What My Best Friend Doesn't Know (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Six: Ryan

I wake up in the hospital bed at around six A.M. James was sleeping with his head on the bed, and his hand in mine. He's holding my hand. Why does this make me feel weird?

Anyways, the doctor comes in and takes the nasal cannula out of my nose, then waits to make sure I can breathe okay on my own. I can. She takes my mom into the lobby to sign me out, so I don't miss school. 

When my mom comes back from signing me out, I nudge James to wake him up. He bolts his head up, and looks around like I startled him. I laugh. 

"What?" He asks groggily. 

I clear my throat, "I can leave. We'll take you home so you can change into new clothes." 

We both get up to leave. I stand up and get dizzy almost immediately, which is normal for me after big asthma attacks. James puts his arm around my waist and I put mine around his shoulders to make sure I don't fall over on my way out of the hospital. 

When we drive back to his house he seems very tired, which is not going to be good for football practice. 

"Hey I'll be at your house to pick you up at 8:00," James says. 

"You hate driving," I reply. 

"So? I'm not letting you drive. You've got about 45 minutes to shower and eat, so hurry up." James says as he runs into his house. 

My mom drives home, and she follows closely behind me all the way to the bathroom to make sure I'm okay. I shower, and go to my room to put some clothes on. I wasn't really feeling school ready, so I threw on a plain black t-shirt, some black joggers, and white high tops. I make my way slowly downstairs, and my mom puts a bowl of cereal at the table for me. I sit down, and begin eating. 

"How are you feeling?" She asks. 

I swallow the bite I had in my mouth, "Better." 

"That's good. I wish I could talk to your dad. But I guess now I have to start writing down all of these experiences again, so I can tell him when he finishes the mission," My mom says sounding sad. 

"Dad'll be fine. You know that right?" I say to reassure her. 

She smiles, "Yes honey, I know. Eat your breakfast." 

I finish eating at around 7:50, so I wait on James at the door. He had my backpack with him because I left it at his house for obvious reasons. Five minutes later he honks his horn. 

"Bye mom!" I say. 

"Have a good day at school!" She replies. 

I walk outside to James's car, and get in the passenger side. He hands my backpack to me, and I put it at my feet. 

"Did you eat?" He asks me. 

I nod, and rest my head against the window as he drives to school. 

"Are you okay?" Rosie asks me. 

I nod, "I'm just tired." 

"I would imagine," James said with a little chuckle to his voice, "You were tossing and turning all night." 

"I hate hospitals," I reply. 

We pull into the parking lot, and get out of the car. James comes around to my side, and follows me closely just like my mom did. When we get inside and go to our table, James pushes me into a seat immediately.  Everyone is talking and laughing like normal, but I don't feel right. After a big asthma attack, it's normal to be tired, and I'm exhausted. The talking was giving me a headache. I look over at James as he reaches into his backpack, and grabs earbuds. He promptly puts them in my ears, and turns it on to a piano playlist he just casually has. 

The bell soon rings, and the day goes as scheduled. Homeroom, English, Calculus, Anatomy, Sociology, then lunch. I walk down to lunch with James as normal.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks me. 

"Yeah. I'm fine. Bummed I can't practice tonight, but fine," I say smiling faintly. 

"It's for your own good and you know it," James says to me as we get food in the lunch line. Today was hot dogs, which means James gets two hot dogs. I hate hot dogs. We go sit down at our table, and i give him my hot dog, he gives me his fruit cup to balance my lunch a little, and then we trade juices as normal. 

"So Ryan," Lucas says, "My mom told me she saw you being rushed into the hospital last night. She said she treated you. What happened?" 

The whole table turned to me. I hate telling people about my personal life. "Um," I say, "I had an asthma attack, and my rescue inhaler didn't help, so James had to call an ambulance." 

"Oh James was there? Aw did he stay with you at the hospital?" Lucas cooed. For people who hate gays, they sure do make a lot of jokes about their friends being in relationships. 

"As a matter of fact yes, he did," I say. 

Everyone laughed, and lunch ended soon after that. Next I had Chemistry, Gym, and then study hall. I hate study hall. When the bell rings to dismiss school, I walk up to the choir room after grabbing my backpack, and James is still singing with a friend in the hall. He has an amazing voice. Picture what Jared Leto from 30 seconds to mars sounds like, and that's about what he sounds like. He's amazing. 

James spots me, and stops singing. He tells his friend goodbye, and walks down to the locker room with me. I get the note out of my backpack from the doctor, and wait on James as he gets ready. 

"I'll see you after practice," James says to me as he jogs to the football field. I sadly walk to the soccer field, and my coach holds up both of his arms. 

"Andrews! Why aren't you in practice uniform?" He yells. 

I give him the note, and he reads over it. 

"Okay," he says, "Go sit on the sidelines for today, kid. Hopefully you feel better tomorrow. Keep a close watch on the rookies so you can tell me who needs work okay?" He pits me on the back as I walk to the sidelines, and sit on the grass. 

I watch the practice go on, and watch all of the rookies who desperately need help on their footwork. Matthew keeps glancing over at me with a smug look on his face. He's going to be a real piece of work. All of the goalies who tried out yesterday each take turns on being goalie during practice. I really needed this day to show coach that I deserve that position; not Matthew. I silently groan to myself. 

I glance over to the football field, and see James killing it on the field. He must have been in a slump or something yesterday, because today he was doing amazing. 

Finally, my coach dismisses practice, and I tell him what everyone needs to work on. When I brought up Matthew's name he seemed taken aback.

"Matthew? Are you sure?" He asks. 

I nod, "Coach, he can barely run and keep the ball with him at the same time." 

"Okay. The names you just gave are the ones who will be forced to go to the Saturday morning practices then. You know, the extra practice for the ones who need it." 

I nod, and coach sends me on my way. I walk up to James and Rosie. James as pouring sweat, and Rosie has her fingers plugging her nose. I laugh. 

"Let's go. Rosie thinks you smell," I say. 

James rolls his eyes, but we get in his car and he drives us all to his house just the same. 
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A/N
I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little boring or rushed. I'm very tired. I was at a party for my cousins, and had to babysit as my younger cousins (9 of them all under the age of 10) swam. The youngest one had to be held, plus they all loove jumping into the pool. It was a long day. So again, I'm very sorry if this was boring and rushed.