A couple of months pass by.....
I wake up one morning feeling absolutely horrible. I text Tori.
*Hey, don't feel to good. Staying home today*
*Okay, I'm coming over. I'll skip school because you're sick*
*Okay*
I walk out of my room and downstairs. I unlock the front door so Tori can just walk in and walk into the kitchen. I open the cabinet looking at what kinds of cereal we have. I find Tori's favorite, Cheerios, and pour them into two bowls.
I hear the door unlock and footsteps. Not Tori's footsteps but James's. I text Tori.
*Thought you were coming?*
*Mom said no. Sent James instead.*
*Okay*
"I'm in the kitchen!" I yell.
James walks in the kitchen and hugs me. I hug him back. He leans in to kiss me but I turn away so he kisses my cheek. He looks confused and hurt.
"I'm sick. That's why you can't kiss me," I say.
"Oh. What's wrong?"
"Stomach."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"Do you need to go to the doctor?"
"Yes. I'm going to get my mom or Tori to take me."
"Oh. Well I'll tell you need her to come over and take you to the doctor as soon as possible."
"Thanks."
He hugs me and then walks out the door. I walk back upstairs and take a short nap. I'm awoken by my phone going off. It's a text from Tori.
*Morning, sunshine. Now come outside. I'm waiting.*
I slip on my shoes and run downstairs. I run outside and hop into her car. She asks if I'm feeling any better and I tell her its only getting worse. She drives off and soon we're on our way to the doctor's office.
