Samantha Johnson's P.O.V.
I was currently scrolling through YouTube when I saw another video of Corbyn. I clicked it, reading some comments and watching him. What the fuck. He's only five and he's already playing the cello. And he's better than how a five year old should be! The video ended as I pursed my lips. Time to call some people again.
Zach Herron's P.O.V.
I was currently taking a nap when my phone rang, awakening me from my deep slumber.
"Oh my God. What, Sam? I was taking a nap." I said, annoyed, as I rubbed my eyes.
"Dude, this is so cool!" She said, then sent a message. It's a YouTube video.
"I'll watch it later." I said, still half asleep.
"Watch it nooooow." And she ended the call.
"Geez." I muttered under my breath, closing my phone and going back to sleep.
Jonah Marais' P.O.V.
I was currently cuddling with Leia when my phone rang.
"Who's calling you?" Leia asked, looking up at me.
"Uh, I don't know. Lemme check." I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, rubbing my hand on Leia's shoulder as she looked at me, "Oh, it's Sam."
She chuckled, "Okay."
I answered the call, "Yooooo. Dude, have you seen this?!"
"First of all, stop shouting in my ear," I said, moving the phone away from my ear a little, "and second, seen what?"
"Wait. I'll send it." I received a notification, "There. See it?"
"Yeah. So what is the big deal about this?"
"Dude, watch it! It's Corbyn!" Then she hung up.
"That was weird."
"It's Sam. What do you expect?" Leia chuckled.
"True."
"What did she want?"
"She wanted me to watch an old video of Corbyn."
"Oh."
"Want to watch it?"
"Sure."
Daniel Seavey's P.O.V.
"Sam, I swear you call us everytime." I said, nagging at the girl.
"Have you–"
"Yes, we saw it. I'm with Zach and Corbyn."
"Well, what do you think? Corbyn's so talented, right?!"
"Sure, yeah, he is." I sneezed, "Anyways, I'm gonna head back to bed. I got the flu."
"Wait, what? You're with Zach and Corbyn, right? Where are you? At Zach's, Corbyn's or yours?"
"My house. Zach and Corbyn just left."
"Hold on. Me and Jack are gonna drop by." She ended the call before I even get to respond. A couple minutes later, a honk echoed, followed by people going through my front door and into my bedroom. I raised a brow at them and Jack raised a spare key I've given him.
I've been having a fever since this morning. Sweating, headache, chills, sore throat, cough and I'm congested. *I hate being sick.*
"Listen, Corbyn told me everything. I grabbed some medicine for everything." Sam said, laying some bottles on my nightstand. Jack just looked at me and nodded as Sam continued telling me what time I should drink this and that and then telling me to eat properly.
"Sam, just stop talking." I groaned, feeling my head hurt. The headaches making me feel sensitive to the light and sounds. She stopped talking, looking at me, then nodded.
"I'll be downstairs if you need me." She went downstairs, Jack looking at me, debating who he should follow. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
***
I woke up, looking at my clock. Damn, it's been five hours. I walked downstairs, seeing Sam on the couch. She looked at me, raising a bottle of what I think is beer, "Hey. Feeling better?"
"Why do you have beer? You're too young to drink. You're only eighteen." I said.
"Technically, I can do whatever I want when I'm eighteen." She placed the bottle on my table, "Anyways, you better?"
"Technically, when you're eighteen, you can buy a car and a house and things like that, but it's illegal for you to drink." I corrected her, taking the beer from her.
"Hey." She said, standing up even though she's a little tipsy.
"Okay. You just sit back down, or lay down, better yet, and rest." I said. She walked towards me, tiptoeing to grab the bottle, "Daniel, give it back."
"No, Sam. I said, lay down." I remember my little cousins that I used to babysit. I used my calm but authoritative babysitter voice. She grunted, acting like a child, sitting down with her arms crossed.
"Where's Jack?" I asked. Just then, the door opened, "Woah, dude. I thought you were sick. Why do you have a beer?"
"I am sick. But when I woke up, somehow, Sam had a beer."
"It wasn't that bad. It's just one, well, actually," She butts in, looking at the bottles on the table.
"Not that bad? You're kidding me, right? My whole living room smells like beer." I said as the smell attacked my nose. Jack grabbed the bottles, putting them in the trash. He shook his head, "Sorry, man. We got into an argument while you slept and I left. I'm gonna take her home now." Jack carried Sam, not without having her squirm, "You take care of yourself. Take the meds"
He walked out, carrying Sam over his shoulders.
