Just My Luck

"We're moving to new York." She acted excited.
"Why does this have to happen to me?" I hopped off the counter and ran to my room. I locked the door and slid my back down it; I started crying. My headache got worse and I was short of breath for some reason. Right now all I needed was to be in Dave's arms. I pulled my phone out and called him. It rang three times before he picked up; I was still crying.
"What's up, babe?" I tried to hold back my sob, but it went through the phone. "What's wrong?"
"I need you," I said in between sobs.
"Okay, I'll be over in a few minutes." He hung up because that's all I had to say for him to understand.
About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I yelled.
"It's me." Dave. I stood up and opened the door. I hugged his chest and cried. He lifted me slightly and went into my room, closing the door behind him. He sat down on my bed and held me in his lap. He rubbed my back and soothingly played with my hair.
About a half an hour later, I had no more tears to cry. We were lying down in my bed with my head on his chest. I put my chin on his chest and looked thoughtfully at my boyfriend. He ran his fingers through my hair.