Don't Go

May's The Worst

So, it's May the last month of school. I don't want school to be out. I'm not ready for college just yet. And, I don't want to leave my friends from this year. I love my lunch table group, and the boys on the hockey team. I'll miss them to much. Anyway I called Anisimov to see how Artemi was doing, and this is what he said,"His parents scheduled an appointment to see why he's sick. Artemi's parents are always on the safe side. I mean every time he's sick they always take him to the doctor. Normally there is something wrong, like the flu, but I don't think there's anything wrong with him this time." I thought for a second on what he said."Well, what if there is something wrong with Artemi? We would never know, so it's good that they are taking him." I responded with thought. But every time he's sick they take him to the doctor, and there is something wrong. Every time. "Well, I guess, but still I assure you there's nothing wrong with Artemi. He probably has the flu, a cold." Anisimov said sounding like he was right. I don't believe that he's just sick. Oh well, I guess he could be just sick. "Well, if you think that. I would still go. Tell me if Artemi's ok, alright. Bye!" I said, "Alright I will, if you really care that much. Bye," and I ended the call. I hope he's not seriously sick. It was my dads birthday last weekend, and we went to Chicago. I was really heartbroken when the Hawks lost on my birthday weekend, now there out of the playoffs. It's ok we still have our friends the Stars. Hopefully they beat the Blues. But it really doesn't matter to me anymore, because the Hawks are out. Then after my dads birthday it was Mother's Day. We went to my moms parents, my grandparents, house to celebrate. We had cheeseburgers for dinner at there house, and just hung out. Of course my brother got in a fight with my cousin Layla. They just seem to hate each other, typical. My mother did ask about the flowers Artemi gave me on my birthday. "So, is that boy your boyfriend?" My mom asked, "He's one of best friends I have." I responded thinking of Artemi. "Oh well, if you ever want to date him, I accept him." She said smiling. "Oh will see about that." I said sort of blushing. My mom is just annoying sometimes, but I do love her. At times she does help me with boys, and picking the right one. The next day at the bus stop, Emalee asked me how Artemi was. "So, is Artemi ok? I mean he did leave early." Before I could answer Tyler cut me off."What happened to Artemi? Why'd he leave ice skating?" I figured the only reason why Tyler would ask his second question cause he knew Artemi went ice skating. Emalee told him. "Well, Artemi left early because he did feel very well. And Anisimov said that Artemi's parents are taking him to the doctor today." Then they both had an 'Ohhhhh' moment. "When will you guys start dating? It's been like the whole school year!" Emalee exclaimed. I knew she would be the first to mention that whenever. "He still hasn't asked me out. Even though I really want Artemi to." I said to Emalee. I didn't mind if Tyler heard me say that. He was to busy looking at Instagram, and I trust him to keep a secret. "Aww, of course you do. He just needs to ask you, like this month he should!" Emalee exclaimed again. "I know right! He should." I said with an obvious face. I wish he did. So later we went to school, and I sat with Artemi in the cafeteria, like normal. "Hie!" I said when I sat in front of him. "Hey." He said with a scratchy voice. I could tell he was sick. "Did you have fun skating with us at least?" I said while Anisimov was translating what I said. Artemi responded to Anisimov. "Artemi says, 'Of course I had fun skating. I was with you.' " I couldn't help but blush, and put my face in my hands with a wide smile. He's so cute. I sort of laughed, and he smiled. "Aww, thanks," I said putting my hands on the table. I wasn't at all embarrassed acting like this in front of Anisimov. He didn't seem to mind at all either. After my incident, I reminded Anisimov, "So, tell me how it goes at the doctors office. Alright?" "Yes, I will tell you how it goes." Anisimov promised. I wish for a lot of things, and I wish this goes well.
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Later that day, Artemi went to the doctor. Now I'm really worried, because both of them didn't show up all week, and Anisimov never told me what's wrong with Artemi yet. Like what the hell! I thought we had an agreement! So I decided to call Anisimov about it. "Hey, why haven't you told me what happen at the doctors office yet?" I asked angrily through the phone."Well, if I told you, you would be super scared, and care a lot more. Let's just say I wasn't right from the start. Let's just say I jinxed it." That got me scared."Anisimov, what exactly happened?" I asked nervously. "Promise you won't go crazy." "I promise, just tell me!" I said eagerly through the phone. I hope this isn't a prank to see if I really cared about Artemi. "Well, the doctors don't know what's wrong with him." He said trying to explain. "What do you mean 'the doctors don't know what's wrong with Artemi'?" I said questioning what he said. "I wasn't finished with what I was saying. They tested him, and they're not sure why, when, where, he got sick, and what he's sick with. They say to watch out for Artemi, and give him the medication the doctor gave his parents." Does this mean anything could be wrong with him? "So, that means anything could be wrong with him. He could have some disease we don't know about!" I exclaimed through the phone. "Uh, yeah the doctor is kind of saying Artemi does have a disease. They don't know if it's curable, or if he could die from it. Before you go all crazy we will be at school on Monday." Oh. My. God. You have to be kidding me right. A lonely tear slid down my cheek. Soon enough I was crying through the phone. "I'll talk to you soon, bye." I cried through the phone. I can't believe the doctors don't know what's wrong with Artemi. He's to young to die. I swear to god, if this sickness kills him. I just cried for a straight hour. My mother didn't bother to come upstairs to see how I was. She didn't even know. I decided to call Emalee. "Oh my god! Why you crying? What happened?" She said worriedly. "Oh it's just that a special someone might be seriously sick." I said drying my tears. She knew the special someone. "Oh no, it's Artemi isn't it. You find out what's wrong with him?" She said. I didn't even want to answer her. "Yeah, I called Anisimov. The doctors don't know what's wrong with him." I didn't want to say his name. "I wish I could come over to actually talk to you in person, and so I can give you a hug. I know you're really hurt an upset right now. But you gotta keep your head up, and try not get worked up about this. If I were you I would be doing the same, crying. But then I would try to forget about it. Understand?" I thought about what she said. "Yes, I understand. It might be hard trying to forget, but I'll try." I said lightly crying again. I wish Emalee could come over to, but her sister had practice for soccer. Ugh! Then the doorbell rang. "Alright I have to go. Bye." I tried to say happily through the phone. Good thing my mom went to go open the door for me. I fixed up my face a little, then went to the door. "The person at the door looks like he cried for ever." My mom said when she walked passed me. Well who could it be? I walked out the door, and shut it behind me without looking at who was standing behind me. When I looked it was Artemi. He did look like he was crying for an hour like I was. I immediately walked up to him, and hugged him. Why God. I didn't care if I got sick from hugging him. Mine as well die with him. "I'm sorry." Artemi said with a single tear sliding down his face. "No, don't be sorry. Not your fault." I said with bad grammar in between my tears. "Come with me." He said as we ended hugging. I thought about what he said for a second. Then he took my hand, and said, "To Chicago, let's go." Anisimov wasn't here to translate anything I said. "As date. Go to Chicago." Artemi said. He wanted to take me out on a date to Chicago? I think I got that right. So, I opened the door, and called for my mom. "Hey, mom! Can I go out with Artemi?!" I hope she heard me. "Uh, sure! Be back by 10!" She yelled back. It was a Friday, and it was 6 already. We had 4 hrs to do whatever Artemi planned. When we got to the car I noticed Anisimov was in the drivers seat. He must've drove Artemi here. Anisimov knew exactly were to go, to get to Chicago. Then Artemi said something to Anisimov in Russian. "He says 'We're just going to eat, and browse around Chicago.' " Anisimov said, or what Artemi said. "Sounds great!" I said sounding excited, when really on the inside I was still hurt. We got to Chicago, parked the car, and started walking around. The city is a pretty big city when you walk around it. We went to the Bean in one of the parks, the Bean is like a giant looking jellybean. We went and walked on the beach which was Lake Michigan. Everywhere we went Artmei held my hand. For dinner we went to Panera Bread, perfect for place for the moment. We didn't go up in the Sears Tower it cost to much money. Before Anisimov & Artemi took me home, we went to a candy store, then they drove me home. I didn't tell you any of the conversations cause I'm lazy. When they got me home it was like Courtney's party. Artemi dropped me off, and stood in the driveway. Except this time I hugged him goodbye and whispered "Thank you." He smiled and whispered back,"No problem." It was a long day an night. I'm glad it was over. Even though tonight was sweet. Artemi seemed fine to me when we were out. Not unless he was hiding it, and was actually hurting on the inside. Why can't life be nice all the time?