Me Without You

chapter twenty three

9:13 a.m. July 9th

I woke up to see Bailey asleep next to me. I was confused for half of a second until I remembered the previous day.

I was so happy she was okay.

I sat up slowly, trying not to wake her. I walked to my mirror and cringed at my appearance before brushing my hair, and removing the leftover makeup I had fallen asleep in.

I heard Bailey waking up and turned to look at her. She was so beautiful even first thing in the morning.

"Ew don't look at me I just woke up." She said hiding her face with her hands.

"Stop you're perfect." I said walking over to the bed and sitting next to her.

"No," she said looking down. "I'm gross"

I put my hand on her face to guide her eyes back up to mine. "You're amazing." I said looking into her eyes.

She kissed me then. Right then and there. One moment I was staring into beautiful grey-blue eyes, and the next moment they were closed and so were mine as we kissed for the second time.

A few seconds later she backed away and started apologizing. Instead of saying anything I immediately closed the space between us again.

We kissed for a few minutes until I remembered she needed to meet my family.

We got ready and went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hey guys," I said loudly and my parents looked up from their phones and coffee, "I'd like you both to meet my friend Bailey.

They both greeted her, and we talked for a few minutes before they left for work and we went back upstairs.

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked her.

"I don't really care," she said, staring out the window. "Whatever you want is really fine."

It was drizzling outside and the sky was cloudy and grey.

We decided to stay at my house and watch movies all day. It was pretty amazing.

We laid on the couch and watched four movies before I drove Bailey home.

I went to bed happier than ever knowing she was happy.

~*~

The next morning I woke up and something wasn't right.

I felt sick.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom.

a few seconds later, the only thing going through my head was,

"Why the hell am I throwing up?"