FroZres

Tommy's Painful Happy Place

Nick's POV:
"Wake up, Ashlie! We're here!" I called to Ashlie, getting out of the car. Ashlie's red hair(red?Brown?Black?IDK) lifted with her head off the window.
"Hmm?" Ashlie yawned, squinting her eyes at me.
"Wakie, wakie, Ashlie! Don't you some Macaroons?" I knew Macaroons were her favorite. "MACAROONS?! I FUCKING LOVE MACAROONS!!" Ashlie started to scream, like she'd seen a spider, as she jolted up out of the car.
"WELL MAYBE IF YOU'D STOP SCREAMING, YOU'D GET SOME!!" I had to scream back, it's all a part of friendship.
"Naw, Nick. I don't think so." Ashlie giggled slightly, closing the car door.
"N-no? Fine, whatever." I replied babyishly.
Ashlie started to walk around the car, dancing to nothing. I followed. "What are you doing?"
She turned to me, shaking her hips, and swinging her fists near her shoulders and neck. "I'm dancing, of course!"
"To what?" I chuckled, walking up to her and grabbing her wrists. "There's no music playing."
"Nick, we can make our own music!" Her eyes were bright lights in my vision.
"Can we go inside now?" I didn't know what it was, but I started to feel uncomfortable, wrong, like, I shouldn't be here.
"Yes, Nick. Yes we can." Ashlie released one wrist and lead me inside with the other. "TO THE MACAROONS!!" She swung the door right open. "Get inside, Nick! Ladies first!"
At least, not with her.
Tommy's POV:
My eyes opened. I wasn't on the bathroom floor anymore; I sat up off my back, that had been lying on the mattress of a king sized bed.
"I'm in Nick's house!" Happiness rushed to my heart, and filled my head.
My ears perk up towards the door, someone, something was outside it; talking began to commence. "Oh, good, he's awake." There were two people out there.
Just stay quiet, you idiot.
"Thomas?" The voice I heard started to come in. "You're lucky Nicholas found you when he did." She was a little old lady, very weary, wide, -yet skinny- Nick's mom, obviously. I never had the chance to meet his parents.
"What happened?" My head seemed to be mad at me, as soon as I asked, a massive migraine clicked on.
She looked down, fiddling with her fingers. "Oh, sweetie, you had seemed take a tumble off the bridge."
"What," The pain was unbearable; I had two hands on my head now. "How- d-did that...happen-?"
"Sweetie, are you okay?" She had finally looked up at me. "You seem to be in pain."
My hands held the top of my head, and my elbows rested on my knees. "Just...a migraine-" everything got blurry, out of focus, ringing started in my ears. "It's fine."
"Nonsense!" She stood up, arguing my statement. "Migraines aren't good, Thomas!"
"I'm fine, really!"
"No, no. Let me get you someone medicine." She hurried out of the room, rushing for medicine.
You're pathetic. Can't even handle a migraine. Geez, no wonder Nick didn't pick you.
"Uhh..Tommy?" Knocking, Nick peered in. "How are you feeling? I'm sorry I didn't come in right away, but I made you some tea; it's green tea..it's the best kind after a traumatic experience...a-and- and...yeah.." Nick was as cute as ever.
"I'm...fine? At least, I think I am...I don't really know...but, I do have this migraine.." The pain was unbearable. "But, don't worry. Your Mom's got it."
"My mom? How could it be my mom? She's at work, and it's just us here." Nick looked worried now. "Here, let me get you some medicine, you're hallucinating."
"wha- what?" I closed my eyes, wanting to escape this place; I felt myself falling, falling into nothingness and blackness.
Lifeless, floating through space and time, the migraine seemed to have stop, my happy place.
This was a pain he never felt before, a stinging pain, paralyzed, stung, this was just one more type of pain he couldn't escape.