Golden (Original Version)

Chappy 6

This is going to be a short chapter.

-Shase's POV-

Kyle laughed at me the whole movie. It's not my fault I get scared easily! "Come on, you big baby. It wasn't that scary."

"Sh-Shut up."

"Let's go wait for Jess and Kelly." He stands and starts walking down the stairs. I follow behind him and we wait outside of the theater that Kelly and Jesse are in.

"Let's get going," Jesse says as she walks out of the theater spotting us sitting on a bench. "We aren't going home just yet!"

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I flop down on Kyle's bed, exhausted from the last few hours of non-stop "fun". "Can I stay the night?" My eyes are already closed, but I want to fight it off until I find out if I can stay or not. I've never been this tired before.

"Sure. Do you need to tell anybody that you're staying over?"

"Yeah. Just my dad."

I feel myself falling asleep.

"Hey, wait. Don't fall asleep yet. Where am I supposed to sleep now?"

"You can sleep next to me." I open my eyes and pull him down on the bed with me. I cover us both up and I slowly pass out from the comfortableness of his bed. I have never spent the night at a friends house in a long time. I have never had friends before.

Kyle mumbles something, but I couldn't hear him. I fell asleep before I could ask him to repeat it.

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I wake up to an unfamiliar warmth to me. It's nice, but it's a bit weird. I look up at Kyle's sleeping face. It feels weird to be cuddling with him. I like to cuddle in my sleep, so I most likely did this and he failed at an attempt to remove me. I poke him in the stomach and he jumps, falling off the bed, making me laugh at him as he stands up to glare at me.

"You- You're t-ticklish!" I laugh out.

He grins evilly then pounces me, attacking me with tickles.

I laugh for a good five minutes then he finally stops. I open my eyes to find his face inches from mine. I look up into his eyes And we stare at each other, for who knows how long, until someone bangs on the door, snapping us put of our transe. He gets up and goes to the door, opening it to find who I assume is his father.

He looks at me then back at Kyle. "Your mom wants to know what you're doing today."

"I don't know yet. I just got up."

"Sounded like you guys were wide awake just a few minutes ago."

"I have to go to work in a couple hours," Kyle says, changing the subject.

The man nods then gives me another glance and walks away.

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I already wish I was back at Kyle's. Or I could go to Freddy's-

"Do you love him more than me? I'm your wife!"

"And he's my son! Of course I love him, but I love you too!"

My stomach twists and I run to the bathroom. I hurl everything I ate last night into the toilet. This has been happening for about a week now. I think I may have a stomach virus. If it gets worse, I'll just go to the hospital or something.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I grab it out and answer it.

"Hey, you want to come over? My parents are gonna be gone for a couple days."

"I think I have the flu, or something."

"Are you okay? I could come over and take care of you."

"That won't be a very good idea. I just feel like crap right now. Maybe if I get some sleep, it will go away."

"Okay. Go sleep now! Don't forget to eat a lot of food or you won't ever get better! Take a bath before you go to sleep! Have you eaten yet? Have you-"

"Stop! I got it, okay? I'll get right on it."

He chuckles nervously. "Sorry. I'm just worried. Please get better? I miss you."

"I'll get better just for you."

He says goodbye and I hang up.

I'm just about to get up from the floor and I throw up whatever was left in my emtoy stomach. My throat now burns and I feel tears slide down my cheeks.

What the hell is wrong with me?