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a normal girl, but I don't care. These two boys, as crazy and pig headed as they might be at times, are all I really have in this world.
    I'm not sure what I'd do without either of them in my life.
    "You need any coffee?" Mindy, the photographer's  assistant asks me with a warm smile. She's nice, we've met on set a few other times, but I always feel bad for her. She's like the bottom of the bottom feeders here in L.A., but she always has a smile on her face and always makes sure I'm comfortable. There aren’t many managers and assistants in my position, but Lane insists he doesn't need anyone else but me and his financial people, so I don't fight him on it. It just means I’m twice as busy than most, but that's ok with me.
    "Sure, that'd be great," I say, smiling back. She looks so excited that she actually has a task to do that I kind of feel bad for not befriending her and helping her through these long days.  I remember just starting off with Lane and how sitting in one spot watching him model for six hours straight got boring. Luckily after a while he got so big that my time was always taken up by emails and phone calls scheduling the next big shoot for him, and always keeping busy.
    "Here ya go." Mindy hands me my coffee, black. With shaky nervous hands, she hands over some creams and sugars, smiling sweetly as she turns and walks away.
    Mmm, coffee.
    As soon as I have it mixed exactly as I like it, I put it to my mouth for that first savory drink, and Lane's phone starts going off on the side table next to me. During shoots he leaves his phone with me so that I can take any important calls, so it's typical that I answer it. Glancing over at him, he must have heard it ring and is watching me as I answer. The unknown name and number aren't anything alarming to me since he doesn't have everyone in the city programmed into his phone, but the minute I see the look on his face, right as I'm answering, I know something's not right.
    "Hello?" I answer, not my typical professional greeting when taking calls for him but I have a gut feeling this isn't a professional call.
    "Yes, this is Dr. Stanley's office calling for Lane Sheridan. Is he available?"
    Doctor?
    "Um... I'm his assistant taking his calls while he's on a shoot right now. I can take a mesasge for you." He's staring at me with huge eyes and my hands are starting to shake. I’ve known him for too long to misplace that look. That's the look of fear. Like I shouldn't have answered this call.
    Like he's hiding something from me.
    "We have the results from the biopsy and need him to come in as soon as possible. Are you able to schedule that for him or will he need to call us back?"
    Biopsy? As soon as possible? What the hell did he do? What's going on right now? Lane didn't have a biopsy... biopsy's mean cancer and he would have told me something that big, right?
    "I um..." I stammer. "I... just let me..." I start searching through my tablet with shaky fingers, trying to pull up the calendar with his shoots this week but I'm starting to shake so bad I can't get to it. "Shit, I'm sorry... I just..."
    "Here," his voice whispers from behind me, his warm hand laying on my shoulder. "I got this, Al." He locks eyes with mine and I feel the sudden urge to cry.
    He had a biopsy without even telling me! Oh my God, what if he's dying!
    "Oh shit," I whisper, watching him walk away with the phone to his ear.
    "Everything ok?" Mindy asks with pure, innocent worry.
    "Uh... yea... things are great." I take a deep breath as to not worry the others on set that something's wrong with Lane and muster up a smile. "Thanks for the coffee, it's perfect," I say, nodding towards it on the table. I'd love to take a drink right now but my hands in my pockets are still shaking and I don't feel like burning myself.
    Cancer.
    Dr. Stanley. He's the cancer doctor to the stars. I heard about him last year when one of the pop stars had cancer. He's apparently really good. So that’s good,