In Deep (rewriting?? )

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The days have been long, to say the least. Not being able to do anything because you have a concussion sucks. No phone, no books, no music, no light. Basically I eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom. Like a baby. Boy, do I feel like a baby. My mom constantly checks on me, making sure I don't have brain damage.

The highlight of my week was when Jessica and Lana came to visit. Of course, they only communicated in whispers and my mom kicked them out when it was my nap time, but seeing them was nice. I was sitting in my room staring at a wall when my mom called me downstairs. She was finally allowing me a little more movement after being on strict bed rest for the past week so being invited to come downstairs was a big deal.

As I waddled down the steps in my fuzzy penguin pajamas, messy bun, and university sweatshirt I was shocked to see who was in my house. Looking down at my appearance I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. What was James doing here? I mean he's definitely seen me looking worse at the hospital but if I had some warning I could be looking a little better. Like maybe some leggings and some brushed hair at least. "Ummmm, hi?" I say, emphasizing my confusion.

"Hey Sara," he replies, his leather jacket rubbing together as he turns more to face me. His long brown hair was flopping slightly over his forehead, framing his sharp features and making them look softer. His blue eyes found mine as I spoke again.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I was around and thought I would pop in and check on you?"

"Oh okay... why?" I ask. He already visited me in the hospital, his moral obligation is done. I don't get why he is here now.

"Well, my friend is hurt so I thought I would check up on you," he said, looking away for a second as though he is... nervous?

"Friend?"

"We are friends aren't we?" he asked, seemingly confused about why I would question the friends statement.

"Well, we have only met once," technically twice, but the first time I was passed out in the middle of the road so I don't think that counts.

"Well I think we are friends considering I practically saved your life," he says matter-of-factly.

"Please, the paramedics saved me, and also I wasn't going to die."

"But you could have," he counters.

"Anyways, how does that make us friends, you saving my life?" I say, still confused.

"Well, now we have an unbreakable bond. One that will tie us together forever." he states, "I also think you're pretty cool and want to be your friend," he finishes. It was really nice to think I was someone he wanted to get to know. It made me feel butterflies in my stomach thinking about how much he cared already.

"Well I think you're cool too," I responded, tucking my stray hair behind my ear.

"Then it's settled," he said with a light clap of his hands "friends for life." I simply laughed at the statement and followed him as he moved his way through my house. I don't know why I was following him. It was my house after all. But he seemed like he was a man on a mission and who was I to interrupt.

"Your mom invited me for dinner," he stated, breaking the silence. Most likely because he was sensing my confusion.

"Oh, okay." Why didn't she tell me this earlier?

"Hey guys," my mom says as we enter the kitchen. It looks as if she is cooking chicken breast and the smell is intoxicating. I also see cookie dough ready to go in the oven, so I am assuming that is for dessert. "It's so nice of you James to come here and see Sara again," She says, making her way around and passing me cutlery to start setting the table with. "I hope you and Sara start hanging out more. You are such a sweet boy." She continues gushing over him.

If I didn't know better I would say she was the one with a crush on him. "You know, James, Sara is getting her phone back more and more and will soon be allowed out of the house. You guys should plan something ." Okay, this is getting out of hand. Before I could jump in to stop the madness, James replies.

"We sure will, I would love to hang out with Sara. I could take her to meet some of my friends."

My mom looks at me expecting me to reply. "Yeah that would be nice," I say. Of course, my first day out of house arrest will be spent with the girls, but after that, I will most definitely take anyone's offer to do anything. After that, we ate and made small talk. My mom kept asking James questions about his life, but his answers were always vague.

Like he didn't want to respond. What do your parents do? They are in business. What school do you go to? In the next town over. What do you want to do? Business. What school do you want to go to? I don't know. Before mom could interrogate him anymore with questions I could tell he didn't really want to answer, I pulled us away, promising I would do the dishes when he left.

"Sorry about my mom."

"No, don't worry she's chill."

"So about us hanging, you really don't have to. I know my mom put you on the spot."

"Nah," he said, shrugging. "I never agree to things I don't want to do, not many can force me to do something I'm not willing to."

"Oh okay, well pass me your phone I'll give you my Snapchat. So we can plan stuff."

"Okay," he says, unlocking his phone and opening the app. After putting my name in, we said our goodbyes, and I watched him walk down my driveway and get onto the motorcycle parked at the bottom of my driveway. Sliding on his helmet, he looked back to me, sending me a wink as he flipped his visor down and sped off into the night.

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