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Chapter Thirty: Here For You

Chapter Thirty: Here For you

Btw, if you're going to play the song, I recommend skipping the intro and going to 01:08. You're welcome :3. xD.

Ellie 

It's been a few days since I had hung out with Bryony and Joe, and I had found myself already missing them. The black underwear that she had bought for me was in its paper bag, stuffed into the corner of my room. I wasn't sure if I was going to be wearing that anytime soon - or at all, even. However, it was friendly of Bryony to buy it for me all the same. 

I sit up in bed, my knees against my chest and my back against the wall. I was feeling rather hungry this morning, and I couldn't wait for Mark to return with breakfast. I let out a breath, standing up off of the bed as I stretch out. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down my body, press my hand to my stomach. Too many breakfasts in bed for me - I think visiting the gym this afternoon was the best thing to do. I hadn't been in a while, and it was starting to show. 

I go downstairs for breakfast instead of waiting upstairs, catching Mark at the bottom of the stairs. I take my plate of food off of him, place a kiss on his lips, and sit myself on the sofa instead. I take a bite of buttery toast, scrolling through some channels. I end up just watching the music channel, listening to it briefly. I am aware of the beat, but I don't pay attention to anything else as I eat my small breakfast. Once finished, I brush my hands off on my pants and dump the dish in the sink. Humming along absentmindedly to the song on the TV, I don't really pay attention to anything. 

However, Mark walks in and begins singing along to the song. When I finally pay attention to the lyrics, I realize that it's Clone by the Rhett Walker Band. I grin, rolling my eyes at Mark as he walks over to me, flipping his hair. He walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me close to him. I let out a laugh, feeling like an idiot as we dance around, his arms still firmly around my waist. However, he soon releases them a little, only to dip me. I let out a yelp of surprise, frowning at his grinning face. He pulls me back up smoothly, and both of us let out a tired breath after the song finishes.

"Man, I'm out of breath now." He says, letting out a huff of air. I nod my head, coughing into the back of my hand. 

"Same," I agree, placing a hand over my chest. "I feel kind of sick, too." I admit, swallowing the lump in my throat. 

"Aww, are you okay?" He asks, tracing his hand down my arm. I open my mouth to say something, but find that I have to immediately shut it and race to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, locking it as I curl over the toilet, bile making it's way out of my throat. 

"Nope," I reply, finding my voice broken and scratchy. My throat is sore. Before I can get up to brush my teeth, I find more vomit pushing up from my stomach. I am coughing and choking over the toilet - lovely - until I pretty much collapse with exhaustion against the wall. When I am finally empty, and there is nothing but acid to throw up, I sit back against the tiled walls with my head between my knee's. I'm shaking violently and  my stomach is aching and tense, my head riddled with a dull, throbbing ache that persists to smash against the back of my skull. "Ew, am I sick?" I ask, flushing the toilet and wiping my mouth. 

"Probably. Or maybe you just ate something bad," Mark suggests from behind the door, and I let out a sigh as I go and brush my teeth. Once I've done that, I splash my face with cold water to make myself feel better. Honestly, it just makes me feel worse. "What have you ate recently?"

"Well, the same as you," I tell him, chewing on my lip in thought as I rinse my mouth out. "If I ate something bad and got sick from it, so would you." I point out, tucking my hair behind my ear. I crinkle my nose, still feeling extremely ill.