As I stormed out of the house I reflected on why I was hear in the first place, it was Sunday night and there was nip in the air, today I was grounded but I went to the studio with Sam anyway. I was grounded because my parents had caught me and Sam while I was throwing up in the early hours of the morning while he was staying over.

I threw my bag I had packed in to the passenger seat of my car, tears were threatening to spill over my eyes as I drove. I was worried for my own health, I had never usually got sick but this had been going on for a while know I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling I had.

Pulling up on to Sam's drive I started to feel safe again. This was a common side effect to Sam, the safeness and sense of home that was at his side. The door flung open as Sam stepped out and pulled me in to a hug,

"Grace…" he asked worriedly

"I left; they banned me from seeing you. Sam I nearly broke down after an hour without you" I spoke the truth after my parents issued this ban I was going crazy with my own thoughts thinking of life without him. "Can I Stay?" I added nervously

"Did you even need to ask," he looked down at me worriedly. "are you sure about this?"

"Yes." That was the only answer.

"Come on then, let's go to bed." We walked into his house and I put my bag on his bed.

"your serious then" he added with an eyebrow raised, I couldn't believe he doubted my decision.

" I really mean it Sam."

"ok then. Shall we put this away in the morning you look like you need a rest" I simply nodded as he moved my bag, I was tired but sleep wasn't an easily thing to get recently.

We snuggled into our usual sleeping positions as Sam brushed the stray hairs from my face, I could see the worry in his eyes, I didn't know whether that was because I left or it was the way I looked. I gave him a look that meant I wanted to know what he was feeling, he looked at me for a little longer before asking if I was feeling ok. I sighed not know which way to answer that question, did he mean physically-which wasn't good- or mentally – which wasn't much better.

I setted for physical because it was easier to explain "I haven't been feeling to well recently, I think I've got the flu." I lied. Sam didn't say any thing, he didn't have to that was just so Sam, it was just what I needed. I pushed myself further against him, and nuzzled further into his warmth. He knew I wanted sleep but I knew it wasnt that easy, I whispered "can we talk about it after we have slept" I knew this worked because he visibly relaxed him muscles and let my own muscles do the same.

Sleep did come but not for long. When I woke it was morning but still ridiculously early and my stomach was twisting uncomfortably. I moved slightly feeling sick, I didn't want to wake Sam. I tried to get up without waking him but my movement sent a ripple of nausea through my body and I darted to the bathroom knocking Sam in the process. I made it in time for my insides to explode and send wave after wave for sickness through me and into the toilet. I felt Sam pull my hair back and softly rub my back he handed me a towel to wipe my face as I turned and got pulled into a hug.

"im ok," i said

"Do you want to go back to bed?" Sam whispered as he stroked my hair, I nodded and he lifted my up in his arms and took me back into his bedroom. There he placed me in bed and covered me with blankets, he turned to head out the room and I called out to him, "where are you going?" my voice was weak and pleading it didn't sound like me, it made me sound vulnerable, and I realised I was.

"I'm coming back I'm just fetching you a bowl or something in case you won't make it next time" Sam whispered with worry in his eyes. He returned moments later with a bowl and a wet cloth, he placed the bowl to the side of the bed and placed the cloth on my forehead. I knew that Sam was worried and that it was only a matter of time before the flu was not going to be my cover story, but I didn't know what to say so I simply closed my eyes and let Sam's breathing lull me back to sleep .

When I opened my eyes for the second time that morning Sam wasn't in the room. I felt slightly better yet my head ached slightly. I decided to get up when I wiff of toast hit my nostrils. I headed down the stairs quietly when I heard Cole and Sam talking. I contined to walk yet they didn't here me and I couldn't help but listen in

"…so how much is left?" Cole questioned, I wondered what he was talking about

" I don't know, when I looked in the books there's a secret account Beck has but not allot of money gets took from so from that I'm guessing there isn't much in that one." Sam replied glumly, I was intrigued was Sam having money troubles? Or I guess now it was are WE having money troubles since I was planning to move in.

"So basically I need to get a job" Cole said as he buttered a slice of toast, I could see he worn nothing but a pair of boxers and a robe that wasn't tied.

"Well that would probably work but seen as thought you can only work for half a year it isn't much help." That's right Cole wouldn't be able to hold down any job and it would be harder and harder to find a new one every time he left.

"Well I need to do something maybe I could get a part time one and put all my hours through summer" as I moved the floorboard creaked and I had been rumbled. I stepped forward and Sam wiped round.

"Hey are you feeling better" he pulled me in to a hug and kissed the top of my head pulling away and looking at my face, brushing my cheeks with his thumb.

" yer my head aches a bit but I'm ok," I said truthfully.

"I'm going to the chemist later I'll get you some tablets or something." Sam said back, all I could do was nod weekly,

"what were you just talking about." I bravely added.

"ohh nothing its just..." Sam stalled in his answer

"were not sure how much money is left in becks accounts and obvioulsly we cant ask him" Cole said plainly in between bites of toast "you want some?" he held his toast out. It smelt disgusting whatever black crap he put on was making my stomach twist again. I twisted my head to try and keep the smell away "no thanks, so are we poor" I added changing the subject. I'm sure I was turning green

"Cole don't shove that in her face she's ill." Sam swatted Cole's hand "I wouldn't say we were poor just unsure about our overall financial situation, are you sure you are ok you look a little peaky" Sam continued.

"no, I'm just gunna take it easy today and I'll be fine." I reassured him. He didn't look convinced but said

"If you say so. I'm going to the chemist, is there anything else you need?"

"errm" I thought about it I hadn't brought all my toiletries from home, "just some tooth paste maybe a wash cloth." I said I hadn't had any sign of my monthly visitor so I didn't need anything else.

"ok you sit down, I'll be back later." Sam said he lead me to the sofa and I kissed him bye.

As I sat I thought about what could be wrong with me, I mean sickness and dislike of food.

I had a feeling this want flu it was something worse.