I'll Wear Orange - (finished)

I'll Wear Orange - call me, yell at me, then offer me a lift?

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I think it isn't as sad as the others, kinda a happy- ish chapter =D and t's a bit longer too.

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Chapter seven - call me, yell at me, then offer me a lift?

Wednesday afternoon.

"The doctors called me, because they had my results early. I don't think that was a good thing. They told me everything they tested for came back high and that I should go in and talk to my doctor ASAP to discuss them better because it isn't something they like to talk about over the phone. Doesn't sound good, does it?

I text Cole from school - yes I was stupid enough to go to school. Dumb ass thing that, I spent the day on the floor in an office under a blanket feeling like crap ditching lessons, but anyway, I text Cole and told him I was hungry which was odd and that I missed my horses, since I hadn't seen them since Monday? The reply I got was cute. *Honey sandwiches will be waiting for you when you get in. I shall sort out everything you need to take to the yard with you; you can change in the car. I do hope you are feeling better? You have made me worry you know I was not pleased about you going to school today. After all you were sick this morning. Is there anything else I can bring with me when I come to get you? X* Honey sandwiches, they were my favourite. But now it's just bread covered in liquid sugar. Oh well, it's the thought that counts.

He came and got me and the sandwiches were cut into little squares just how I like them. I've told Lisha about what the doctors said, she said she hopes I get better and I'm in her prayers. She has had a bad day I think; she and Jay really want a baby. It's just not happening yet. But I have a plan. So diary, I'll divulge and tell you what it is. What I'm going to do is . . . hold that though my phones ringing."

I fished it out of my bag and read the name flashing before me. Can you guess? No, okay I'll tell you. Four letters. O and a W and an E and an N. O-W-E-N. Wonder what he wants.

'Hello, what do you want now you've decided to talk to me?' okay maybe a little short, but getting results that lean further towards you have cancer than you not, well it leaves you in a bad mood.

'I called to say I'm sorry about throwing you on the floor,' he said.

'It's okay,' I said. I didn't know what else to say. Yeah you were a dick, you hurt me, and I hate you? All lies, okay well maybe not the first one, but still, not like I'm gonna say it to him . . . yet.

'Dom told me you cut yourself, are you stupid or something?' here we go again. His voice was getting louder, but it kinda sounded raspy too. Like it hurt to talk, is that what I'd sound like if I am ill?

'Dom's a douche. Yeah I am stupid; I thought we already covered that when we were together. On more than one occasion if I remember rightly,' I said.

'You could have told me yourself.' He snapped.

'When, Owen? When the bloody hell could I have told you? When you were ignoring me on the bed? When you threw me on the floor? Or when you slammed the door in my face?' I hissed. 'You didn't exactly give me much of a chance did you? Look if you're just going to give me a lecture like the one I got off your brother and my brother can you just hang up, because I am really not in the mood right now.'

'You pissed me off, Ash. I told you I didn't want you there and you didn't listen! You never listen!' he shouted, 'And you don't have a brother.'