Oblivious

OBLIVIOUS - Part 8

The next morning, I woke up with a really sore head, feeling my head and skin pumping in the same rhythm as my heart. Carefully, I lifted myself up and blurrily looked out the window, that was right next to my giant bed.  I didn't really unpack my stuff, but Mom already started. 

I didn't decide to lay back again, as I wanted to look at my Phone to see if anyone texted me.

One message from Olivia. She always uses tons of emojis and tries to make fun of everything when texting. We never had an argument or anything, when we texted. Our bond was too strong to be hurt by tiny conflicts.

I saw that she sent me an Audio message. 

"Hey Rainy, I hope you landed and settled well, I just looked at the weather of St. Petersburg and apparently the Sun was shining a lot these two days since you've been gone. Aaand I'm pretty sure you already met someone, didn't you? Or are you just sitting alone, bored, and listening to my Memos". That was true, I was alone, and bored. Maybe because its 9 am in the Morning and I check my phone first?

I tried to listen to the second one, when my head let off a wave of pain, and I felt a slight sound inside my head, as if someone was chopping a tree in it, and I flinched. Ugh, what have I done! If Mom wasn't gonna let me go outside, I'd have to spend my whole day either reading, laying in bed, and clean my room a little. My Mom was really sensitive, when it comes to pain. 

I decided to listen to the other Memo, after I waited about 2 minutes, letting my head ease a little.

"Guess what? Mike asked my out to go to the Movie's today. I was shaking so bad, haha you should have seen me.", she squeaked. 

Mike was her crush since fourth grade, and he never really liked her. I remember how Olivia and I were putting little sticky notes in his backpack when we were younger, with the letters O + M on them. How come things like that weren't embarrassing?

I replied her, saying that I was so happy to hear that he finally asked her out. Inside, I felt a little jealous, that she finally got what she wanted. I feel like I didn't, yet. 

I wonder what she would say if I told her about Jackson: A supercute surfer with curly blond hair, an a body like carved from god himself. And him and I already seemed to have a chill friendship. She'd probably fall and flip. 

Another message was from Ava - My Mom's phone obviously didn't work yet. She texted me saying that she went over to our house twice, just because she misses us. She also said she's watering the flowers, although they weren't ours anymore: She was going to do that until the new family was going to move in. 

I didn't think she was insane, I actually thought it was pretty sweet of her thinking about us. That's what true friends were for.

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"Are you alright?", I heard my Mom shouting from downstairs. I was sitting on the same spot in my bed for the last hour.

I didn't wanna say it first, but I was convinced she had to know. 

"My head is hurting really bad, Ma."

I heard her footsteps that came closer and closer. It's funny how I can always recognize someone's steps when they come closer: Mom's were always tiny and short, Olivia was always stamping and I remember when Chris came closer to me yesterday, although I first didn't know it was him. Tap, tap, tap.

She came over to me and touched my forehead, telling me that I was most likely having a fever. I was so mad at myself - in the tone that my Mom used, it was clear that it meant I couldn't go outside today. I couldn't see my friends today. I couldn't see Chris. Although it's just a day and I don't know them for long, I had to meetup with them. 

"Mom..?", I started off speaking in the sweetest, kindest voice I could. While speaking, I flinched again as my head was starting to hurt even worse.

"Can I still... I mean could I... still meet my friends?", I flustered. 

"Your - what? Don't tell me you already found friends Hon.", she winked at me while looking for the right tablets. 

"I actually do. Jackson . . . ", I touched my forehead, letting out a Sigh. My Mom took a peep at me, with a worried face.

" . . . Jackson introduced me some of his friends. They're basically a group, you know. And they were so happy I came over, and they said they would like to hang out with me during the break until school starts."

She smiled at me, stroking my cheek. 

"That's so nice of him! You know what? I have to go to the grocery store later, getting some stuff for us to eat. If you're getting really bored later sometime, you can surely ask your friends to come over. But not know, did you hear me? You look really sick, honey. Maybe you're doing better later?"

How come she didn't think of any consequences? If I was severely ill, she wouldn't let me do anything. She was seemingly happy that I found friends so early on.

Them? Coming over? We could eat some snacks and maybe chat a little. Or they just sit next to me seeing me suffer, If I didn't get better. I still had to see them.

But what if they weren't willing to visit me? What if they reject my invitation or just pretend to like me?

What if Chris didn't want to come?