(A/N) This is still in Marcus' POV
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I felt someone shaking me awake. I opened my eyes to see Krystal's mother leaning over to me, "Your mother is wondering when you're coming home," she whispered. I knew she didn't want to wake Krystal. Probably in fear she would wake up and vomit again.
I sighed and rubbed my eyes, "What time is it?" I asked. I watched as she directed her phone into my eyes making me squint due to the light. It was ten fifty-one. I guess I'll just take a sick day tomorrow because I'm too tired to move. "Tell her I'm taking a sick day tomorrow so I'll just stay here. I'm too tired to move, plus she's asleep," I nodded my head at Krystal.
My mother nodded, "Okay. I'll let her know," she murmured, leaving the room. I then glanced down at Krystal, who was in deep sleep. I then slightly moved her over so I could go to the bathroom. Yeah, I know I said I was too tired to move, but that was just so I could stay.
I then jumped over Krystal and walked towards the bathroom. I reminded myself that the one that Krystal was vomiting in earlier had to be her mother's room so I would have to search for this one. I then made my way down the hallway and luckily the first door I opened happened to be the bathroom.
I walked in and unbuttoned my pants, and let myself pee. I don't know how long I was holding it, but it was very relieving. Once I had finished I zipped up my pants and walked back to Krystal's room. I grabbed my bag, which was filled with candy and began to snack.
In the process of opening the packaging to my bag of Hershey kisses, Krystal began to wake up. She let out a yawn and glanced at me, "What are you doing?" She asked, while my back was turned to her.
I looked at her and showed her my bag of kisses. She then jumped off her bed and smiled, "I want some! Give me," she began to fight me for the bag, but I was much stronger.
I rolled my eyes, "As if, you're sick. You're not supposed to eat this stuff if you're sick. My mother has told me that," I notified her, which made her cross her arms and pout. I then sighed and gave her one.
She quickly grabbed it, but carefully unwrapped it. I watched her with a smile on my face. She eventually got the wrapper undone without a single tear. She then stuck it in her mouth and sucked on it. While doing this she then took the wrapper and began to flatten out the wrinkles.
I then let out a laugh watching this. Her eyes met mine, "What?" She asked, chocolate still in her mouth, which made me pinch the bridge of my nose while smiling.
I shook my head, "Nothing. Your process of eating candy is a little weird, don't you think?" I inquired, still smiling at her.
She sent me a glare, "You're kind of rude. This is just how I do things," she stated, swallowing the chocolate.
I felt myself rolling my eyes at her and opened up another kiss. These were my favorite, especially the caramel, which I will not bring out because I didn't want her taking any.
I then looked at her, "So, how are you feeling?" I questioned. She seemed to look better than earlier, and that was probably because she wasn't vomiting everywhere.
She shrugged, "I still feel like vomiting, but I feel a little better than earlier," she answered. She then walked over to her dresser and began to tie her hair into a bun. She looked at me, "Long hair is annoying," she commented.
I pretended to flip my hair over my shoulder, "Tell me about it, girl," I joked, which made her laugh. I then bit my lip, "So, I was thinking about just dropping the bet," I told her.
