So this story I wrote after i found out I need a tonsillectomy. Enjoy!
*Justin Bieber whispers 'mafia' into my ear and i try not to laugh*
Disclaimer: Don't own JONAS.
This means Nick's thoughts.
Enough with my babbling ON WITH THE FANFICTION!!!!!!!!!!
Nick laid on the couch, halfway covered with the blanket. Sandy walked over to him and placed the thermometer in his mouth.
"Boys! Breakfast meeting in five...oh no," Tom said as he saw Nick laying on the couch.
"Don't worry Tom. He just has a sore throat and cough," Sandy said as she moved the loose curls out of Nick's face.
"Again?" Tom asked, taking note to Nick's several sore throats that kept him home from school this year. Nick nodded his head. Sandy took the thermometer out of Nick's mouth.
"Well he's sick enough to stay home today. 101.7," Sandy said.
"Good morning!" Joe sang as he and Kevin slid down the fire poles.
"Breakfast meeting cancelled today boys," Tom said.
"Why?" Joe asked as he grabbed a piece of toast.
"I'm sick," Nick croaked, with a voice barely left.
"Again?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah," Nick said as he started coughing.
"I'll get you some cough syrup, sweetheart," Sandy said.
"Please no," Nick begged. His throat already felt like he had swallowed knifes, now he had to take the worst tasting medicine in the world? Am I being punished?
"He's right honey," Tom started. Thank you Dad!!!
"The cough syrup never really helps. What he really needs to do is see a doctor," Tom said. WHAT?!?!?!?
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Nick croaked. Bad idea!
There you have chapter one!