(A/N: sdfasdfas i don't even like this but i was asked to put it up so some others could see. not my best work, but my more recent stuff is getting better xD)
I'm Not Sick
My friends made their way into the busy restaurant; I slipped in after them. Saturdays were the days when we got together and went out for lunch. The waitress led us to a booth in no time. Robin slid in first, followed by Wally. I took the opposite side of the table. We gave a quick glance at our menus for good measure, even though we always got the same meal every Saturday. As our orders were taken, I observed the two across from me.
They sat close together, arms touching, which made me uncomfortable. Why? Because one of them was a friend. The other...may have been more than that to me. Not that either of them knew about that. I was certainly wasn't going to say anything. But I couldn't fight off the dark feeling in the pit of my stomach, so I just smirked and brushed it off. We chatted about our weeks, but I just listened, mostly left out of the conversation. Our food came hot and steaming and I tried to keep my stomach from growling too loud as my burger was put in front of me.
Robin laughed at something Wally said. I dared myself to look up at the two, who were now both turning their attention to each other rather than their food. I shifted my own attention away from them and focused on my burger. I took another bite but found my eyes, against my will, creeping back across the booth. He was now gazing at the smaller teen with that mischievous grin that I was fond of. The black, rotten feeling grew in my stomach, reaching up and choking my heart in its grip. If they could have torn their eyes off of each other for just a moment, they would've been shocked to see how green I was. And it wasn't because I was sick.
The longer I sat there in that restaurant, the more bitter my food tasted in my mouth. I tried to block out the two on the other side of the table, hoping to at least enjoy my food if I couldn't enjoy the company. But nothing I did settled this gritty, disgusting feeling that was eating me from the inside. I scowled at them after putting down my half-eaten burger, hoping for them to be done eating…and flirting. I was done with this. I didn't want to be here. I was so consumed with my thoughts that I didn't even notice when Wally said something to me.
"…-ay?"
"What?" I grunted.
"I asked if you were feeling okay." Wally repeated.
I shrugged. "Fine."
"You sure? You look sick or something."
I quickly debated whether or not I wanted to spend the rest of the day being ignored or if I'd rather go home and maybe clear my head on a patrol. My decision was quick.
"I'm starting to get a headache." I answered.
"Want us to take you home?"
Didn't even ask if I wanted to stay. The black filled my stomach again, crushing my heart in its clench.
"….Sure."
After being dropped off, I walked inside and slumped into the couch, feeling all of the life draining from my limbs. The black feeling in my stomach had receded to a dull ache. I didn't know why, but I thought I should be mad at Robin and Wally. But I just felt, well, sad for the most part. With a sigh, I mumbled to nobody in particular.
"I'm not sick."