A Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Chapter 7

Getting the cast on me should've been a terrifying experience... but really, it just looked cool.

Like I had been in a fight and had the scars to prove it.

This sentiment however went away pretty fast by the time I got home.

In other words... I was stinking like mad from the sweat and the hockey game, and that meant just one thing.

Shower time.

My mum helped me wrap a big plastic bag over my cast – which was embarrassing and cringe-worthy in itself – BUT then! She had to help me into the shower AND I was half naked!

I stood there, getting drenched with hot water and the whole danger surviving aspect of how I looked, suddenly did NOT feel worth it at all.

~x~

"I hate this." Envy blurted out because no one else would, "Like seriously! We're the best player on the team and WE'RE the one who ends up getting hurt?"

"I'm sure this little hiccup will go away quickly enough," Joy said.

Suddenly Ennui sent a memory to the screen, showing the doctor telling Riley how long she would have to wear the hard plastic cast for.

"THREE WEEKS?!" Riley had gasped and all the emotions bemoaned the memory.

~x~

"I'm sure this will all be worth it when I see Bradley tomorrow..." I only uttered to myself, so disheartened. I think I knew I was lying, though, but I didn't want to admit my fear.

That being... that Bradley won't be there tomorrow... that he'd avoid me like he had done all week...

And yet-?

~x~

"I think I love you too!"

All the emotions settled down as Love replayed this memory of Bradley's confession.

"Do you really think he does?" Disgust asked Love harshly and he only remained still, saying as calmly as possible.

"We will see on Monday."

"Monday?"

~x~

Shoot! I thought to myself then at that moment, Today's Friday!

~x~

"Two whole days until we see him again?" Disgust yelled in frustration.

"What if he doesn't want to see us?" Sadness wept, and Joy patted her on her drooping shoulders, trying to ease those tears.

"We can have a good weekend without him!"

"Yeah...?" Sadness muttered, trying to have hope but sounded unconvinced.

~x~

It was then I got the text from Grace and Bree.

Hey Riley! How's it going?

I was in bed by the time I got this message, and I texted poorly with my left hand – it had been my right hand that had gotten fractured.

Not good. I broke MY ARM!

It only took mile-seconds for my two best friends to get back to me.

OMG! HOW?

I sulked there silently in my bed.