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36. "I'm Going to Fix this; I've Got a Plan" + Eli's POV

Ripping my heart out would’ve been less painful than the week I spent after Cass walked out.

“Chase!” I was off of the floor and in one of my best friend’s face so quickly I didn’t even blink. “Why the hell would you say that?” I asked him, furious. I didn’t mean to be angry, but I realized that I’d lost her. I had messed up 2 to many times. That was my last chance.

“I’m sorry! I thought she knew,” Chase said, and even though he was inches taller than me, I could tell that he was scared. I feel someone put their hands on mine, but I shook them off harshly.

“Still! Even if she knew, you don’t bring stuff up like that!” I run my hands through my hair. “Girls get jealous so easily, so, even if they said they were over it, they wouldn’t be. They would still feel a little resentment.” I shake my head, wishing that this wasn’t happening.

“I’m sorry, man,” Chase says sadly. I cough, and feel pain all over. I pat him on the shoulder, going past him and back up to my room.

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to burst like that.” I didn’t hear a reply as I slammed my door behind me. I needed time to think.

Somehow, I was going to make this better.

“Seriously?” I asked as my sister came in with my parents in tow. “Is this how it feels to love someone? I don’t want it! I hate it. I want it gone.” I groaned into my pillow, pulling the covers over my head. It hurt so much. Cass wouldn’t answer my calls or texts. I had texted Ethan, and he told me that she hadn’t gotten out of bed because she got really sick.

It doesn’t help that you kind of broke her heart, bro, he texted me back.

You don’t hate me do you? I was really nervous for the reply, because Ethan was big and muscular, and could really cause me some damage.

No, man. You and my sister, no matter how young, love each other. I can see it in your eyes. You're going to get her back, and she’s going to come back into your arms willingly too.

Yeah, I was starting to not believe that. “Eli, you have to get out of bed.”

“Sofie, you have to get out of my room,” I snapped, not bothering to look her way. I felt bad for my family, because, without Cass’s… Everything in my life, I lost ¾ of my purpose. I wasn’t happy, I didn’t want to eat. My grades started to decline. I wasn’t… Me. Cass took me away from my self the second she stepped her perfect foot out of my front door.

The amount of times my family came into my room that week was pathetic. They couldn’t get anything into my head, I wouldn’t listen. Not fully anyway. I didn’t want to. you know what I wanted? Cass. I never even got to hug her goodbye.

“Dude, I’m so tired of you wallowing in your self-pity,” Jackson said, sitting on top of me. I shrugged my shoulders, not caring what he had to say that the moment. I hear a scoff before the covers were taken off of me, and I was flung to the floor.

“What the heck?” I yelled, getting off of my butt and into Jackson’s face.

“What are you really going to do, Eli? Punch me? Yeah, try punching your best friend.” He got his body ready, and I sighed while backing up. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

I shook my head, sitting back on my bed. “I don’t –”

“We already know,” Austin interrupted me. “You don’t want to talk. You don’t want to see anyone. You don’t want to get out of this god forsaken room.” He was spot on, and he knew it. “But you want to know what we don’t want?” I looked up at him, nodding my head.

“We want you to get off your butt and go get our girl!” Jackson said it before anyone could stop him. “We don’t want to see you like this, bro. It makes us sad, and it isn’t helping anything.” Jackson looks at me sadly. “We all love Cassie, and we know you do too. I also know that you have a plan to get her back, if you were to ever leave this house again.”

“Come on, man,” Michael says softly, hitting my knee. “We want her to be with you again just as much as you do. You know it’ll make you two both happier than I know you are.” I nod my head, mostly to myself, as I take in their words. They pull me up, and I look at all of them.

“You’re right guys. I know what I need to do, but I’m going to need your help.”

I quietly knocked on the May’s door. I knew that Cass was still really sick, and I didn’t want to chance waking her up if she was sleep. Mrs. May came to the door, smiling at me when she saw it was me.

“Hello, Eli. I’m glad to finally see you.” I give Cass’s mom a hug.

“Same to you, Mrs. May. How’s Cass doing?” I asked, walking into the room. I looked and saw that Cass was on the couch in her living room. She had her arms wrapped around her torso, as if to keep herself on her side. I knew that all too well; even if she was lying on my arm for support, she would cross her arm to keep her body where it was. That never stopped me form wrapping my arm around her, though, keeping her away from the chance of falling. She started coughing up a storm, and I backed up. But Cass’s mom put her hand on my back. I looked down at her confused as she shook her head.

“She’s asleep,” she said sadly. “She coughs worse when she’s asleep. Ever since we left your house.”

“I got her sick,” I said, looking down.

“Go on,” Mrs. May said, pushing me towards Cass. “She’s won’t wake up if there was a fire.” I looked at Cass cautiously, as if my stare would so much as make her stir. I got on my knees, taking her in. God, I missed her so much. I don’t think I could put in words how much I have wanted to see her face since she left me on the foyer floor. I put my hand on her forehead, feeling the heat radiating off of her from a fever, and pushed her bangs back before kissing her forehead.

I coughed, getting up and sniffing a little. I cleared my throat as I turned back to see Mrs. May watching. “Um, I know this will sound weird, but I really need Cass’s Tigger mug,” I said, scratching the back of my head. Mrs. May cocked her eyebrow up at me. Everyone knew that the mug was one of the most important things to Cassie.

“And why’s that?” she asked me, skeptical of my intentions.

“Because I plan on making up with her, no matter how long, and that mug is the only way she will see me.” Mrs. May looks at me wearily before sighing.

“She’s going to hate me for this, but I know that she’ll be happy with you.” She goes into the kitchen, pulling out that awful looking black and orange cup, and hands it to me. I turn it around in my hands, and see the face of Tigger that Cass would always push in my face. “I love him more than you!” she would tell me cracking up. I knew it wasn’t true, every time she would say that, but that didn’t stop her from joking about it.

“Thank you, Mrs. May,” I say as we walk closer to the door. “I’m going to make this all better, I swear.”

“I’m sure you will, Eli!” she yells to me as I was getting in my car.

I’m going to fix this; I’ve got a plan.