I'll get better

That... Is Gross. Seriously.

Okay, so a really awesome person named TylerCrow8 said I should update, so here goes. Listening to You're Not Sorry by Taylor Swift, so this might actually be sad. I'll try not to, because this fanfic being sad would just be stupid. If I start typing song lyrics blame- YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL!

ANYMORE! I WON'T PICK UP THE PHONE- sorry. Taylor Swift.

We were watching Girly Cow when one of the main characters, my favorite one in fact, ate a sabotaged batch of chocolate. Hmm where could that be from? I watched in disgust as she puked into a bucket. This was not helping my flipping stomach.

"That is gross. Seriously." I said, furrowing my eyebrows. Suddenly I couldn't help my stomach anymore, I ran to the bathroom and puked. Carly and Freddie ran after me, and sat down on either side of me.

"I'm getting Spencer!" Carly exclaimed, horrified by the mess that was my lunch.

Freddie rubbed my back, and then pulled out a hair tie. At first I wondered why he had one, but I figured having two girls as best friends would make you accumulate that kind of stuff. He put my hair up, and continued making circular motions on my back.

Holy crap See You Again just came on. Why do I love this song so much?!?! WE'VE COME A LOOOOOOOOONG WAY

FROM WHERE WE'VE BEGAN

Carly came back, this time Spencer following.

"So what's u- HOLY CHIZ SAM!! I'll.. I'll get the thermometer!"

He ran off, shouting "Puke! Puke! What do I do? I'M TOO YOUNG".

Every five seconds.

I was just about done when Spencer came back in with the thermometer.

"Oh, no, 101.5 degrees! What is it supposed to be, Freddie?!?!"

".....98.6 degrees."

That, is not good.

"Well, what do we do?!?!"

"Why am I in charge?!?"

"Because Spencer's a man-child!" Carly cut in.

"Well, okay then," Freddie said. "It's just a high temperature and vomit, it's probably just.. food poisoning or something. Let's just go to the doctor's."

We all got into Spencer's car, Carly in the passenger's seat and me and Freddie in the back. My belly button hurt. I settled my head on Freddie's shoulder, and he looked at me in alarm.

"You know, maybe she's not okay."

My stomach started hurting painfully, like sharp knives through my stomach painful. Freddie slowly put his arm around me, looking at me for approval. He could see I was too weak to do or say anything, though, so he continued. We reached a bump in the road and I yelped. Freddie's arm quickly tightened around me, a reflex move I'm sure, but the pressure on my waist hurt REALLY bad. I yelped again, (Seriously, I'm starting to sound like a puppy here), and he frowned.

"Get there quick, Spencer." Freddie said.

When we finally pulled in the parking lot, Freddie got out first and opened the car door. We walked into the doctor's office and filled in the paper for a walk-in. I half expected Spencer to ask me when my last period was (Big Bang Theory anyone?) But Spencer filled in the whole thing himself, except when he had to ask Freddie what a word meant. Oh Spencer.