But I Hate You (Justin Bieber) *EDITING*

Chapter 21

Y/n

"Honey?"

"Sweety. Wake up?"

"Oh Zac. You're so strong.."

"What? Y/N get up!!"

"WHAT?! I'M UP. I'M UP!!" I jumped out of bed.

"I need you to stay home with Avalon today. She's sick." My dad whispers.

"You woke me up for that? Dad I was just about to kiss Zac Efron"

"Well Zac can wait. Now did you hear what I said?"

"Yes. I'll watch her. "

"Thanks sweety. I love You"

"Love you too Dad."

"Oh. And I'll be home late and I left some money on the counter for you two"

With that he walks out and shut the door.

I turn and see the clock.. Only 11:00. I can sleep a little more before she-

"OWWW MY TUMMY HURTS!!"

-wakes up..

I hop out of my warm and comfy bed out into the cold hallways all the way across to her room.

"Y/n. My tummy hurts. And my head hurts. And My chest hurts and my thumb. My thumbs really hurts!!"

" You're thumb?"

"Hmm" She nods.

"You don't look sick babe." I place the back of my hand on her forehead. "Your not hot"

"Yes I am. See I'm sweaty. Yuckie!!" She lifts up her arm.

I touch her armpit "Avalon. Your not even wet. I smell something fishy going on"

"Yeah. Its my stinky pits. I'm sick, I tell you. Really, really sick"

"Hmm. Too bad you're sick. I was going to get some strawberry icecream today"

"I want some" She says eagerly.

"No no. Sick girls can't have ice cream or candy or anything sweet. You'll have to eat yuckie stuff.. like broccoli and spinach. And WORST BRUSSELS SPROUTS!!"

"Yuck!!" She hops out of bed and fixes her hair. " Look at that. I'm all better."

"That's what I thought. " I laugh.

I can't get mad. She learned from the best. Plus I didn't wanna go to school today anyway.

"Since your little plan didn't work today, what do you say we go out and go shopping and play at the playground?"

"Will there be ice cream?"

"There will be ice cream." I huffed. Why is she so difficult.

Pssth, 6 year olds. Drama Queens!!

She runs to her closet and gets dressed.

I go to my room and check my phone.

1 missed call from Mom.

Who cares.

1 Missed call from Ariana.

I'll talk to her later.

1 missed call from Justin.

And a message. "Meet me at the park. 2:00"

I sit my phone down and run to my closet.
Something to wear, something to wear...