I'm Gonna Miss You

Chapter 3: Date Night

That morning I woke up feeling heavy and exhausted. Even with more than 10 hours of sleep under my belt I woke up with barely enough energy to open my eyes. I placed a palm to my head, wondering if there was anything there weighing me down, but no such thing. I tried to sit up in bed but as soon as my head distanced itself from my pillow, I got a splitting headache.

"Ow!" I grumbled.

Slouching forward, with my hands gripping my head, I cringed. Squeezing my eyes tight, to lessen the pain, I threw my blanket off the bed. The instant it landed on the floor, I felt the chilly air seep into my body. Why was it so cold today?

I looked over at my aircon which switched off by the timer I set it to 6 am. If it wasn't the aircon, then why was my room so cold? I didn't notice that I unconsciously covered my arms with my hands, shivering from the sudden cold.

I heard Nelson making a ruckus downstairs, in the kitchen. He's probably trying to make breakfast. He usually ate scrambled eggs, that he "cooked". By that, I mean he burns it every single time, leaving the house to smell of overcooked egg. Me on the other hand, I hated eggs. There was just something about the smell and the yolk. The breakfast that I cooked was always bacon.

I thought about making some for myself today, since there was no other meal in the house. Well, no meal I'd be willing to prepare.

Just as I pictured the image of the delicious morning meal, something weird happened. The greasy strip, which I would usually rejoice at, was now making me want to throw up.

"What the..." I mumbled, confused from my sudden disgust.

I raised an eyebrow, wondering why I felt so sick. Duh, it's cause I am sick. I rolled my eyes at the sarcastic voice inside my head. Although it was technically my voice, sometimes it just blurted out whatever it wanted, without my consent.

"Tough it out, Lilah." I squinted to the direction of the window. "Just smile. Mind over matter."

My previous note was still there on the window, but what caught my eye was the new note from "D".

'Good morning!'

At first I wondered why she was awake so early, but upon checking my phone, I realized she wasn't up early, I woke up late. It was already 11.

'Morning.'

I added a sad face beside the paper and posted it onto my window. Struggling to keep my eyes open, I walked out of my room. Slowly creeping down the stairs, I felt my head throb with every step I took. I grunted, taking my last step.

How'd I even get sick? I thought about it as I walked into the kitchen. I saw the four empty chairs there and took a seat on one. I rubbed my forehead with one of my palms and leaned my elbow on the surface of the table.

"Morning. Back to waking up late, huh?" I could hear Nelson chuckling.

The sensation of throwing up rolled in my throat. The smell of the dried out eggs, danced through the room. I covered my mouth with my other hand and dry heaved.

"Don't be such a drama queen, it's not that bad!" He set his plate across from me, strengthening my reflux.

I wasn't paying much attention to what he was going on about. I realized why I got sick. It must have been going out to that bar last night. I thought back to the crowd that was crammed itself into "The Hot Shot". What a name for a bar.

"Ly!" Nelson snapped, and pulled me out of my own thoughts.

"What?" I struggled to crane my head and meet his eyes, my voice coming out in a whisper.