Amelia's POV
"Hey" I say cooly when he enters the room.
"Are you okay?" he asks softly. I wish he would just stop asking me that.
"I'm awesome." He raises his eyebrow as if to ask me what the hell I am talking about. "I called Kate, and she is driving here to help me. I called my mom a half hour later soshe should get here a little after Kate. It is going to look like I was with Kate when I passed out. You just have to leave in a little bit."
A sad expression crosses his face so I feel bad. I know how badly he wants to stay with me but he has to understand. If he stays, I am dead.
"Amelia, will you be okay?" he says.
"I'll be fine." I say. I don't know who I am lying to, him or me.
"Okay well how long until I have to leave?" He has sad little puppy eyes taking iver his face.
"Uh I don't know. Not just yet." I say and his eyes light up.
"Okay, so whatcha wanna do?" He asks while sitting on the bed.
"I'm extremely hungry." I say emphasising extremely.
"Oh sorry." He says jumping up "What do you want me to go get?"
"A Chifila sandwhich with no pickles meal with fries and um a Pepsi." I am starving.
"I can do that" He says and once again leaves the room"
I can't wait for this whole thing to be over. I just want to spend to with Brent when I am not in a hospital.
This week has been crazy. With seeing Brent again, telling him about Nash, and now getting hospitalized for a little while.
I'm so happy Brent understands the Nash thing, but he can't find out the rest. He would never speak to me again.
(Sorry I couldn't update yesterday. I can make it up to you though. I will do a double update today if I get 50 total votes on my story. so start voting and tell your friends<3love yah)
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أدب الهواةYou know him as a famous viner, Amelia knows him as Brent, the love of her life.