Bonjour. (: Soo, this is the first ever story I've uploaded to the site, but it's definitely not the first story I've written. Besides this one, I've typed up about 5 other little fics, but this one is probably my favorite so far.

Okay, so before anyone can say anything, let me clear something up really quick. I am completely aware that there's another story that was posted that's REALLY similar to this one, but I promise that I've not taken my ideas from there. I wrote this story back in July, with no real intentions of ever posting it. And when that story (which is extremely well-written and nicely done, don't get me wrong) was posted, I figured there was no point in uploading mine since people would think I just copied. But I can 100% guarantee you that that isn't the case. This story was actually inspired by another fic that was written a while back, called "The Pact". But not the one that I'm talking about, which if you read you'll probably know.

ANYWAYS, enough of all that crap. Bottom line, I just wanted to try my hand at writing and see what everyone thinks. So, to the people who did and didn't just skip over this like I would, enjoy! (:

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Alvin Seville shifted uncomfortably in his desk as he was attacked by another sharp pain in his stomach. He groaned and tried rubbing it to get the ache to go away, but to no avail.

Alvin didn't understand why this was happening. He had been getting these weird aches and awful pains for about a week now, and they were seeming to get worse. Not only that, but he was also experiencing dizzy spells bad enough for him to actually sway and sometimes even loose his balance. And, as if that wasn't enough, he just couldn't bring himself to really eat anything anymore. Oh sure, he'd have an apple or some crackers here and there, but his stomach would just flat out refuse to accept the plates of spaghetti or whatever Dave had cooked that was offered to him nightly. Luckily though, Alvin was almost sure no one had noticed all this. The last thing he wanted to do was worry his family or friends.

As the teacher droned on about who-knows-what, Alvin propped his head up with his right arm. Becoming a little bit relaxed, his eyes would've drooped closed, but he suddenly felt another dizzy spell coming on. Shutting his eyes tightly, Alvin just endured it and waited for his spinning head to settle.

Sitting right next to him, Alvin's slightly younger brother, Theodore, eyed him in deep concern. He knew something had been wrong with Alvin as of late. Theodore watched him every night at dinner, pushing the food on his plate into little piles to make it look like he had eaten, without even really taking more than a few nibbles. This made Theodore sick with worry. Was he depressed? Had something bad happened to him? No matter how much Theodore poked and prodded, Alvin insisted he was perfectly fine. Theodore didn't believe a word of it, though, and now as he watched Alvin sitting next to him clearly in pain, Theodore knew something had to be physically wrong with him.

Taking out his notebook and ripping out a small piece of paper, Theodore scribbled something down before folding it up and throwing it right at Alvin's head.

Opening one of his eyes, Alvin looked from the paper that landed on his desk to a smiling Theodore, and then back at the paper. Slowly, Alvin lifted his head from his arm and opened the note.

"Are you feeling okay? You don't look so good", the note said.

Alvin rolled his eyes. Theodore was so pokey. Although, somewhere inside Alvin knew he was only being a concerned brother. He decided not to flat out lie this time, because if he told Theodore he was okay, it would probably be an insult to his brother's intelligence.

"Yeah. Just a little dizzy. I'll be okay.", he wrote back, flinging the paper back to the sender's desk.

After reading the response, Theodore felt a little relieved. Finally, Alvin admitted he wasn't as perfectly fine as he swore he was. It only took a few seconds for him to write out his reply.

"You should go to the nurse. And if you're just dizzy, then how come you were rubbing your stomach a few seconds ago? It looked like it was hurting you or something."

That was where Alvin ended the conversation. He couldn't think of an excuse for that one. All Alvin could do was give Theodore a little smile and mouth out the words "I'm okay."

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Several hours later, Alvin stood in the cafeteria, leaning against the wall and silently begging the lunch line he was waiting in to go faster. He didn't feel any better… if anything, he felt worse. His stomach was still hurting, and now he felt lightheaded. To top it off, he was getting a migraine. All he wanted to do was get some water and go sit down.

However, his heart leap for joy when he heard a soft voice call his name from behind him. It was Brittany, his long time crush. Of course, though, that crush was something else he didn't plan on admitting to anytime soon.

"What's the matter with you?", Brittany asked as soon as she reached him, eyeing him with concern the same way Theodore had done earlier.

"Me? Nothing", Alvin replied quickly. "I only got three hours of sleep last night and now I'm exhausted." A flat out lie again, since he had went to bed very early the night before.

Buying his excuse, Brittany dove into telling him a story about what happened in English earlier in the day. However, Alvin was finding it harder and harder to stay focused. His mind kept slipping, and eventually he gave up on trying to pay attention altogether. He just liked to hear the music that was her voice, so he listened to that instead.

As each minuet ticked by, Alvin felt worse and worse. He suddenly felt extremely hot. So much so that he had to pull the collar away from his neck to air himself out. Noticing this, Brittany pressed the back of her hand against his burning forehead, quickly drawing it back in a shocked manner when she felt his temperature.

"Oh, my gosh! Alvin, you have a fever!" she practically shouted, getting more than a few people's attention. She grabbed his arm and gently led him away from the line and to the nearest lunch table.

Simon and Theodore, who had picked that unfortunate moment to walk in, rushed to follow Brittany to the table, wondering why on earth she was clinging to Alvin that way.

"Brittany, what are you doing?" Simon asked as he just about managed to catch up to her.

"A-Alvin doesn9 9t feel well. He's very warm! Simon, do you think you could go get him some water?" she said in a voice that was heavy with worry as she carefully helped Alvin sit down.

Simon didn't say another word as he quickly made a dash for the lunch line. Theodore just sat down on the other side of Alvin and watched Brittany lovingly stroke his brother's hair.

Alvin really did look awful. His eyes were half open and he couldn't even sit up straight. Brittany even had to help steady him as he began to slump.

"Should I go get the nurse?" Theodore asked, his voice shaking as though he were about to cry.

"That's a good idea Theodore", Brittany said softly, and, hearing the shake in his voice, added, "Don't worry, he's going to be perfectly fine."

Theodore winced a little. If he heard the words "perfectly fine" one more time, he was going to crack. Shaking it off, he turned on his heals and rushed out of the cafeteria, trying to think of the shortest possible route to the nurse's office.

Meanwhile, in the lunch room, Brittany and Simon were helping Alvin drink some of the water and trying to get him to tell them exactly what was wrong. Alvin's wall remained strong, though. He wasn't going to spill just yet.

"Nothing. I guess I just have a little fever", he said quietly as he savored the feeling of the cool water slithering down his throat and into his stomach.

"But you look really sick. Are you sure it's just a fever?" Simon inquired while leaning towards Alvin just a bit more.

Alvin wasn't able to answer, though, because another dizzy spell had hit him. But… this one was different. It was bad, and it made him feel like he was ready to fall out of his seat. Then, almost out of nowhere, Alvin's eyesight started to fade, and it only took a few moments until everything went black. The last things he heard before completely passing out were Simon and Brittany loud gasps and cries of fear.