I'm telling you, she's mine!

I'm telling you, she's mine!-21

Time for chapter 21! Wow, can't believe I've wrote this much. Anyway, lets get on with the story!

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Chapter 21

*Dan's P.O.V*

Mum came home late on Sunday afternoon. I'm guessing she had a great date with Dr. Carter (still don't know his first name). I was just so worried about her last night that she might of been kidnapped or something. She's brave to be going back to his on the first date. She had no idea what could've happened. Or maybe she did?

"Hiya, honey!" Mum shouted happily to me through the door.

"Hey. Good date?"

"Yep! It was great. I bet you know what we did right?" She said winking. Seeing as it had always pretty much been me and mum she had to have 'the talk' with me and since then we've been pretty open to each other about sex.

"Haha! Trust you to do the dirty on the first date. You better of used protection. I don't want any little brothers or sisters okay!"

"Oops."

3 weeks later

I hadn't heard from Becca in a while. I wonder how she's doing and whether she's getting any better or not. So I decided to ring her for a catch up chat.

*RING RING*

"Hey, Bex."

"Hiya." she sounded terrible.

"You okay? You sound really ill."

"No not really. I think I'm coming down with something. I've got a terrible headache and I keep being sick. Oh god. I'll be right back." she left the phone line on and all I could hear was her throwing her little guts up in the toilet.

"Blurgh. I'm back. I don't know what's up with me. I hope it ends soon."

"Well I hope you get well soon. How are your ribs and ankle?"

"My ribs are slowly healing Dr. Rosavelt said. She said that I've made a spectacular recovery so far and that my ribs should be back to normal within a matter of months. My ankle is getting better slowly. I'm still on the crutches and tablets though but she said if I keep going as I am for the next few weeks my ankle will be back to normal in no time. And if not normal, then something close to it."

"Good! That's good! I can't wait to see back and walking normal again. Want me to come over?"

"No no. If I've got a bug or something, I don't want you catching anything."

"Aww. That's sweet well see you tomorrow then."

*END OF CALL*

~~ (Next day)

*Becca's P.O.V*

I woke up this morning at around 6am and was violently sick. My mum came running into the bathroom and was holding my hair up whilst rubbing my back to calm me down.

"Honey, you've been throwing up like this for the past few days. I think it's time we talk."

"About?" I said in between gushes of throwing up.

"You," there was a pause. "And Dan."

"Okay. What about us?" I had finally stopped being sick.

"Well. You know that day that Alison walked in on you..." She trailed off.