If Only Part Four

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I woke up to a hand on my shoulder, shaking me. I look up, and see Ross kneeling down beside me and trying to wake me up.

"Mornin'." he says.

"Good morning." I say sleepily. I can feel my eyelids growing heavy, so I close them. I try to open them, but all I see is blackness. I feel Ross pick me up bridal style and carry me to my room. He lays me down on the bed, kisses my forehead, then goes back to his room.

I wake up two hours later and Ross is sitting on the teal blanket at the foot of my bed. He's smiling like an idiot when he sees me awake.

"Can you tell me what happened? I don't remember anything after I went downstairs to talk to you." I say.

"Funny you should ask...

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"What's up?" I ask Ross as I charge after him.

"Nothing!" he yells in anger.

"Why are you so mad?" I ask. He turns around and I start getting scared. His hard  expression softens when he sees my scared eyes and trembling lips. He comes over and holds me tight against his warm body. I hug back and he pulls me in tighter. I was so cold before. Now I'm feeling feverish. Not just because he's so warm. He can feel me shaking against him and he takes the open part of his jacket and wraps them around me. He grabs the blanket off the patio chair and we sit down in the hammock. He wraps the blanket around us and he holds me tight and I snuggle into his chest.

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"Oh." I say. He must have taken me upstairs to his room after I had fallen asleep. Then he took me to my room after I woke up. Now I'm awake again.

"Are you still coming to the hockey game later?" he asks me. Holy crap. The hockey game. I totally forgot. He's gonna tell some girl he loves that he loves her there. I can't go there. It'll just be too much.

"No." I don't wanna go." I say. It kills me when I see his face. His smile fades and it's replaced with a sad face. A face that not even the saddest person in the world could make.

"I was hoping you would be there." he says, looking down.

"I'm just really tired." I lie. I can't stand his face. He looks like he's gonna cry. I don't get it. How can I be mad that he loves someone and still love him. I quickly tell him I'll go. I can't be strong.

I just can't.

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