Fix You ~Completed~

Act Sixty-Two

Apparently, seafood agreed with Gale about as well as it agreed with me. An hour after we left Alioto's, Gale nearly collapsed with a rotten stomach. Ed and I brought him back to our hotel and laid him down to rest. "Want us to go grab some medicine? There's a little store downstairs that probably has something," I offered, gently adjusting the pillow near Gale's head so that he would be comfortable. He swatted my hand away and mumbled he wanted to be left alone. "Dude, just let us-"

"Guys, I feel really crappy and want to be left alone," he mumbled, sitting up in bed and rushing to the bathroom just as some vomit came up.

Eddie and I ran downstairs to get him something to calm his stomach; flu medicine, 7-Up, and Saltines. He took them happily and gave each of us a grateful smile before insisting we went to explore while he nursed himself back to health.

"Ale was more excited than any of us about this trip and he isn't even gonna get to enjoy it!" I groaned while Eddie and I stood on the curb. Ed was sticking his thumb out, waiting for a taxi I supposed. "Do you think he'll feel better by tomorrow? We're only here for three days before we leave. It'd suck if he was down the whole time."

My brunette friend flashed me a small smile. "Don't worry, Clemmy. Gale is tough as hell. Even if he isn't feeling up to par, he'll still go out as long as he stops puking. He isn't gonna waste this trip."

A taxi idled up to us and Eddie opened the door for me. "Where to?" the man driving asked, glancing back at me when I crawled in. Eddie followed and asked him to drive us to some park.

The drive took a good twenty minutes with traffic. Halfway to our destination, Eddie must have noticed my hands were trembling, because he reached out and took them in his own. "The city is so full of life," he murmured, gesturing to the people dancing on the sidewalk outside the window near my face. I giggled when the taller of the duo began doing a set of movements similar to the Chicken Dance. Eddie certainly wasn't wrong about that. "I could see myself settling down in someplace like this."

"A big city?" I asked, my voice betraying my terrified emotions. Eddie wanted to live in a city filled with hundreds of thousands if not millions of people?

I couldn't. I could never live that life, even if it was with Eddie. As much as I wanted to be his other half, I didn't think I could move to someplace like San Francisco. There was too much noise, too many people- not enough breathing room.

Squeezing his hand, I chose to ignore that worry. We weren't even dating. I had nothing to worry about, not yet. Maybe after graduation I could be afraid. That was when Eddie would probably move.

The curly haired boy turned to me, shaking his head. Relief flooded my veins. "No, I'm not much of a city slicker," he joked, making me giggle. I scooted closer to him and rested my cheek on his shoulder hesitantly. The taxi driver wasn't watching us and no one could see inside our car. It was fine for us to be so close. "I do want to live someplace lively, though. I want to live in a town that's accepting of all people and is a solid kind of happy."

"A guy was once killed by a flying fire hydrant here, Ed. I wouldn't say this place is exactly that happy." I playfully pinched his arm.

He nudged my head with his nose, chuckling. "I don't know. I still feel like... like it's just overflowing with all these positive emotions, you know?"

"That's what I think about you," I admitted, squeezing his hand. Eddie looked down at me and bit his lip, his eyes finding mine in a fraction of a second. "You're so full of happiness and positivity. I love that about you."