Crystal's POV:
"I can't believe I caught a cold," I scream into my pillow. Why did I get a cold? I didn't play with the water! Did some ghost come at me in my sleep and take the blankets off me while I was sleeping peacefully? Meh, ghosts don't even exist.
I can't even help Megan or Lance in the restaurant! They clearly need help! I remember seeing a flood of people inside the restaurant today in the morning when Dad took me for a drive to get checked up for my fever. Dad already spoke to Megan over the phone, letting her know that I caught a really high fever and cannot help out for at most a week.
"Crystal!" Dad calls, knocking my door. "Silvia's here. She wants to speak with you."
Silvia? What does she want to say? Should I just tell Dad not to send her right now? I mean, I don't feel all that well. Who knows what she wants to say. I just think I'm not ready to hear any words that come out of her mouth. Or am I worrying too much? I think I'm worrying too much...
Dad told me a while ago not to strain my voice and talk loud, so I quickly take out my phone and text him "okay, send her in."
A few minutes later, the door of my room opens and in comes Silvia looking very depressed and sad and lonely, and all sorts of things. Rather, she looks like a mess!
She meets my gaze but squeezes her eyes shut and coughs into her arm, wiping away her snot with her sleeves. Is she sick, too? "Crystal, I feel horrible for what I did. I wasn't thinking and just hated you so much since you clearly had Lance's attention everywhere you went. I'm sorry for everything and I hope you forgive me. I just don't want us, cousins, to feel as if we have no one by our side. I hope to be friends and I hope you forgive me, once again," she says.
Speechless, I sit on my bed and think about it for a while. I snap back to reality once Silvia turns around to leave the room. I walk up to her and grab her sleeve, pulling her back inside. I give her a hug, a tear slipping from my eye. Her arms circle around me and she shakes, crying hard.
I finally have my cousin back.
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Silvia leaves after making one of her delicious spicy soups. I begged her to make it spicy since I really like spicy food. Ah, today is a good day!
I suddenly check the date on my phone and it's when I realize that today's the day Lance has his music competition.
I can still go! It starts in fifteen minutes, if I can make it there in time. I grab my phone and stand up but stop when I sneeze.
I can't believe I forgot that I'm sick.
I slump back into my bed and audibly groan. What should I do? I really want to hear Lance sing! Sing for me, that is...
All I know is that I'm stuck in my home until my fever is gone.
For a moment, I sit on my bed, thinking of good story genres that I think I should write about. Romance? Nah. Mystery? Nah. Spooky? Perfect! But there's one thing I almost forgot to mention.
I'm too lazy to write a story.
For another few minutes, I dance and sing to popular K-POP songs in my room. Too bad I can't scream. The entire neighborhood would participate in a riot to kick me out of here!
I flop back onto my bed and groan when my shoulder hits the wooden headboard. As if on perfect timing, a text appears on my phone. I jump over the wave of books on the floor and take my phone out of its charging.
Travo67: Hi human being on the other side of this device...I am sorry for the attitude last time. We are besties aren't we. We get into fights but get back together again. I think this is the longest one we went through. The fight was child nonsense. We forgive each other right? Can we do that?

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RomanceWARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS TONS OF CRINGE. IT WAS WRITTEN WHEN ME AND MY FRIEND WERE STILL IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. WE ARE PAINFULLY IN THE PROCESS OF EXTREMELY SLOW EDITING. DO NOT CRITICIZE OUR WORK. Crystal Havens has started a completely new l...