"Number one: go skinny dipping." At the mere thought of me swimming naked in the ice cold lake, I give a little giggle. I grab a towel and head down the dirt path towards the lake.

My flip-flops smack the ground as I run as fast as I can, my long red hair flying out behind me. I sprint like I'm being chased, only stopping when I'm standing on the dock. This isn't healthy. All of a sudden, I break into a loud and aggressive coughing fit. Flecks of blood and spit fly out of my mouth until I finally stop, wiping my mouth.  Slipping my flip-flops off I look out over the beautiful blue water, taking another deep breath before I pull off my shorts. My shirt goes over my head and I unclasp my bra, tossing it into the pile of clothes that is now lying next to me. Next go my panties, and then I'm standing there, completely naked, on the dock. If anyone was too see me... I shake away the grotesque thoughts and step off the dock onto the soft, warm sand.

Flexing my toes, I step gingerly into the water, curling them once more when I feel the icy cold water creep up my feet as I wade deeper into the water. Suddenly, I trip over a small shell that is sticking up out of the sand and I fall face first into the water. I almost gasp until I realize that I'm underwater, and then I push back up to the surface, glaring at the shell and coughing again as I wipe my eyes.

Out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist. Immediately, I smack the arms as hard as I can which isn't very hard, considering that we're in water. Luckily the person's arms retract as soon as they realize that I'm naked. I quickly turn around and slap the person across the face. His hand flies to his face, cupping his cheek while he looks at me on amusement.

"Well hello to you too, Cupcake." he says with a smirk on his now red face. I glare at him and he raises his hands on surrender. "Why are you naked...?" Instantly my face turns dark red and my eyes widen. My hand is about to meet his cheek again before he grabs my wrist, his grip is tight but not painful.

"Would you stop that?" he says, still amused.

"No. And my name is McKenna, not Cupcake." I respond stubbornly, but he just chuckles. "Okay, look, I've got a bucket list. Because guess what? I'm not going to exist in 31 days."

His eyes widen. "Look, it's never that hard. You don't have to die." I chuckle bitterly at his words and hold up my wrist. He gingerly fingers the hospital bracelet. "Leukemia." His face saddens and I place my hand over his mouth.

"Don't tell me you're sorry. I'm-you just met me." He pulls my hand away and nods slowly. Once more realizing the situation we're in, I blush even harder when his hand finally releases my wrist after caressing the back of my hand in comfort.

"So, um..." he sighs in embarrassment. "You wanna, you know, change...?" I blush again and nod quickly.

"Turn around." I order sassily, stepping out of the icy water. I hurry to the dock with warm sand clinging to my wet feet. Pulling on my panties, I slide my bra straps over my shoulders and clasp the back. Slipping my shorts back on, I pull my t-shirt over my head and slide my flip-flops on. "Okay, you can look now." He turns around quickly and his eyes scan my body from top to bottom and back again.

"My name's Jack." he said suddenly. "Jack Greene." I burst into laughter. "What did I say?" he asks in bewilderment.

"I-I thought you were gonna say that your name was J-Jack Black!" I cry, and laugh again. This time it turns quickly into a cough and I stand hunched over as blood flies from my mouth along with spit. All of a sudden, I fall to my knees. "Jack!" I cough.

"McKenna!" is the last thing I hear before my world goes black.