Eerie.

Chapter 5 - Twilight

RECAP!!!!!!

          "You know," he said. "You aren't that bad to look at either."

          "Thank you," I answered, my face continuing to burn. 

          "You're welcome," he said, blushing a little himself. At least, I think he did. He quickly turned away and chuckled a little again, but this time awkwardly.

          "Uh... heh. Can I ask you a question, Mackenzie?" he looked me right in the eye.

          "Sure, I guess. What is it?"

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          "Uh," he said uncomfortably. "I know we sort of just met, but.... do....um....you-"

          "Mackenzie!" my mom called, walking into the room. "Good news! You're getting out of the hospital now! They've cleared your injuries and they expect them to heal properly, so you're good to go." Just then, a nurse walked in and unhooked me from this IV-drip thing and told me to go change back into my normal clothes. My mom handed me a black t-shirt, some black Vans and the tightest pair of skinny jeans I owned. Of course. Just my luck. In the bathroom, as I was pulling on my pants, I had to stop a couple of times since my head was throbbing so much from the effort I was putting into it. As I struggled to pull on my jeans, I wondered what Drake was trying to say. "I know we sort of just met, but do you..." Do I what? Finally, I finished putting on my clothes and walked out of the bathroom. Drake, my mom, and a nurse were waiting for me. The nurse wheeled me in a wheelchair to the lobby (how embarrassing), where Mom signed a bunch of papers and blah blah blah. The entire time, Drake avoided eye contact with me, and when I caught him staring, he would quickly look away. Why was he so embarrassed? The question he was about to ask couldn't be that embarrassing.

          After my mom signed the papers and whatnot, the nurse wheeled me to our car. My dad was waiting in the driver's seat, so my mom sat shotgun. Drake grabbed my hand to help me into the car. As soon as we were settled in the backseat, we started home, I guess. He didn't let go of my hand though. Not that I minded, but I noticed. We remained in a comfortable silence on the way home. We finally got home, and my parents gave me the house key and dropped me off because they had to return quickly to where ever they were before. I think my mom has a court case or something, and I think my dad has some huge surgery in New York. (Yea, I know. My mom's a lawyer and my dad's a doctor. Don't think I'm one of those stuck-up rich girls, though.) I kinda felt bad that I had interrupted their work life, but it was too late to worry about that. Anyways, Drake and I were alone. In my house. Without supervision. I was a little surprised that my parents had just left me here alone with a guy. 

          Drake, still holding my hand, helped me out of the car and we walked to my front door.

          "Want me to leave?" Drake asked. I thought for a second. I imagined him leaving and there was I felt a little sad.

          "No, you can stay," I responded. I grabbed the doorknob and walked into the familiar house. "I'm going to go change into pajamas, I hope you don't mind..." I said.

          "It's okay. It's your house, after all. And you just got out of the hospital, so pretty much everything you do is okay," he said, laughing a little. I laughed along as I walked down the hallway and into my room. I threw on a tank top and put on some pajama shorts. I wondered if this was too exposing to be around Drake, but I didn't feel like changing again. I noticed a note on my bed and picked it up. It simply said "To Mac" on the front. On the back, it was a note from Seth:

See you on Thursday, Mac. Rissy says hi. Not sure when you'll get this, but hey. I think we should really get to know each other in person, you know? Anyways, text me when you get the chance. Oh wait, Mason wants to write and I don'tthinkIhavemuchtimetowrit

HEY KENZIE! Haha, I had to punch Seth to get ahold of this pencil!! VICTORY IS MINE! Because Seth won't tell me your phone number, I guess I'll have to contact you myself! And I will personally deliver this letter to you to make sure that Seth doesn't erase my part or something! Anyways, get well soon, KENZIE!! I'm going to call you that from now on... BYE!!!!!!!!  --M

          I laughed at what Mason wrote. Folding the note back up, I stuck it in the drawer of my nightstand. Walking back to the living room, I found Drake waiting for me. 

          "So... what do you wanna do?" I asked him. 

          "Ehh.. whatever you want!"

          "Let's watch a movie, then," I suggested. "Haha, let's watch Twilight!" I hated this movie with a passion, that's why I bought it on DVD.

          "Sure.... You like this movie?" He asked me, confused.

          "Nope!" I responded, popping the p. 

          "Me either. Let's watch," he said, laughing. I laughed too, and we both flopped onto the couch. 

          At the end of the movie, I was thoroughly amused. 

          "Ha, that was funny," I said, looking over at him. Drake was asleep, with his hair all messed up. He was so cute! I didn't want to wake him up, but it would be weird if he opened his eyes and saw me staring at him sleeping.

          "Drake. Drake!" I said, shaking his shoulder. He stirred beside me.

          "Mhmm? What happened?"

          "You fell asleep," I told him. "The movie ended. What do you want to do now?"

          "Uh, what time is it?"

          "Um....9:27 pm."

          "Hm. Maybe I should leave."

          "Okay, see you later," I said, getting up. I followed him to the door.

          "Bye," he said.

          "Wait-" he turned around.

          "Thank you for staying with me in the hospital." He smiled.

          "No problem."

          "Okay, bye!" I closed the door. As I walked back to the living room, I realized how tired I was. I flew into bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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Okay so I got bored so I decided to post this anyways. Should I enter this in the Watty Awards?? I would enter Cutting Edge, but that one was started before Nov 1, 2011 :( Anyways..... yea??? Maybe I'll actually finish my story then.