Marcus and Martinus

A sick broadway show

It was the next morning. I wasn't feeling too well, but I shook it off. I stood up from my bed and walked over to get dressed. Suddenly I sprinted over to the washroom and threw up in the toilet.
My mom came over to see what had happened and asked me, "Y/N. Are you okay?"
I shook my head, "No, my stomach really hurts." Tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Okay sweetie, I'll call the school and tell them you're not coming today."
Then she left me. I slowly walked back to bed to get some rest.
As soon as I crawled into bed, I heard the doorbell ring. Martinus was here to walk with me to school! I got up and went downstairs, but my mom already answered the door.
"Hi Martinus, Y/N is sick, but you can come inside for a second."
I walked over to him, but I didn't want to get him sick, so I decided to keep my distance.
"Hey Y/N. I hope you feel better, but I gotta go. I'll swing by after school though."
He left and I shut the door.
My mom and dad left for work. Lucas had a day off, so I stayed home with him.
"Y/N! Can we watch a movie?!" Lucas called from upstairs.
He bolted down the stairs like his life depended on it, then jumped on the couch beside me.
"Sure, but we have to agree." I said grabbing the remote.
He never saw Moana and he was practically begging me to watch it, so I agreed.
We put subtitles on so we could sing along.
I paused the movie and got up to make us some pancakes and popcorn. It was early in the morning, so we had to have a decent breakfast.
We slowly waddled back to the couch with our food, making sure not to spill it.
Lucas switched the movie on. I'm kinda glad I was sick, then I could spend a day with my youngest sibling.
An hour passed by and it started to rain. We were pretty board since I couldn't go outside.
Lucas dashed for his umbrella and opened it up to twirl it around like a broadway musical show.
He then sang the "Itsy Bitsy Spider."
I joined in with my umbrella and we did a glamorous knee kick dance thingy.
My stomach wasn't too good, so for the ending I ran to the bathroom and threw up. The six year old menace followed me, and when I was done, he finished with some jazz hands. It was at this moment when I realized how weird my family is.
"ONE MORE TIME!" Lucas squealed.
"No, we're done," I said laughing my butt off.
I told Lucas to play by himself for a while, so I could take a nap. It was hard putting myself to bed, but I somehow managed to do it.