The Sickly Stomachache

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Marley POV
Ryder was staying overnight, even though tomorrow is Monday. It was okay, because we were so comfortable together now, and my mom was gone for the week.

"Hey, Marley, almost done?" I was kneeling in front of the toilet, with a bad stomachache, ready to throw up.

"Not really, sorry, I have a bad stomachache. I think I might throw up. You should go downstairs and watch TV or something. I don't want to keep you waiting," I say.

He probably thought I was barfing up my breakfast (I told him I had cereal, but I wasn't hungry.) He knocks on the door. "Marley, can I come in? Please?"

I open the door, not ready for what he was about to do. "Ryder, I think I ate something funny at Breasstix or something, I feel really sick."

He comes and sits next to me. What is he doing? "What are you doing, Ryder?" He starts rubbing my back and singing a song, which I don't recognize.

I start to cry because my stomach hurts almost as bad as period cramps and he's being so sweet. "Ryder!"

"Shh. Are you okay, Marley? I'm going to stay here until you're okay."

That was so adorable, it made me cry harder. "Ryder! I, I, my, my, stomach, but, you. . . Ryder."

He hugs me and I let my tears stream into his shirt. He breaks the hug only to bring me into a kiss. "Marley, I came here to spend time with you, no matter what you do. I have to go to Bloomingdale's to pick up my car, but do you want to come with me?"

"Oh, oh, oh, okaayyy," I sob. "Sorry about that, by the way, we should have driven home."

"It's okay, let's go," he says, picking me up like I'm a small school girl. "Ready, babe?"

"Yeah, wait, I need to get ready, though. Alright, I'll be downstairs."

I do my makeup, really simply, and change. I'm ready now.

AN: Sorry if you thought Marley was pregnant, she's not. (They haven't had sex yet.) by the way, I was totally basing this off of Colleen Ballinger's story of when she had a stomachache and then Joshua, sat next to her on the dirty floor and comforted her. That was so sweet, and I love her, so I basically took her love story and put it on here. Bye!

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