Ross' PoV
I love Marriya Ratliff. Every time the words go through my head, butterflies erupt in my stomach. Every time is say it aloud, my head spins to the point where I have trouble standing. I never knew what it felt like to be in love before I met Marriya. I never believed it to be possible to want to do everything for someone else, because their happiness is all that matters to you. I want her to be happy for the rest of her life, and I want to be with her the entire time. I guess that is what love is.
I've tried to tell her, but I've either chickened out at the last second or smashed my little brother's phone. It will be best to wait until we're back in LA and I can be with in person.
After crawling under the blankets in my bunk, I lay awake wondering how three little words can mean so much, and what I did to deserve such an amazing girl.
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Rydel's PoV
We've been on tour for almost three weeks now, and I really feel like I've caught some sort of stomach sickness. I don't know what's wrong, but I throw up constantly, mainly in the mornings though. The boys all feel fine, which confuses me, but I hope whatever it is passes soon.
As if on cue, my jaw begins to quiver as a violent as a loud rumble tears through stomach. I'm standing in seconds, my bare feet padding against the tile floor as I run to the bathroom. Collapsing in front of the toilet, I begin retching violently as bile rises in my throat.
Two warm hands suddenly graze my neck, pulling my long blond hair out of my face.
"Oh, Delly," Riker murmurs, rubbing my back softly as I continue to vomit.
Once I feel as if there is nothing left inside of me, I allow my limp frame to collapse into my older brother's arms.
This has become almost a routine for us. It's gotten to the point where he sleeps in my room at every hotel, and on a couch about half his size outside the bathroom on the bus just to be with me at these times. At my request, he hasn't told the others how sick I am.
"Del?" He asks softly.
"Yeah, Rik?"
"Did you and Jordan ever?..." he trails off.
Tears welling in my eyes, I nod my head.
"Do you think maybe..."
"I don't know," I sob, burying my head in his chest.
"Well I got you this," he whispers, holding me tighter to his body as he pulls out a pregnancy test. "I think you should take it, just to be safe."
"Riker, what if I am?" I ask weakly.
"Then you are about to begin another segment of this crazy adventure called life. I promise I will be with you the entire way, no matter what that test says. Same with Ellington, and Rocky, and Ross, and Marriya, and Ryland. Mom and Dad will support you, and no one will stop loving you. I promise."
"I love you, Riker."
"I love you too, Rydel."
Slowly, he helps me to my feet.
"Listen, I'm going to go see the boys. I want to give you your privacy for this. Just come see me after, alright?"
After I nod slowly, he presses the door shut. Shakily, I pull open the box. Breathing deeply, I act on the only ounce of courage I have left inside of me and take the test.
The seconds feel like hours as I wait for the test to register my results. After it does, I wish anything but the results.
The small stick slips from my fingers, clattering on the ground.
I let out a muffled sob.
Positive.
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Marriya's PoV
I've been in Toronto for 3 weeks now, and they are going about as well as I could have hoped. Mikayla works full time, so I am usually alone when I visit the hospital.
Both boys have made no improvement, but neither have gotten any worse either. We got word from the police the other day that no charges would be pressed, as both boys were in the wrong and the families didn't need the stress of court at this difficult time.
"Hey, Sam," I say as I walk into the room. "Hey, Jeremy."
As I take my seat in between the boys beds, I am struck with the usual wave of sadness. It is predicted that neither boy will make it through in the end, but I refuse to believe it. I love them too much, so I keep faith that God will grant another miracle in my life.
Turning to face Sam, I take his cold hand between my own.
"Hey, Sammy," I murmur. "How are you doing? I know it is a stupid question to ask, seeing as we are in a hospital right now, but I would still like to know. I would like you to wake up and tell me yourself."
I pause, as if waiting for an answer I know I am not going to get.
"I just want you to know that I love you. It may not be in the way you wanted, but that doesn't change anything. I really need you to wake up. I can't handle losing you, please wake up."
I am about to continue when the door swings open, revealing the last person I want to see right now.
"Hey, Marriya," he says, the shock of seeing me here evident in his voice.
"Hey, Kayden."
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So I know this was short, but I think it turned out alright 😊 Please let me know what you thought of it!
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