"We have to start practicing guys," Chance tells us. We're at my house where Brady and I are both lying down on top of my bed. Courtney came and brought Mr. Puggington, so Brady is petting him.
"I'm not practicing without Drew. That's the deal, right? All or nothing," I protest. Brady nods now that both of us are out of our neck braces. Drew, on the other hand, is still in the hospital. He hasn't opened his eyes yet, and the doctors don't know if he ever will. It's emotionally draining, but not as emotionally draining as going to five funerals in the past two weeks.
"We're not performing without Drew. We need to practice, so we can advance," Chance advises us.
"Sergio, any thoughts?" Brady asks the boy who is sitting off to the side.
"I think we should do an original song, and we can spend the time writing it," he suggests, mashing up the two ideas. I try to sit up, but I feel a hand on my shoulder.
"Michael lie back down," Amelia tells me, and I do as she says. I lie back down. She's been taking care of me for the past two weeks, bringing me my homework and such. You'd expect them to exuse you from your work if you're stuck in bed, injured, but I guess not.
"I already started on some stuff. If you guys don't like it, it's fine. It's only some ideas," Sergio pulls a notebook out from his backpack. "We can play it acoustically instead of how I originally intended it." He opens it up.
"Holy smokes I'm lucky," I cringe at the lyrics. Sergio shrugs.
"I don't know. You can write your own rap. Those are just filler," he suggests nervously.
"This song sounds like a bop Serg," Brady smiles while looking over it. He's in a much better state than I am. All he has now is a broken arm and a broken leg. I was sitting next to the window, so the glass from the window hit me, and the metal from the side physically got stabbed into my side. I'm going to have a giant scar on the left side of my body. On top of that, the bus caved in and crushed the left side of my body.
"We're only performing this if Drew wakes up," I state, and Chance nods.
"Of course. None of us would want to perform without him," Chance purses his lips. Ever since the accident, I've seen more of the old Chance, the Chance before he got in the fight with Drew.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," my mom opens the door slightly, peeking her head in,"but I think you four have to be getting to school. It starts in fifteen minutes." She gestures to everyone but Brady and I.
"Thank you Mrs. Smith. We'll be on our way now," Chance smiles. He places his backpack over his shoulder and picks up Sergio's for him.
"Bye guys," Sergio waves as he leaves the room.
"Will you two be fine?" Amelia asks wearily as Courtney kisses Brady's forehead.
"Yep. We have countless hours of schoolwork in front of us," I joke. A towering pile of work that we haven't been able to complete sits stacked up by the side of my bed.
"Bye Brady. Bye Michael. We'll be back after school," Courtney leaves the room with Amelia, leaving Brady and I.
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"We're back," today was full of boredom and nothingness. Brady and I rambled about useless stuff, and I tried to do schoolwork until I got a massive headache to the degree where I couldn't work anymore.
"Brady's sleeping," I tell them. Not only is he sleeping, but he has Mr. Puggington sleeping on top of his leg that isn't broken.
"We brought more school work," Amelia places a fresh pile of papers beside my bed.
"You know what I want more than school work?" I make another hopeless attempt to get my phone back. The doctors said both Brady and I have to wait three weeks to be exposed to the type of light that comes off of our phones. It's so boring without it.
"I would give you it if I could," she tells me. We haven't really addressed what she said in the hospital. I just came out of a relationship, and another one isn't necessarily what I need right now, but who knows. I have been starting to see her in a different light.
"One more week," I sigh. She nods.
"Where's Chance?" I look around. Sergio is here, but Chance isn't.
"He's visiting Drew, and then he's going on a date with Alex," Courtney announces, sitting down in a chair that is next to the bed.
"Why can't Drew just wake up? We need him to wake up," I frown.
"I don't know Michael, but he will soon. I know it."
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CHAPTER ONE. Thoughts?
Okay I'm just putting this out there, if Michael ever changes his hair style, no one is going to be alright. I am actually curious what his hair looks like when it's not floofed up though🤔 Like all of the other guys have changed up their hair from boy band, except Michael. I'm fine with it. I want that
I'm going to start updating my other stories again guys😂 Yep, I have two other stories that deserve attention too
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