Ok guys, chapter five! First off, I'd like to say thank you to everybody, and anybody who voted, fanned, commented, and stuff like that! :) Secondly, my feet hurt... -.- Heels are pretty but they hurt, remember that girls! Haha, and thirdly, um... HI! Ok, now let's get started with chapter five of Getting Over Chris!!! <3
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~~~Michelle's P.O.V.~~~
I awoke to bright streams light flowing through my windows. Slowly, I opened my eyes, one by one, and waited for them to adjust themselves to the bright morning light. I glanced over at the clock which read, 1:00 p.m. I yawned. Wait, what?! One o'clock in the afternoon?!? I racked my mind for any possible information of my whereabouts last night. Then it hit me. Noah. Almost being raped. And of course, downing that drink - which I now regret... a lot.
My head felt like as if someone was actually inside of it and banging on my skull... it was that bad. I flipped my blankets off of my body and got up to go to pee. When I finished, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I walked drowsily over to my medicine cabinet where I quickly found my store of Tylenol. I took two of the pills from the container and walked over the refrigerator for a cold bottle of water.
After taking the two pills with water, I walked back to my room, and grabbed my iPhone from my dresser. Upon unlocking it, I found 23 unread text messages, 3 missed calls, and 1 new message. I went to check on the new message first.
"Hey, Michelle, it's Noah. I was calling to see if you got home safely, I guess you're most likely sleeping right now... I guess... call me when you wake up?"
Awwww.... He was calling to see if I got home safely! How nice of him! I though to myself. On to the text messages!
Text Message #1:
"Hey, Michelle, it's Noah."
Text Message #2:
"Michelle, you there?"
Text Message #3:
"Helllooo?!?!"
Text Message #4:
"Are you okay?!?"
Text Message #5:
"Are you home yet?"
Text Message #6:
"Miicchheellleee!!!"
Text Message #7:
"Where are you?"
Text Message #8:
"Michelle, pls, txt me back!"
Text Message #9:
"Michelle?"
Text Message #10:
"Are you ignoring me? :/"
And so on until the last message which read:
"Alright, well... it's getting a bit obvious to me that you're probably sleeping right now... so I guess I'll let you do that. Call or text me in the morning, kay?"
Wow... he sure was worried... I wonder what's so special about me? I mean, really, what exactly was so special about me...
~~~Noah's P.O.V.~~~
I awoke to the sound of birds chirping happily away. It was nice for once. Nature, I mean. I picked up my Android to see that there were no new messages, text messages, or even a voice mail; only seeing that it was eight in the morning. I began to worry once more about Michelle's safety.
Well, it is only eight... I suppose she might still be sleeping. I mean, she did seem a little bit intoxicated... I just pushed it off to the side and literally, jumped in the shower. Shit. I'm still in my boxers... I quickly pulled them off and tossed them into the marble sink.
When I finished showering, I headed downstairs to my kitchen and made myself some scrambled eggs and bacon. After a few bites, I started to get thirsty so I got up to pour myself some orange juice.
After finally finishing my breakfast, I walked back upstairs to change into some shorts and to find my running shoes. I needed something to take my mind off of her! When I finished lacing up my shoe laces, I grabbed my phone and stuck it into my left pocket, while getting my keys and putting it into the right.
As I walked out my front door, I turn around to lock it back up. Didn't want anyone to break in now did I? From then, I started jogging. When I felt warmed up enough, I picked up my pace until I was running at a really fast pace. Lost in a deep train of thought, I just kept running, and running, and running.
As I was running, I heard something honk at me, or rather, someone. At first, I didn't really pay much attention to it, but when my brain started piecing it together... it was... too late.
~~~Michelle's P.O.V.~~~
"He what?!" I screamed frantically over the telephone with the lady, which happened to be his mother, on the other end.
"Well... apparently, he was jogging and jogging when a car hit him," his mother told me, surprisingly calm, considering the fact that her son was hit with a car.
I, on the other hand was not. Pacing the room, I asked her, "Well which hospital is he at now?"
"Mercy Hills Medical Center."
"Great, I'll be on my way," I told her quickly, ending the call before she had the chance to reply.
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