I say. " Get ready and we can go down for breakfast."

"Deal!" He says. "I'm turning the music back on!"

"Get out of the bathroom so I can change!" I yell.

"Fine!" He yells leaving the bathroom. I grab some clothes from my drawer and walk into the bathroom.

I close the half door and climb into the shower, thankfully the shower has a full curtain so I'm able to change without anyone seeing me. I change into the clothes then leave the bathroom. "You can continue."

"Thank you." He says. He walks back into the bathroom. "I'm turning my music back on."

"Ok." I tell him laughing not believing him. He turns the music back on and continues singing along and doing his hair. Around 30 minutes later he'd finally finished.

"Ok let's go for breakfast!" He says.

"Finally!" I sigh. I grab my air tank and we leave. We take the elevator to the main floor and take some turns till we get to the cafeteria. "Take what you want."

He walks over to the pancake makers and makes himself a batch of pancakes. I make myself waffles and get a cup of coffee.

"Can you make me one?" Keefe asks from the pancake machine.

"Yeah what kind do you want?" I ask grabbing another cup.

"Same as you." He says.

"Ok." I fill his cup with coffee then add pumpkin spice cream, whipped cream and cinnamon to it. "Here you go."

"What is this?" He asks.l taking the coffee.

"Pumpkin spice." I tell him.

"Really?" He asks taking a sip.

I shrug taking a sip."What can I say? I'm a basic white girl."

He smiles. "What's the plan for today? Do we have to follow a schedule?"

"The morning we stay in our rooms or with a doctor for treatment then the afternoon we can go to the room."

"Ok. Sounds like a plan!" He continues to eat his pancakes after awhile Biana comes down.

"Sophie!" She calls, I look over she's holding a muffin and a bowl of cereal in one hand and her crutches in the other

"Hey Bi!" I call. Do you need help?"

"No. I got this." She half hops half walks over to us  sitting down beside me.

"Hi Keefe." She smiles putting her crutches under the table then adjusting her sweater to cover her wrists.

"Hi Biana." He says. "That's your name right? Biana?"

"Yeah that's my name." She smiles with a small laugh. We all continue to eat.

"Wheres Fitz?" I ask.

"Probably sleeping or something. He was really mad last night." Biana says with a shrug.

"Oh ok." I say.

"I'm done." Keefe announces.

"Same." Biana says.

I shove the last bit of waffle in my mouth. "Me too! I say but it comes out as "He hoo!"

I take Bianas bowl and my plate and mug and bring them to the dirty dish station.

"Thanks Soph." She says grabbing her crutches hobbling over.

"Of course!" I say. The three of us walk back heading up the elevator to our rooms.

Keefe and I get into our room. 

"Ah there you are Sophie. It's time to start your chemotherapy." Elwin says.

"Today?" I ask. "I thought I wouldn't do chemotherapy because it wouldn't help with me."

"The doctors want to try it but if you don't want to we don't have to its your body." Elwin says gently.

"Maybe later." I say. "I want to talk with Grady and Edaline first."

"Ok. I'll tell the doctors that." Elwin says then turns to Keefe. "How are you doing so far?"

"Really good!" Keefe says with a smile. 

"I'm so glad. I have to go now ,but remember no leaving till 1 o'clock." Elwin says turning on his heel leaving shutting the door behind him.

"So what do you want to do?" I ask Keefe.

"Personally I want to blast music and paint." Keefe says.

"Alrighty then." I say. "You blast your music and paint."

"Wait really?" He asks. " I can?"

"Yeah absolutely." I say. "The walls are sound proof so no one would be able to hear the music except you and me."

Keefe grins running to his bedside table. He grabs his phone and a small speaker connecting it then turning the music on.

Paper rings by Taylor Swift plays. "Wait not this one!" Keefe scrolls on his phone changing it to That's What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction.

I laugh when it starts to blast. Keefe turns to me with a paint brush in hand.

"You're insecure, don't know what for."

I grab my hairbrush from my bedside table. "You're turning heads when you walk through the door."

Keefe stands up on the bed. "Don't need makeup to cover up!"

Bein' the way that you are is enough!" I stand up on my bed.

"Everyone else in the room can see it!" 

Keefe and I sing in unison. "Everyone else but youuu!"

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NO-BODY ELSE!" We scream.

The door slams open. "What is going on in here??" Elwin screams over the blasting music.

Keefe and I both scream. I quickly turn the music off. 

"Whats going on in here?" Elwin repeats.

"We we're singing." Keefe says then turns to me. "I thought the walls we're sound proof!"

"They are!" I yell.

"They are" Elwin agrees. "For the most part. All I could hear was muffled screaming."

"Oh.." Keefe and I both say. "Opps.."

"Yeah so keep it down a bit." Elwin closes the door. I turn the music back on a tad quieter.

"The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed!" I sing. Keefe flips his hair around.

"The way you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell you don't know, oh-oh you dont know your beautiful!" Keefe sings.

"woah.." I mumble dropping the hairbrush.

Keefe shuts the music off. "You ok?"

"It's just getting hard to breath." I say sitting down. 

"oh crap.. Is there something you need me to do??" He panics. "call a doctor? Do a dance? call 911?"

"Could you get me some water?" I ask.

"Yep!" Keefe grabs the cup from my bedside table and fills it up with water handing it to me. "Anything else?" 

"No, I just need to relax for a bit. You can paint now." I say.

"Ok." He grabs his sketch book, paints, water and brushes and sits at the desk. I grab my book and read while taking small sips from the water. "What should I paint?"

"Hmm. How about a sunset"

"Ok."