Something More - A Richpez Fanfic

Chapter 8

-sorry i haven't posted for so long, but it's here...finally!-

Jaime POV:

It was great to see Lauren smiling again, even if it wasn’t a real smile. I could tell she was still worried about Joey. She sat down in the corner looking at her phone, she looked like she needed some company so I walked over to her. “What you doing?” I asked, she looked up at me and looked back at her phone “just checking if I had any news from the hospital” I sat next to her and she put her head on my shoulder “it’s ok to be worried about him, we all are” I said as I put my arm around her to hug her “I know. I just miss him, that’s all” she said softly as she wiped a tear off her face. “He’s going to be okay” I assured her. Neither one of us spoke for a while, I stood up quickly and pulled Lauren up from the floor. “Come on, let’s go home. You look like you haven’t slept in days” she nodded, and together we went home.

When we arrived at the apartment I went to the kitchen to get a drink and when I came back out Lauren was fast asleep on the couch. She had been staying up every night this week worrying about Joey, it was good to finally see her having some rest. My phone started ringing loudly, I walked into the other room so I wouldn’t wake Lauren.

“Hey Jaims” I heard his beautiful voice and I blushed

“Hey”

“So are we still on for tonight”

“Dyl, I wish I could but I gotta take care of Lo. She needs someone around”

“Oh” I could hear the disappointment in his voice “it's ok, I understand. Maybe a different night”

“I’m so sorry”

“It’s ok; you don’t have to be sorry. As long as I get to go out with you again”

“Me too, anyway I gotta go. Bye”

“Bye”

And he hung up. It felt so bad to cancel my date with Dylan, we had already been on two dates and they were amazing, I had never felt like this with anyone before. I walked back into the lounge with a blanket and put it over Lauren and I sat on the other couch and watched TV.

Lauren POV:

I woke up in the morning to the smell of pancakes, my favourite. I peeped my head into the kitchen “I smell pancakes” I said. Jaime laughed “there’s some there on the table, enjoy” “don’t mind if I do” I said to myself and I sat at the table. She finished cooking the last pancake and sat down opposite me “so how did you sleep?” she asked. “Alright” I answered. There was a moment of silence “so wanna do something fun today?” she said, breaking the silence. “I would but… I’m going to visit Joey” I said, taking a sip of coffee. She looked up from her plate “Lo you gotta stop doing that” “doing what?” I asked. “Punishing yourself? I put my mug down “how am I punishing myself? I asked, starting to get angry. “You visiting Joey every day, you keep visiting because you feel guilty.”

I stood up “well in case you haven’t noticed but these past few weeks haven’t been the best for me…you don’t know how it feels to see your best friends lying in a hospital bed. I’ve had a lot of things going on lately and this whole car accident hasn’t made it any easier. My mum is still visiting doctors around the globe to see if they can help her…but what if they can’t help her” I sat down on the couch crying. “What if she…” I couldn’t finish the sentence but I didn’t need to, Jaime already knew. Jaime stood up and sat next to me, she put her arm around my shoulder comforting me as I rested my head on her. “Lo, everything is going to work out okay?  Joey is going to wake up and your mum will get better. It’s going to be okay.”

But for the first time, okay wasn’t wonderful.

After I stopped crying, Jaime went to the bathroom and my phone rang, it was my dad. I hesitated to pick it up in case it was bad news about mum but I finally answered. While my dad told me what’s happening with my mum, my eyes began to tear up again and I hung up. Jaime walked out and saw me, her smile dropped “Lauren what’s wrong?” “My mum…” is all I could say. “What happened?” Jaime asked. “well apparently it’s a lot more worse than we thought which means that we don’t have that much time with her left” I couldn’t keep the tears back anymore, they just kept running down my cheeks. I stood up “I’m going to go, I need to be distracted” I said, wiping the tears off my cheeks and I left the apartment and began walking through the busy streets of Chicago.

Fifteen minutes later I arrived at the hospital and walked into Joey’s room, I walked up to the bed and sat on the chair beside it. I held Joey’s hand in my tiny hand and sat there for a few moments, trying to think off the right words to say. “So I don’t really know what to say, you can’t even hear me” I began “I’ve has a really crap day so far and I don’t think it can get any worse. But I guess I haven’t really been fair to anyone, including myself. Lately, I’ve had these feelings and I’ve been keeping them bottled up and then this happened and everything’s just fallen apart.” A tear streamed down my face, I wiped it off.

 “I don’t know if you can hear me or not but I think it’s easier if I just let this out now. …I’ve been telling everyone that it’s really hard to see my best friend like this but I’ve realised that it’s a whole lot more than that. I just can’t stand the thought of losing you without telling you how I feel, I need you to wake up…I need my best friend back.” More tears rolled down my cheeks. “I just need a sign that you’re going to be okay, like squeeze my hand or something” I looked down at our hands and nothing happened. “Yeah...that’s what I thought” I said, disappointed.

I stood up and walked towards the door.

“Lo…”