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Chapter 5

            Drew got an icepack out of the freezer and handed it to Wesley, who gently put it on my head. “You feeling okay?” Keaton asked. I nodded, even though I wasn’t.

            “Your clothes are a little dirty,” Wesley pointed out. As it turns out; I had fallen right into a mud puddle. “Do you want to borrow some of mine?”

            “Sure,” I said.

            Wesley gave Keaton the icepack to hold on my head, even though I could probably hold it myself. Then he left down the hall. He returned a few moments later with a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. “I thought my sweats would be too big for you so I got a pair of Keaton’s,” Wesley explained.

            “I’ll go change,” I said. Keaton took the icepack off of my head and I stood up. But as soon as I did, I fell back down, just catching myself with the couch.

            “It looks like you need help,” Drew said.

            “Getting changed?” I asked. “No thank you.”

            “Well you can’t do it yourself,” Wesley said.

            “My butt is covered in mud!” I whined. “What am I supposed to do?”

            “It’s really no big deal if one of us helps you,” Drew said. “We’ve known you for years. We’re practically siblings.”

            “But which one of you is going to help me?” I asked.

            “I will,” Keaton and Wesley said in unison, which surprised me.

            “You go ahead,” Wesley told Keaton. He traded the icepack for the clothes and sat back down.

            Keaton held me around my waist and we walked to his room. He sat me down on his bed. “This is so embarrassing,” I mumbled.

            Keaton laughed. “Here are the clothes,” He said. “Are you sure you can undress yourself? ‘Cause I can help you.” Typical Keaton.

            “I think I’ll be fine,” I said. “Turn around!” Keaton did as he was told, though I half expected him to peek. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off. Even though it was difficult, I pulled Keaton’s sweats on. I almost couldn’t get them all the way up, but I did. Just as I had predicted, Keaton slowly began to turn his head. I kicked him in the butt as punishment.

            “Ow!” Keaton said, turning back around. “Sorry.”

            I pulled my shirt over my head and quickly put on Wesley’s. “I’m done,” I said. “Sorta.” I was referring to my sweats.

            Keaton turned around and helped me straighten out my clothes. Then he helped me walk back into the living room. My head was still throbbing. “I wanna lie down,” I said. Keaton sat me down on the couch and I put my head in Wesley’s lap.

            “Some celebration,” Drew said. “We only have like ten minutes left.”

            “Hil,” Wesley said, putting my some of my hair behind my ear. “I think you could stay home.”

            “No!” I shouted, sitting up. But that just made my head hurt worse. “I can’t! I’m feeling better, I promise!”

            “It’s okay,” Keaton assured me. “We’ll be fine. We can still Skype and text and stuff. It won’t matter if you just miss a ride to the airport with us.”

            “It’ll matter to me!” I protested. “I’m going with you and no one can convince me otherwise.” I crossed my arms to show that my decision was final.

            “I guess it’s fine,” Wesley said. “We can’t make you stay home. But remember, we’re just trying to keep you safe.”

            “You’re too sweet,” I said, lying back down in Wesley’s lap.