Just so you're aware, all of the side effects and ways of dealing with the side effects that are written are not accurate to every person. It's different for most people and a lot of people deal with it differently because everyone's bodies are different, this is just what I know from my own experiences.

Anyway, there are so TWs for this chapter! But here's just a forewarning there is vomiting in this chapter and there are needles mentioned. Stay safe and enjoy!

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When Grian woke up, he was back in his bed at home. He felt really... weird. He was exhausted and his limbs felt so heavy. Staring at the ceiling, he felt himself start to drift off again, then he felt nauseous.

Really nauseous.

Grian tossed the covers off of himself and darted for the door of his room. He threw the door open and vomited all over Joel, who was standing there with a plate of food.

"I guess you won't be wanting this, then?" the brunette asked awkwardly with a soft smile as Grian panted.

The boy looked up at him. "You think?"

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"Doc should've warned us beforehand about the vomiting," Joel sighed as Lizzie walked into the room with a bucket. "Babe, go lay down! You're supposed to be resting."

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I'm only four months," she said. "I'm fine to walk around with an empty bucket."

Joel narrowed his eyes at her. "You wouldn't say that if you were seven and a half months," he said.

"But I'm not, so I will say it." Lizzie handed the bucket to Grian and kissed his forehead. "I'll grab you something small to eat, alright? And some tea."

Grian blinked. "I thought you weren't supposed to eat anything when you're sick?"

"This is different," Joel said as Lizzie left the room. "Right now, your body needs nurtients and protein more than usual because the chemo can cause a lot of problems if you're unhealthy during the treatment."

"So, I have to eat constantly?" Grian deadpanned. "Are you serious?"

Joel yawned and rubbed at his eyes. "Not constantly," he said. "Just... a bit more than normal. You're going to feel pretty nauseous while your body is adjusting to the chemo, so you'll have to eat in smaller portions more frequently. You'll probably have to eat like this for the rest of the week, then on every day you get the chemo shots."

Grian looked uneasy at the mention of the shots. "How often do I have to take them?" he murmured.

"Doc said every three or four days," Joel answered, then he yawned again. "Every two weeks, you'll have a week off so your body doesn't get over-exhausted."

Grian seemed to relax a little bit. "I'm just glad it's not every day," he said with a sigh.

Joel smiled. "You'll be alright," he said. "Just Think less about the needle and more about the fact that you're going to get better. Okay?"

Grian nodded. "Okay."

"And make sure you eat, alright? You need the strength." Joel stood up and kissed the top of Grian's head. "I have to go get some schoolwork done, but you can shoot me a text if you need something. I love you."

"I love you, too, Dad." Grian sighed when Joel left. "This cancer thing really fucking sucks," he grumbled.

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"My town was a wasteland... full of cages, full of fences, pageant queens, and big pretenders, but for some it was paradise..."

"Scar, why are you listening to Taylor Swift?"

The boy in question screamed and jumped out of his seat at his computer. "Mumbo!" he whined. "Knock next time!"

Scar's boyfriend giggled. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Scar let out a hmph. "I'm listening to Taylor Swift because her music is a work of art and a masterpiece, thank you," he huffed, making Mumbo laugh more. He glanced at his computer and rushed to turn the screen off.

"I've never seen your room before," Mumbo said, looking around at all of the sculptures and paintings around Scar's room. "Wow... you're so talented."

Scar blushed. "It's... mostly junk," he murmured. "And some of it is literally junk." He picked up a makeshift statue of his cat, Jellie. "This was made with my parents' old DVDs," he said.

Mumbo blinked. "Junk?" he echoed. "Babe, all of this is incredible! They should make an entire museum just for your work."

"Stop, it's just a bunch of garbage-"

"No, seriously," Mumbo interrupted, spotting an open Harry Potter book on a small table. All of the pages on one half were cut out in the middle and inside was a paper staircase made of the cut-out pages. "This is so cool!" He looked next to it to see another open Harry Potter book, this time with a paper figure of Harry Potter holding up his wand. "I mean, just look at this!" He turned back to Scar, who was crying, and rushed over. "Why are you crying?"

Scar sobbed as Mumbo hugged him. "You really like it that much?" he cried.

Mumbo smiled. "Yes," he said. "Hasn't anybody ever told you how great this is?"

"M-my nana has," he murmured, "but she has to say it's good 'cause she's my nana..."

"Well, I'm saying it because it's fucking awesome," Mumbo said proudly, then kissed Scar's temple. "Come on, don't cry, babe."

Scar rubbed at his eyes. "I can't help it," he whined. "I'm a crybaby."

Mumbo let out a small 'aww' and rubbed Scar's back. "You're my favourite crybaby," he said fondly, to which Scar lightly punched his side. "What? I said you're my favourite!" He laughed when Scar pulled away to give him a half-assed glare. He smiled fondly at the brunette, admiring the light tint of pink on his cheeks and the little scar across his nose and the way his hair so effortlessly fell over his shoulders when he began to laugh and how his eyes scrunched up as he smiled... "I love you so much, Scar," he breathed, and Scar beamed at him.

"I love you, too, Mumbo!"

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Scootie Patootie
wanna come over?
my parents arent home ;)

Jimmy felt his face heat up at the text, knowing exactly what that meant as he typed his response.

Jimmy
Sure
Just..
No glitter this time please?

Scootie Patootie
no promises!
muah <3

Sighing, Jimmy got up from the sofa and headed into the kitchen where Daniel was trying to figure out what was wrong with his cake.

"Is it the colour of the frosting?" he murmured to himself. "Maybe it's the shape... Yeah, a rectangle probably would've been better looking."

"I'm going to Scott's," Jimmy said, grabbing his car keys of counter and shaking them a little bit. He'd just gotten his license and he really liked bragging to his father that he could go places on his own. In lighthearted way, of course.

Daniel looked up and smiled. "Be home before nine. And bring home some of their pasta salad if they have any," he said with a wink.

Jimmy laughed. "Dad, I can make that here."

"Oh, I know, but Amanda's is so much better," Daniel whined, earning a glare from Jimmy. "Sorry, but I gotta be honest, kiddo."

"Sure, I'll bring home some pasta salad."

The drive was a short one, Scott lived in the same subdivision, but that didn't mean Jimmy didn't totally jam out to the Waterparks on the way there.

Scott was waiting on the porch in a beige tanktop and baggy blue trousers with an orange scarf in his hair. He waved when Jimmy pulled into the driveway, smiling brightly.

"Hey, Scoot," Jimmy said with a smile, Scott rolling their eyes at the nickname.

"Oh hush," they said, then pulled Jimmy in for a quick kiss. "Get inside and take your shirt off, hottie."

Jimmy's cheeks turned red at the comment. "There are less suggestive ways of saying that," he mumbled, and Scott laughed.

"Oh, I know," he giggled as he followed Jimmy inside and shut the door behind him. "Shirt off."

Jimmy did as he was told and Scott shoved him against the wall. "How come you don't have to take off your shirt?" he asked teasingly before Scott kissed him.

"Because I'm not getting a makeover," the cyanette said. "Besides, you look really hot without a shirt on." He grabbed Jimmy's hand and began to lead him up the stairs. "What colour do you want your hair?"

"What colours do you have?" Jimmy asked, still flustered.

"All of them."

Jimmy snickered. "I wouldn't put it past you," he joked. "How about pink?"

Scott blinked. "You want pink hair?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Okay, Barbie," Scott said with a laugh. They stopped when they reached the bathroom and Scott reached into a cabinet that was full of hair dye. "What kind of pink?" He pulled out three boxes. One of them was a very light, soft pink; the second was a bold, hot pink; and the third looked more like magenta.

"Uh... the pink one?"

Scott gave Jimmy an unimpressed stare before sighing and putting away the two darker pinks. "Sit down on that stool right there," he ordered, and Jimmy listened. "Y'know, I just dyed Aman- ugh, Mom's hair pink the other day." They grumbled something about always forgetting to call Amanda his mom as he opened the box with scissors.

"Amanda has pink hair?" Jimmy gasped. "I want to see that."

"It's really pretty on her," Scott said. They pulled out a pair of black gloves and tossed them into the trash. "Gloves are for pussies."

Jimmy snorted. "Your hands are going to get stained," he said, his partner shrugging in response.

"Oh well." He snipped the top off of the bottle of dye and held it over Jimmy's head, squeezing a large glob of it right onto him. "No going back now."

Jimmy shivered at how cold the dye was. "Nope."

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"There you go, Barbie," Scott teased as he finished fluffing up Jimmy's new hair. He smiled fondly at his boyfriend. "You look so cute!"

Jimmy smiled, his cheeks turning pink, and looked in the mirror. "Woah..." He laughed. "Pink looks good on me!"

Scott giggled. "It really does," they said, then they pulled out their phone. "Hold still, I wanna get a picture." He took the picture and typed for a second, then pocketed the phone. "Time for makeup!" Grabbing Jimmy's hand, they pulled him out of the bathroom and over to their bedroom.

Jimmy sat down at Scott's vanity as Scott pulled out his makeup bag.

"We have to do something pink to match your hair," Scott said, Jimmy staring lovingly at them whilst they searched through their makeup. "Something Barbie would wear, obviously, to complete the Barbie look."

"I'm not a Barbie doll-"

"Yes, you are." Scott leaned over and kissed Jimmy's forehead, cupping his cheek in their hand. "And you're my favourite Barbie doll." He winked and Jimmy's face flushed. "Now, just sit still and close your eyes..."

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"I look like a drag queen," Jimmy said, and Scott cackled.

"No, you look like Barbie!" he said, barely being able to get enough air in his lungs from how hard he was laughing. "Babe-"

"I should be signed up for a drag race at this point," Jimmy continued as he stared in the mirror, making Scott laugh even harder. "This was your plan this whole time, wasn't it?"

Scott practically folded in half, clutching at his stomach as he dropped to floor from laughing so hard. He shook his head, not being able to answer through his laughing.

Jimmy smiled at them. Their laugh is so pretty. "How's the floor taste?" he teased.

"Sh-shut up," Scott managed between giggles.

It took them a while, but they finally calmed down.

"Babe, you look so pretty," they said to Jimmy before kissing him. He went to pull away, but Jimmy stopped him so the kiss lasted longer. "Aww, you like my kisses?"

Jimmy smiled at him. "I love your kisses."

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Grian looked at his phone when he got a notification from Instagram saying Scott made a new post. He checked it to see Jimmy with pink hair and a lot of makeup on.

"Dad!" he shouted, to which Joel responded with a loud "Yeah?" Grian snickered before shouting, "Scott made Jimmy into a Barbie!"

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Jimmy is a Barbie doll, it's canon.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was so much fun to do. Have a wonderful rest of your day or evening, wherever you are. Love y'all! <33 /gen/p