Request by @Candidlife123
The easy thing to do would be to just tell everyone I didn't feel good. But I am JJ Maybank. I am not doing that. So when they ask if I am ok or note that i am acting weird I will reply with an "all good" or a sarcastic comment.
"J!" John B shouts breaking me from my thoughts. "You sure you are good?" I nod and take a small sip of water. "The fact it is water you are sipping on and not a beer is what tells me you are lying." Kiara says gently. "Speaking to me like I am five is not going to make me share my soul Kie." I say rolling my eyes. Poor move. I get a stabbing pain in my head. I wince and I get nervous looks from everyone. I open my mouth to speak and I throw up on the floor of the boat. "Shit J." John B says concerned while Kiara barks orders. "Take us back Pope." She says quickly. "Sorry man." I say wiping my mouth and making awkward eye contact with John B. "What are you sorry for?" He asked confused. "Up chucking the breakfast you made me on your boat." I say embarrassed. "Oh don't worry about that man. How are you feeling?" I shrug. "I am good." He raised his eyebrows. "Totally not what you said two minutes ago." He says lightly. I sit back down to tired to stand. We pull up the the chateau and I stumble into the bathroom while John B and Pope clean the boat. I would help them but my stomach was seconds away from making another mess. I drop in-front of the toilet and throw up the little left in my system. I didn't notice Kiara till she was rubbing my back for me. "Thank you." I mumble flushing the toilet and standing up. She nods and I brush my teeth to get the awful taste out of my mouth. "Hey man, you can sleep in my room if you want to go lay down. The couch isn't to comfy." John B said from the doorway. I chew my lip. "Are you sure? I don't wanna intrude." He shakes his head. "Go lay down. Your my best friend. I really don't mind." I thank him and collapse onto John Bs bed. "I brought you some water and pain killers." Kiara said putting both on the night stand. I grab the painkillers and dry swallow them not wanting to throw up again. "Thanks Kie." I mumble. I was thanking a lot of people today. "I have a question." She says sitting next to me in the bed. "Shoot." I say tiredly. "Why did you say you were fine. Like all morning we were asking and you said you were ok all morning but you obviously are not fine." I sigh. "Can we talk about this later?" She shrugs. "Are you going to be honest later?" I sigh. "Fine. Because I am stressed the fuck out and don't need any extra stress. You guys watching my every move would make me sicker. Everything going on at home...I just can't do it. We are going to lose the house if we don't come up with 5 grand in two weeks. I am just sick and tired of Luke's shit." I rant. "And you felt like you couldn't tell us anything?" Kiara said sounding disappointed. "I just didn't wanna worry anyone. You with Midsummers, John B with his Pops, and Pope with college essays..." I sigh. Kiara thinks it over and puts on a stubborn face. "And we are all here for each other to make it better. Don't ever forget that J."
