He Loves Me Not *Under Editing*

Five

Turns out Chris Harris only wants people over the age of twenty-one so we can get drunk and cause even more havoc on national TV.  Just kidding, I didn't talk to Chris Harris, he's practically untouchable but single.  I had migrated to my room and was waiting for him to follow me and keep complaining about how unfair I was being.  My soup bowl sat on the table with little broth left in it, I was technically full, and didn't want anymore, so I was probably going to take a nap and pray that school tomorrow didn't turn out to be utter shit.  

As I laid down, I heard him cleaning the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.  It was another four days before my parents would be home.  Not including today.  I shut my eyes and listened to the water splashing against the metal of the sink and the dishes.

I woke up at six with Alex's arms around me.  I guess that when I fell asleep, he figured he would just join me.  I didn't hear him snoring, though.  So I rolled over and looked up at his face.  His eyes were open and peering down at me.  Feeling a little groggy from my nap, I brought my fists to my face and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear away the sleep remaining at the corner of my lids.  He unleashed me from his arms, but I didn't sit up.  Instead, I groaned and rolled into his chest.  I was so tired, still.  I didn't want to think about the whole 'Selection' process if you will.  If I just slept for the next five days, would that count towards the days I have to make a decision?  Hmm.  Very intriguing idea.

I felt my brain shutting down again as I breathed in the smell of his barely there cologne.  It smelled good and lulled me back to sleep.  Right before I passed out again, I felt his warm arms pull me into him, and he kissed my head softly.

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Midnight.  I jolted awake and found that my face was against the wall.  I tried to roll over but hit another wall.  Was he trying to squish me?  I maneuvered onto my back and sat up.  Using some acrobatic skills I never knew I had, I managed to climb the mountain that was Alex and land on the other side.  Sighing, I plucked my phone off its charger and made my way to the living room.  I was starving, and awake after sleeping all day.  In the kitchen, I sat down and squinted at the screen until I managed to dim it.  No notifications, except for a picture of Chyna and Cam in the mountains, how did they manage to get service?  I saved it to my phone, as I do with all of my friend's pictures.  

I put my cellular device down and started rummaging for sustenance.  Managing to scrounge up some peanut butter, bread, and apple jelly.  I grabbed my butter knife that would put Norman Bates to shame and got to work.  The bland looking creation tasted delightful.  Although, that may have been because I was hungry.  

After licking the sticky, sweet, honey-colored jelly off my fingers, I retreated back to my bedroom.  

Alex was now taking up the whole bed, with practically no space for me.  Rolling my eyes, I shuffled out of my bedroom and meandered into the living room.  I wasn't gonna wake him up to ask him to move, he might have just shoved me off the bed anyways.  Plus, he might not have been able to go back to sleep.

I laid horizontally on the couch with a crocheted blanket covering my body from shoulder to toes.  After tossing and turning for a few moments, the remote wound up in my hand with the television set on.  Sound blasted through the speakers, and I fumbled to turn it down.  After getting it to a low roar, I muted it and watched the mouths moving from Real Housewives.  It didn't sound like Alex woke up, so I turned the sound on again and navigated my way to the DVR.

Speak of the devil, my mom had started recording Bachelor in Paradise.  I turned on the first episode and watched the beginning credits scroll across the screen.  F-ing Lace was back, the drunk chick that made everyone slowly plot her murder on Ben's season.  Chad was back, though, and the nuisance that he was on Jojo's season was so beautiful that I couldn't wait to see it again.

While watching the first episode, I got to the point where Evan was going through his backpack and then passed out, again.  This narcolepsy was really messing with me.  

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I was out cold when Alex started vigorously shaking my shoulder.  I wearily garbled something that meant to be, "What?" but instead sounded like, "Wha aada Awana?"  No clue how what turned into that, but okay.  

"Someone just called you.  Is there a third boyfriend Jake and I don't know about?  I'm willing to beat his scrawny ass, but I dunno if I can handle a third."

"No.  Alex, why didn't you just check caller id?"  I rubbed my eyes a few times and slowly sat up.

"Because I got to it as it stopped ringing and it just said missed a call."

"Mkay, lemme see my phone."  He handed me my phone and watched as I unlocked the screen.  I tapped the notification and sat there staring at the number for a minute.  The time stamp was 4:30 a.m.  It was now 4:35.  I then looked at the number.  It was Chyna's mom.  What?  Why would she be calling me at this time?  She never called me if it wasn't an emergency, like if her and Chai got in a fight, or if she wasn't home by curfew.  And even then, it was 11:30 at the latest.

I tapped the call button to call her back.  It rang, and rang, and rang some more.  She picked up at the last ring and I could hear the torment in her voice.  "Cyd?"

"Yeah Amber, I'm here."

"I'm sorry to call you this early baby, but there's been an accident."  My body froze.  I saw Alex's questioning eyes asking if everything was okay, and all I could do was shake my head.  

"Where are they?"

"Lutheran."

"I'll be there in a minute."  I hung up and threw the blanket off me.  Still in my pajama pants, I ran into my room and threw a plain white t-shirt on.  I don't care what the nurse's saw, my best friends got into an accident.  I raced back to the living room and grabbed my keys off the counter.  I was stopped at the door by Alex with his hand held out.  

"I'm not letting you drive."

"Why?  My best friend just got injured and you won't let me go to her?"

"No, I'm driving."  In no mood to argue, and without the time, I forced them into his hands and opened the door.  Running to the door of the truck and impatiently wiggling the handle until he unlocked the doors.  He jogged down the drive, and threw open his door.  I put my head in one hand and gripped his in the other as he sped down the street to the hospital.  I didn't know what room she was in, but I was going to go door to door if I had to.

There was no way my best friend was allowed to die.