My Almost Best Friend

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

It wasn't until 2 a.m. that Amarys gained consciousness.

The doctors found her breathing and heart rate to function fine, and promised that she could go home some time next week.

I sat in a crowded waiting room with Trevor, Zach, and Brett.

"So what happened again?" I asked groggily.

Brett sighed before explaining again, what had happened.

"We were all walking around after we'd won the caterpillar, when I noticed she looked kinda pale. I said her name, but she was kind of out of it, and that was right before she just hit the ground."

I really wanted to go see Amarys, but the doctors informed us she was sleeping and didn't let us go to her room.

We all stayed there all night though, being the supportive friends we are, but their seemed to be a couple missing. Claire and Mike.

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Saturday morning was one of the most embarrassing moments of my high school years.

"Say cheese!" Zach shouted, as he and Brett burst out laughing. It felt as if my eyes popped out of my head, when I awoke on Trevor's shoulder.

I'd fallen asleep on him, but in absolutely no way was it cute. At all.

My hair stuck out in a hundred different places, and I had big bags under my eyes due to the lack of sleep.

I sprang upright in my seat, somewhat attempting to smooth over my hair.

Trevor looked at me with a big stalker smile. I squinted, barely getting adjusted to the light. As if I was a pouty toddler, I crossed my arms and turned to the opposite direction.

He just laughed at me, which made get up and stomp away.

In the bathroom I flattened my staticky hair, and rinsed my face. I ran into the guys as I stood in the cafeteria getting a donut.

"There you are!" Trevor exclaimed. "The kindest most sweetest girl I know!"

He received a death glare from me, as I grumbled, "I'm not a morning person."

"Whatever you say!" he laughed.

It was almost 8 when the doctor told me I could go see Amarys.

"Hey," she said weakly. I could tell she was trying to be her usual, perky self, but she looked awful. In a sick person sort of way. Her skin was sheet white and her eyes looked bloodshot and weary. Not to mention the dozens of tubes and machinery she was hooked up to.

"How are you feeling?" I asked slowly, with a concerned expression.

"Well, I'm actually feeling okay, but I'm really sad about missing the luncheon today."

I'd totally forgotten about the stupid meeting. At least now I wouldn't have to go.

"Don't worry, I'll stay here and keep you company all day." I said firmly.

She was awestruck. "No Bree! You've got to go to the luncheon!"

"Why?" I whined. "You know Summer and I hate each others guts!"

"I just want to make sure that you're just as involved as she is, so that you can have a good chance of winning!"

The thought baffled me. Me? Winning? I almost burst out laughing.

"Please go!" she whimpered, her lip folding into a puppy dog face.

"Seriously? A puppy dog face? Nuh uh." I shook my head no.

"Please Bree?" she said quietly. "Could you at least go for me? As a friend?"

There it was again. The F-word. Friend.

I almost stuck with my no, but after all, she was in the hospital, so she somehow managed to weasel me into going.

"Fine."

"Yay! Now, what should you where..."

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My jaw dropped open as Claire spun me around in the hospital chair. I was so beyond irritated that Amarys had called Claire. No, Claire didn't show up when Amarys was emitted to the hospital, but as soon as a makeover was involved, she arrived at the speed of light.

"What do you think?!" she cheered.

I stared at my reflection, cautiously touching the ringlets that slightly resembled my hair.

Glancing down at my outfit I almost gagged. I was in a cliche white lace dress with a matching belt. And of course, matching shoes.

"Where did you get this?!" I squeaked.

"It's just an old thing I've been saving! You know, we have to dress up pretty semi-formal," she said casually.

I grumbled at my reflection, drumming with my fingers.

Amarys sighed. "Well you two look amazing, so you'd better get going. You don't want to be late!"

"Bye Amarys," I called, literally dreading this afternoon.

"See you!" she called, as she curled up into a little ball.

And just like that, I was on my way to the lunch of doom.