I Know You Feel The Same Way.

Chapter 22 - NyQuill

(Julia's POV)

"Yes I broke up with him.." I repeat for the hundredth time.

"Good." Riley replies, turning on his heel to leave my room.

"Wait..." I start, he turns to face me, "What happens now?" I ask, drifting my eyes to the ground. "I mean I told him we should take a break. Not this." I finish.

"I don't know, Julia." He replies, holding the door handle.

"you have to know!" I cry, tears forming in my eyes, I run over to him, burying my head in his chest, "you always know."

"well I don't. sorry." He tells me, returning my hug, as I continue to cry.

"what are we gonna do?" I ask, my voice muffled by the cloth of his shirt.

"we'll get through it. I promise."

(Skylar's POV)

I wake to the icy cold of Norfolk air rushing through the window. Did I leave the window open? No. I distinctively remember closing it last night...even if I didn't, my mom would've when she left for work. I pull the covers off me and check around the room. Wouldn't the window be locked? I shut the window, and decide to just let the thought slip. It's not until I reach the bathroom that I realize how sick I look and feel. I try to breathe in but feel congested instead. Wonderful. Thanks window.   Means a lot. I go get NyQuill from the kitchen cabinet and chug half the bottle. Whatever works, right? I walk back up the stairs after getting some chips and a water bottle. I grab my phone off the nightstand and text my mom that I'm sick and not going to school. I also find some pity to text Jeffrey a simple message telling him that he'll have to work on the project on his own today. I don't get a reply so I assume that means okay. Lying back down on my bed, I realize something I didn't before, something written on the inside of the windowsill. Removing the push pin from the piece of paper, I plop back down on the bed.

Hey Ugly,

I just wanted to say I sorry for what I did to Patrick. I mean honestly he deserved it but it really wasn't my place. Anyways I'm really sorry, and I know you'll forgive me anyway so I'll just stop here.

-You love me, Alec.

I glance over to his room where I see a smug smirk on his face as pulls his backpack on one shoulder and walks out the door. I shake my head in disbelief and annoyance, but laugh, too. I feel the NyQuill kick in, and I lay back on the bed drifting off to sleep.

"You're serious?" I ask, standing on the edge of the railing.
"Don't be a chicken." Katie yells.
"This is really high. If I was a chicken I wouldn't be here in the first place honestly." I argue, trying to defend myself.
"Fine, if you're going to be a chicken, then I'll do it for Pete's sake." Katie exclaims, climbing over the railing. She jumps in one swift movement, plummeting to the not-so-near water. Some people cheer, some gasp, and some just go about their day with a slight eye-roll. After she doesn't submerge from the water, I start worrying.
"Katie!" I scream, I get no response. People on the shore, look up at me with curious eyes. Realizing the situation, some surfers jump into the water in search of my best friend. One surfer drags her to shore, a lifeguard rushes over, trying to help her regain her consciousness. I sprint down to the shore as fast as my legs will take me, but I'm too late. She's dead. My best friend since Pre-K...is dead.

I wake in a cold sweat looking around the room, tears streaming down my face. Maybe the NyQuill wasn't such a good idea after all..I realize the source of my waking, knocking on the door. I groan as I get out of bed and find that it's only 30 minutes later. I open the door and to my surprise, Jeffrey Miller is standing on my porch.

"W-what are you doing here?" I ask, completely and utterly confused.

"Making it up to you." He explains, holding up a tub of ice cream.

"Um... thank you.." I take the ice cream, and start to close the door as he stops me.

"Well..you see...I was hoping..." He mumbles, holding up a spoon of his own.

(A/N) I'm literally so bad at being active sozz