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Wednesday, December 6th, 2017

While kneeling on the cool tile, I hold tightly to the seat as I hurl into the toilet. Right behind me, she happens to be, her gentle fingers holding back my hair.

With each breath, my throat burns, a bitter taste lingers in my mouth, and my stomach churns uncomfortably.

"I think I'm gonna die." I groan, leaning back til I'm sitting on the floor with my back against her.

"You're not dying," She assures me with a soft chuckle into my hair.

"Alright, Doc," I grumble, closing my eyes and wrapping my arms around my body, weakly holding myself. The smell in the boys' community bathroom is so foul.

I couldn't make it to the girls', so this was really the only option if I didn't want to vomit on the hallway floor.

"The hurling party's officially over?" She quips with a playful tone, but I must admit, I'm not finding much humor in this situation.

As I sit there, huddled against her, the waves of nausea slowly begin to subside. The room spins less violently, and the sour taste in my mouth starts to fade.

"(Y/n/n)?" Lizzie calls ever so softly. "You can't sleep on the bathroom floor." She informs me in a soft whisper against my temple.

I clumsily find myself on my knees, my hands landing on the hilariously mismatched plaid patterned pajama pants that adorably cover her thighs, as I gaze into her eyes.

She leans back on her palms, eagerly anticipating the words that are about to burst forth from my mouth, as if it couldn't be any more obvious.

"Wow, you're like the most ridiculously stunning creature I've ever laid eyes on, like totally perfect, and I'm just babbling like a goofball." I exclaim, my grin widening. Leaning in closer, my hands clench playfully onto the soft fabric of her clothes.

"Heeeey, were you wearing these before?" I ask in a hushed tone, curiosity brimming in my voice.

"Um, yeah?" she responds, her voice a gentle whisper. Her lips maintain that infectious smile. As I settle back on my knees, a silly thought pops into my mind-when did I miss it? When did she find the time to change?

As I tried to piece together the events of the night, a sense of confusion settled in. And to add to the mystery, my beloved chocolate seemed to have vanished into thin air. "Wait, where did my chocolate go?" I questioned aloud, puzzled by its sudden disappearance.

"How about we get you back to bed?" she suggested, her radiant smile still lighting up the room.

I let out a groan, allowing my head to droop. "Nah, Imma uh... I'm not even tired," I protested, attempting to resist the pull of slumber.

She chuckled softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Maybe not, but we have class in the morning," she reminded me, her concern shining through.

"Fuck school!" I exclaimed, springing up from the floor, and she followed suit. "What's even the point anyways?"

"Mm-hmm," she replied, showing her agreement or perhaps just acknowledging my frustration. With a false focus, she playfully tugged at my shirt, pulling me out of the stall.

Somewhere between leaving the stall and pushing open the bathroom door, her hand effortlessly found its way into mine, intertwining our fingers.

With a gentle yet firm grip, she guided me out and into the hall, as if she knew the path better than anyone else.