(Lucas's POV)
I woke up for school. But this morning... I don't know. I have a bad feeling about something. I don't know what, but I just feel a bit uneasy about Max.
I try to shake it away and look on the bright side of the day, but I still couldn't let it go. I went to the living room to grab my backpack and walked to school.
As I walked into the school hallway I was staring at Max's locker.
Oh... So that's why I was anxious. She's not here today.
My heart sank as I realized she wouldn't be here. But what's the worse that could happen? She's probably late or there's something she needed to do at home. I shouldn't get so worried about it. The bell rang for math. I still can't believe math is our first class. Great.
(Max's POV)
I opened my eyes to find my body feeling like an oven on the inside. I had an awful headache, and I could hardly get up. I pulled my arms from under my pillow and got up slowly. I sat on my bed for a little while and my mom came in to wake me up for school. "Oh, you're already up. Well change into your clothes and fix up the inside of your backpack. Its a mess" she says sternly. Before she closes the door I say:
"But mom..." I could hardly speak because of my really sore throat. "I'm sick, like really sick. I really don't think I'll be able to get up for school" I say while I'm trying to take off my robe I was wearing from last night. I usually wear robes under my pajamas since I feel cold at night. My mom rolled her eyes and said
"you're lying. Stop playing around and wake up" I got so upset because she's not believing me!! I flopped back on the bed and tucked myself into it in anger. Finally she let me stay home and closed my door.
I figured since I was sick I needed something to do. I still was too weak to get up, so I slowly walked to my closet and got my diary just to write whatever I could possibly think about.
{Max's Note} 6/8/20
I'm at home (thank god) because I was too sick to go to school.
Like really damn sick.
I woke up with a massive headache and my back is hurting like hell. Maybe in an hour I might just get a bottle of water and cook myself some food or something. I don't know. And my stomach hurts too. I either need to throw up or I'm on my period.
When I finished writing, I went to go use the bathroom to see if I needed to throw up. And boy was I right. I turned to the toilet and stuck my head in it. I couldn't even tell you when I was finished. I felt so disgusted by myself, but I pretty much do any other day.
When I was done, I went into my living room and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. While I waited for it to load, I just fiddled with my shaking pale fingers . My attention went back to the TV when I heard the sound of it. I didn't know what to watch, so I changed the channel to 180, the Cartoon Network channel. I kept watching the TV and drinking my water until I heard a knock on my door.
I wasn't gonna let anybody know I was sick, so I yelled out "I'm coming! One sec!" And slowly walked to the bathroom to brush my hair and covered my face with my mom's makeup.
I opened the door. It was Lucas.
"Oh hey... You weren't at school so I thought I could come see you. Are you okay?" He said as he gave me some candy.
I smiled, grateful for his small gift "Yeah I'm fine... I'm just sick so I'm staying home, and I don't really think candy's a good idea right now."
"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. Maybe I could do something else for you?"
I knew if I declined, he'd insist anyway. I didn't wanna try to make him sick but I let him in since he sounded really happy to visit.
As I sat down to watch the TV again, Lucas sat in a chair that was next to me. "There was just something I wanted to talk to you about" I smiled in curiosity and let him continue.
"It's okay if you disagree... But I was wondering if you wanted to be like more... than friends?" I didn't really know what he meant at first, I honestly thought he was kidding.
"Wait, you mean as in like a thing? Like being together?" I asked quietly since my voice was still scratchy. He hugged me and kissed my cheek. (I took that as a yes straightforwardly) and stayed there for about an hour.
I checked my clock on my phone.
11:12.
Crap. My mom would be home in probably 14 minutes. "Shit. Lucas you gotta leave because my mom will be home soon."
"Oh okay, I'll see you later okay, feel better. Max."
I closed the door as he was walking out and I was in a smiling fit. He's really the cutest stalker ever.
