A/N: Before you read: Say goodbye to a character!
Hola I am here at camp in my free time because I'm trying to rest before I have to do tribal wars.
Update: it is now the last night at 12:36 A.M. and we r turning up and singing the whip in our bunk beds and our chaperone is getting mad.
Update: I am now at home and am writing bye.
Update: we were making gay jokes at camp about this rainbow candy and our youth pastors got mad lol bye.
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*Mitch's POV*
Did I fall asleep?
I fell asleep.
Is it nighttime?
I check my phone.
It's 7 A.M.
I roll over to see an empty place beside me.
Scott's gone?
I quickly sit up and check for any texts from Scott.
From: Scott: Hey babe :) We have an interview at 8:00 on this morning show thing and then rehearsal. We'll be back later. Love you.
I groan and lean my head against the headboard.
I hate being sick.
What should I do?
I pull out my laptop to find that it's dead.
Go figure.
I roll over on my side and check Twitter.
Wow, this is boring.
I feel like crap.
I see a notification flash at the top of my screen.
Devil Jonathan: Where are you? You have a performance later!
I quickly text him my situation and lay back down.
My phone buzzes again and I look at my screen.
Devil Jonathan: We don't have time to rearrange the show. Get down here.
That's it.
I send him back a VERY angry text with some words that I can't repeat.
If it was Kirstie or Scott, he would let them be sick and stay in bed.
He tells me that he's coming to get me and I groan.
I push myself up in the bed and sit on the edge for a minute, trying to calm my dizziness.
I slide my shoes on my feet and prepare to stand up.
My head is pounding and my stomach is turning.
I stand up and feel a wave of nausea rush through my body.
I pick up the little trash can by my bed and vomit bile into it.
When I finish I lay back on my bed and curl up into a fetal position.
I just want to sleep.
I reach for the bottle of Ibuprofen on my nightstand and take two pills.
I take them dry in fear that I might throw up the water.
I curl up into a ball under the covers and shut my eyes.
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