~Caspian's P.O.V~
Did I like Daniel?
Mm...yea.
But this is how last night went after he kissed me...again.
~Last night~
When Daniel pulled away, he grinned and I looked away, standing up from the bed and taking a walk.
He chased after me.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"There is something wrong, I can tell."
"What's wrong is that we can't be together. What's wrong is that I'm still trying to figure out my feelings for you. What's wrong is that my dick of a dad wants to go to court and get full custody. What's wrong is that he is probably gonna win and I'm gonna have to move to Europe. What's wrong is that your so god damn hot and I can't get myself to do anything about this whole you and me situation. What's wrong is that your my best friend, and I fucking hate myself for even having the slightest feelings for you!" I told him and walked away.
"Wait!"
"No!"
"Please, we can just talk! I can help you.."
"How?"
He walked up next to me and walked he same pace as me.
"I don't know, but if it helps, I can tell you my feelings for you." He said and I stopped walking and faced him.
"I think you've shown me enough!" I spat and he backed away.
I saw everything sway and I felt sick, a major migraine coming in.
"Caspian?" Daniel asked and felt my forehead.
"You're burning up, Watermelon." He whispered and I coughed.
He picked me up and started walking, but I fell asleep.
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All I heard was my moms voice and my aunts voice.
Then my eyes opened and I saw my mom there, in the hospital room, staring at me and when she saw I was awake, she smiled and ran to get the doctor.
"Oh, nice Daniel carried you all the way home, so sweet." My aunt said and brushed some of my hair behind my ear and smiled at me.
"Yeah." I croaked and she looked at my wrist, which had a needle through it, pumping me with something.
"So, what's happening, why am I here? I'm just a little sick..." I said and my aunt frowned.
"They want you here to monitor you because your sick and the um...cancer was only a-" I cut her off.
"My cancer, was four years ago, and they still want me here when I'm sick, really?"
"Not my decision."
My mom came back with a doctor who checked me and said I had a cold.
I sighed in relief.
Then the door opened and I saw the boys come running in.
They all had hugged me, but the doctor said they probably shouldn't since I was sick and they backed away.
I smiled.
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