don't leave (l.h)

6.

As the days went on I didn't seem to get much better, my 'cold' had turned into a flue. Thankfully my mom did not stay home this whole week and I could easily call my friends (Luke) without having my mom asking me who I was talking to, which later lead to me lying to her.

On thursday at noon my phone started ringing and to my surprise the caller ID said: Drew. I was greeted by a low voice on the other side mumbling something I couldn't really identify in the phone.

"What?" I asked.

He cleared his throat. "Hi, sunshine." he repeated himself.

"Not really feeling like a sunshine." I scoffed.

"Did you get sick because of me?" he shyly asked me, his voice seemed smaller.

I nodded my head, then realized that he couldn't see me. "Yeah, it's okay though."

"Sorry." he apologized, "I felt a bit down too, and when you didn't call me I thought maybe you we're scared that I gave you some kind of disease or something."

I bursted into laughter, it wasn't really that funny it was just that I just had this discussion with Luke and boys don't seem to get that herpes can't infect you through saliva. "No, I definitely got mad at you!" I joked.

He laughed a little -I guess to my reaction. "Okay."

"So... Why'd you call me?" I asked after a minute.

"Just to see how you were doing." he paused, "Maybe wanna grab a bite someday?" he asked.

"Only if we don't share food, I wouldn't mind staying healthy." I smiled.

"Okay, that's a date. As fast as we're up on our legs to go."

I chuckled to his choice of words. "Fine, bye Drew."

"Bye sunshine."

We hung up. I put my phone on my bedside table and crawled out of bed. My stomach was craving for something to fill it and I went downstairs to the kitchen. Since I had no breakfast this morning I took down a bowl and some milk and cereals. I grabbed a spoon and walked to the living room to sit on the couch. I mostly ate in the living room, I didn't like our chairs for some reason. They were uncomfortable.

I was stuck in front of the TV for hours until my mom called me. She told me she had to work late today and that there was left-overs in the fridge. There always were. My dad usually didn't eat with us since he worked late and often he went to bars with his friends and when he got home he usually didn't have enough space for food in his stomach. Instead I went outside. It's been almost a week since I last was outside and the temperature had changed a little since last. There was no snow left on the ground and it surprised me how fast it had melted even though there wasn't much left a week ago.

I walked around the neighborhood, I saw a moving-car and five people lifting boxes into the house it was parked by. Of curiosity I walked closer to the house and stopped a bit further away from it. A short, blonde woman in the age of forty-plus, carried a box into the house. She gave me a smile when our eyes met and I remembered her from somewhere, I just didn't know where. Then it hit me. Lukes mom! Why in freaking hell was Lukes mom carrying moving boxes into a house this near to mine. He can possibly not be moving in.

I picked up my phone, walked a bit away from the house, then I called Luke. I made sure that no one would be able to hear me as he answered.

"I'm in school what is it?" he said.

"Like it ever stopped you before." I replied, "Why the hell is your mom carrying boxes to a house in my neighborhood?" I asked him.

"It was suppose to be a surprise!" he whined like a child.