CHAPTER NINE
At 6:15, my dad got home. we cooked dinner together like we usually do. i like to keep him company as often as i can. Ever since we don't see Anthony that much, he hasn't been the same. I know he's still glad that I'm here though; but he only ever had one son. I can see why he would be upset.
We made Penne Vodka. My favorite!
"So how was your day, Ry?" My dad asked.
"It was alright. How about yours?" I didn't want to tell him about my little mishap with Rebecca. My dad and I are pretty close but I just didn't feel comfortable telling him that his little girl did something rebelious for a change.
"Good! Except one our older patients passed away in her sleep last night." He said with disappointment in his voice.
"Oh no, that's terrible!" I say frowning.
We just small talked for the rest of the time we were making dinner and throughout it. He was excited to meet Cody in just two days.
After dinner I went upstairs to do my homework. At least I only had language arts. It was one of the few subjects I was actually good at. I had to write a five paragraph story about whatever I wanted. It took me about an hour to finish it, and by the time I got done and took a shower, it was 8:30. I text Cody until I fell asleep.
That night I had trouble sleeping for some reason. I didn't feel very good at all either. I was stuffy, had a terrible headache, and I felt like I was burning up. At 3:30 I couldn't take it anymore so i went into my dad's room. He took my temperature. I had a fever of 100.6. At least I got to stay home from school. He gave me some medicine to keep my fever down and to help my head. I just hoped that I would be feeling better by tomorrow because Cody was supposed to come over.
I woke up that morning at 11:00. I checked my phone and I saw that Cody had text me at 7:20.
*PHONE CONVERSATION*
Cody; Hey babe! Have fun at school today <3 can't wait to see you tomorrow (:
Me; I'm. So. Sick. I stayed home from school ): I better be better by tomorrow!
Cody; Aww! I'm coming over. I need to cheer you up. I'll bring the soup (;
Me; no don't. I don't want to get you sick for your shows coming up!
Cody; Well that's too bad because i'm already on my way (:
Me; you suck<3
Cody; (:
3 minutes later I heard a knock at the door. I went downstairs and saw Cody.
"Hey." I say sounding tired and my voice cracking.
"You don't sonund too good." He says with a frown.
"I don't feel it either." I say.
"You should get some sleep. Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked me.
"No I'm good but thanks. I'm going to lay on the couch." I replied and headed over to the couch.
I sat down and turned on the T.V. Cody sat next to me and put his arm around me. I cuddled into him and I felt so warm. Or maybe that was just my fever...but anyway, he kiss my head, and i eventualy fell asleep on him.
When I woke up I was still on the couch, cuddled up to Cody. I rubbed my eyes and he noticed I was awake.
"Hey there Sleeping Beauty. Your dad called. He wants me to stay here with you because he's going to be working late at the hospital. I'm supposed to give you your medicine too." Cody says.
"Oh okay. I say and my voice sounded shot.
He gently lifted me off his shoulder and went over to get my medicine and water so i could swallow the pill.
"Thanks." I say and swallow the pill.
I was wearing a sweatshirt but I was getting too warm so i decided to take it off. I was only wearing a purple cami underneath it.
When I took it off Cody stared at my shoulder, clearly confused.
"What.....?" I say. Then I look down and realize he was looking at my scar.
"What happened Ryan?" Cody asked me curiously.
"Nothing." I say quickly and go to put my sweatshirt back on.
He stopped me and said "No, it's not nothing. What happened? Where is it from?"
I just looked down, feeling a lump in the back of my throat. I hated explaining this to people. It was easier to just pretend it never happened.
"When I was seven, There was a really bad thunderstorm. My mom, dad, Anthony, and I were driving to visit family in New York. There were drunk drivers coming at us, and they swerved into our lane.....and you can tell what happened from there..." I say and at that the tears begin to fall.
"Ryan, I...." Cody begins but then trails off. He just pulled me into a tight hug and rocks me back and forth, just like my dad would do whenever I cried thinking about my mom.
"I got the scar from the glass that cut me from the window." I added.
I begin crying harder and all Cody does is hold me tight in his arms and whisper that he loves me every so often. We stayed like that for about 20 minutes until I can finally breath again, and the tears slowed down.
"I'm sorry." I say to Cody.
"Don't be sorry. It's a horrible feeling loosing someone you love." He says.
He always knew the right thing to do, andt he right thing to say. If I was upset, he could tell if I wanted to talk about it or not. If we were walking in silence, he could tell if I wanted him to say somehting, or if I wanted him to kiss me. He was amazing.
