Infected

Chapter 13.~ commence Ze lemon

I woke up, and I was in my house. It was my room.. with all my band posters, all my CDs, and all my tee shirts. Everything was normal. What happened?

"Ella!" I heard my mom's voice from down the hall. "Breakfast!"

"I'm coming, mom!" I replied in excitement. I ran through the house, to the dining room. Before I could hug her, I noticed blood dripping from her eyes.

"Mom?" I questioned. She dropped to the floor, dead, and my siblings quickly turned into cannibals, coming towards me. Their eyes, bloodshot, looked right through me. It was like they couldn't even see me. This isn't real. It's a dream.

I woke up for real, and bursted into tears. Riley woke up and instantly jumped out of bed.

"What? What? What is it?" she demanded to know.

"It was a dream! Just a dream." I sobbed, trying to calm myself. Riley sat back down and put her arms around me without saying a word. "I'm sorry I woke you up." I apologized after calming down.

"No. It's okay." she said. I fell into her and bursted back into tears. "What happened in the dream?" she asked me.

"It was just my family.. cannibals." I tried to explain. "I just want to go back to sleep. It's the middle of the night." I cried.

"Okay, okay." she said, letting go of me.

"No. No. Don't let go." I asked. She laughed and put her head against mine.

"Okay I won't." she agreed, laying back down and putting her arms around me again. I felt better in her arms, and I almost instantly fell back asleep.

That afternoon I woke up, and Riley was gone. I rubbed my eyes, trying not to be tired. I slept in so much. Jeez. I just lied there and thought about the dream, I still felt so emotional. As soon as I sat up, Stephen stormed into my room. He slammed the door behind him and sat with me on the bed.

"I have a serious question." he raged.

"Oh ok-kay." I said, kind of intimidated by his anger.

"Are feelings real at this age? If you like someone, do you actually like them or do you.. love them?" Stephen asked, disgusted by what he just said.

"I think it's in between, depending on the situation. Why?" I asked him, wanting to know.

"Do you think two really close friends can end up together without it ending in disaster?" he asked me, ignoring my question.

"Do you have feelings for Lila?" I questioned him.

"Can you please just answer my question?" he asked irritably. I smirked at his ignorance.

"My honest answer.. no. After knowing each other for so long, I think it's too hard to make a relationship work." I answered honestly.

"Well, there's exceptions, isn't there?" he said, doubting and questioning my answer.

"I don't think so, Stephen. It's a bad idea." I expressed my opinion.

"Well what do you know?" he yelled. "You've never had a boyfriend." he rudely pointed out. "I need advice from someone who actually knows something on this subject." he yelled as he got off the bed and left the room, slamming the door behind him again.

I couldn't help but burst into tears. It's not my fault I don't have a boyfriend. Maybe if I was prettier? Screw you, Stephen! I sat there, crying and screaming into a pillow for a little more than an hour. It was getting dark. I was all cried out, but my eyes were still watery and I could tell my face was still red.

Riley walked into the room, strutting as she rapped an Eminem song. She saw me and instantly got quiet.

"Rough day again. Huh?" she asked in a soft voice.

"No. I just hate boys." I raged, thinking about Stephen.

"What happened?" she asked me.

"Stephen came in here and asked advice about girls. When I told him what I thought, he pointed out that I never had a boyfriend like it's such a horrible thing." I sobbed. "It's not my fault though. If I was prettier or smarter, maybe.-" she cut me off.

"You are beautiful, Ella." she told me, sounding convincing.

"No. I'm not. Otherwise I would have gotten a boyfriend." I argued.

"You're too pretty for boys." she tried to convincingly point out.

"What does that mean." I questioned, confused. "I don't-" My statement was cut off by her leaning down and kissing me, putting her arms around my waist and pulling me in close to her. Then she gently pulled away. "Oh. That's what you meant." I said, pointing out the obvious.

"I'm sorry." she said "I'm so sorry." she continued, getting mad at herself.

"Don't be sorry!" I argued. I pulled her down to me and smiled. "Do it again." She smiled back and kissed me again, putting her hands on my back and pulling me in close again.

She pulled away. "What is happening?" she asked, sitting down the bed beside me.

"Whatever you want." I offered. And that time, I kissed her.

She whispered "I like you" in my ear. I turned my head so I could whisper it back. I mean it, Riley. She kissed me while my head was still turned to her and then buried her face in the back of my neck to go asleep. I had never been so confused in my whole life. But then again, I had never really been so happy either.

I guess I'm gay..

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What the fuck did i just let Debra write in my book?