Sodas pov
I sat in my room, feeding Patrick. I dont know what to do. Belle told me to never come back. Im out of ideas to win her back. Maybe its best we dont get back together. Some how, i always mess it up. One more idea came to me. If im not aloud back, doesn't mean someone else cant do it for me.
Belles pov
I wish i had never left the house that day. I wouldnt be in as much pain as im in now. Physically and emotionally. I havent told anyone yet, but having the twins was alot more on me than i thought it would be. Ive been feeling more and more sick lately. I had called my Mommom to see if she knew why i was feeling so bad. She told me that the flu was going around Illinois. I told her that i didnt have flu symptoms, but i did. I wasnt going to tell anyone. I wasnt going to cost anyone any money, i would heal on my own. Thats how the flu works right?
Chris came over later with the other boys. Dallas even joined us. He became closer friends with Chris and them. Its kinda cool. I can still hang out with my old friend and my new friends. They wanted to go and hangout at the lot and play football. I wanted to play too, so i put Austin in his daycare for the day. The teams were even. I got mad because I was picked last, but i got on a good team. Im not bad at sports which made me sngry tgat i was picked last. My team was Dallas and Chris. We were against Teddy, Gordie, and Vern. I was running for a pass when i started to feel weak. I fell to my knees, my vision starting to blur. "Belle! Belle! You ok?", someone yelled. I couldnt see anything. I slowly fell out of conciousness, feeling someone pick me up.
