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"No, I don't wanna wake up. Not yet."
"Come on. Open your eyes."
"Five more minutes, Dad. Please! Five more."
"No more minutes. Open those eyes and look at me."
Suddenly I realized that the voice urging me to wake up didn't belong to my father. And besides, I hadn't been at home in over ten months.
"Come on. Look at me."
It took some effort, but I managed to open my eyes, a little. Light. Swirling light. A pain pounded in my head. I closed my eyes back tight for a moment and then tried again. This time there was a blurred face in the light.
I blinked a few times and the face slowly came into focus. A boy's face.
"Ok! Good! You're Ok! You had me worried (Your name)! HAHAHA!"
I blinked a few more times, trying to fight the pain and a wave of nausea. At least I had a cute boy to watch while I did.
After a bit more blinking, I started to recognize the face. He is a tall blonde with a stubborn piece of hair that refused to lie down on his head (so it stuck straight up) ,wore glasses, and had a worried look on his face. This boy was none other than my best friend, Alfred F. Jones.
"Ugh...Alfred...What happened? Where am I?" I ask my hand rubbing at the throbbing pain in the back of my head.
"(Your name) DUDE! YOU'RE OK!!" Alfred says glomping me, making the pain even more intense.
"T-thanks! But seriously what happened! Where am I?" I say struggling to shove him off of me so I can sit up.
"You don't remember? WOW! You musta' been hit HAAAARD!" he says patting my hand. Only making me wince with more pain, instead of comforting me, ironically...
"...No...I do not remember, Alfred ...Otherwise I would not have asked you where I was and what the frigg happened, two freaking times." I glare wanting an answer.
"Oh! Sorry! We were playing baseball in gym, and it was Gilbert's turn to bat, so he hit the baseball...and it kinda came crashin' down and hit you in the back of the head..." He pauses. "AND OF COARSE ME BEING THE HERO, I CARRIED YOU HERE!" He spreads his arms out wide "TO THE NURSES OFFICE!"
I was lying on a small cot, still wearing my PE uniform, A gray shirt that said "W ACADEMY" and black shorts. The room has four other beds in it, all in a horizontal row. Since nobody really got hurt or sick often, the nurse only came when there was a serious injury, or somebody was really sick. For most minor things we just stayed in our dorms.
"O-oh...Thank you...You didn't have to carry me here! You could've just kicked me off to the side and said She'll be ok!." I say back smiling. I really feel like I don't deserve all the kindness he shows me...He can be OBNOXIOUS, stubborn and loud, but he could be really sweet when he wanted to be.
"What? That's what a HERO does! No need to thank me! HAHAHA!" Alfred laughs "Besides! You looked cute all passed out!" He blushes "And I wanted to make sure you were ok..." he looks down at the ground turning a deeper shade of red. "I-I mean, you are my bestest friend!" he says looking up and throwing his arm around my neck.
"It was really weird waking up! You were all blurry!" I say laughing. Suddenly I stop, I remember, before I realized my "Hero" was Alfred, did I really think this, loud, burger munching guy was...Cute? I blushed...Was...Was I falling for my best friend?
