Down-Hearted Syndrome

Chapter Thirteen

 "School st-t-tarts t-tomorrow, u-ugh." Drew exclaimed, lowering the volume of his Spotify Playlist.

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/ieroplane/playlist/5RXBsQoDXV55J10nsDqBPD?si=mEr2rUWoRb2eI_rqRjYANQ (Thanks to my dear friend for making it, you're epic!)

"Hah, I don't have to go." I said, leaning back in my spinning chair. Drew looked at me, puffing his cheeks in mock anger. "You b-b-better b-be there!" I laugh, whirling my chair with my foot. "I will, I will..." I assure him, my voice trailing off.

"So, w-what d-d-d-did y'all d-do after I l-left?"

Each other. I fought to hold back my immediate thought, biting my lip. "We just played Mortal Kombat..." The fighting was pretty rough, and It wasn't blood I was covered in when I 'Finished Him'...

Stifling a laugh, Drew doesn't seem to notice. "Ugh. That game is w-w-way too b-brutal! I d-d-don't know h-how you-u could st-st-stand playing it." Drew exaggerated the words, curling his tongue in disgust. It gets pretty nice after a while, until the Finisher hits. "Yeah, we had to stop playing because Ollie got really uncomfortable."

That was a lie. We actually had to stop because my mom could've walked through the door at any second...

 "Finally, s-someone und-d-derstand-ds!" Drew flung his hands into the air.

Jumping at the sound of an opening door, Drew yelped in a high-pitched tone. "Hi, mom!" I yelled over the sound of the music. "Hey, honey!" I hear her familiar voice call, looking up as she pushed open my bedroom door.

"Hi, mom." Drew said, smiling at her.

"Hi, DrewDrop!"

She has a cute nickname for all of my friends.

Drew is DrewDrop or Drewwie,
Ollie is OliveCake,
Leslie is Lezzy,
And I'm Sally.

"I bought Ramen for you, and some more puppy food for Peri!..." She began handing me items as she named them, Drew gladly accepting any candy.

"I have a business trip coming up, so I won't be here for a while. Drew, Can I trust you to make sure he's taking his medicine?" Drew nods vigorously, "Yes ma'am."

"Alright, boys, I'll be in my room. Call me if someone's bleeding, on fire, or projectile vomiting." My mom smiles sweetly.

"Oh, I was j-just head-d-ded out..." Drew stands and opens the door, letting it swing shut. I can hear him thanking my mother for some candy he took before the slamming of my front door. Lazily, I sat on the rim of my bed and slowly detached my legs, moving the sore stubs they now are.

"Good night, Peri..." I whisper as the Pomeranian starts licking my face. "Go to beddd..." Obeying, she curls into a ball next to my head. I fall asleep to the sounds of her high-pitched snoring.