Hi again, wow you all must think on the same page cause review is all about the same, I especially love Ms Nick J's review lol
All right here is chapter 2, the first chapter was a prologue I just was showing you what happens.
I Haven't figured out when I'll reveal him, maybe not till the end of the story.
Oh and who else is excited for next Sunday? New Jonas yay *HAPPY DANCES* hee that made me smile when I read that on tv dot com. Now on with story.
Oh and still being evil, I blame the person I blamed last chapter again *evil laugh* she is eviler though, almost all her stories are harming Nicky, who may or may not be my sick boy.
Oh one more author note, I'm thinking of another story to do, because I like adding to my work load.
It will be Jonas but a crossover with Hannah Montana. Think I should write it?
Oh and the prologue is in this chapter but I added to it.
He sat in class and it when it was half over, he realized his friend had been right.
'Oh god, come on, I can take care of myself' he urged himself. His body did not seem to think that as he felt sicker.
His hand shot up. "I need to use the bathroom" he said loudly before she noticed his hand.
He took something out of his backpack and walked to her desk. She nodded and gave him the pass.
"Be careful Mr. Lucas, I've read the magazines myself, we don't need our cute rock star in the hospital again" she teased.
He rolled his eyes but not at her. 'And everyone wonders why I'm sarcastic and moody' he thought.
He walked out of the classroom into the empty hallway. Every step he took was like a step towards fun and excitement.
It was why he saved all his smiles, his energy, his youth to sum up for the big stage.
Everything before it was just a step. School, recordings, writing the songs, listening to his brothers be dorks, it was all just steps till he could shine.
He began to hum a song to himself, his sore throat not letting him sing properly.
It was a song he wrote for a time he didn't feel himself and he hummed the chorus to the bathroom.
He walked in to the empty bathroom and looked at his face. He was sweating from the fever he had and he never seen himself so pale.
He couldn't stare long as his breakfast finally peaked and he barely dove into a stall before everything came back out of him.
He sat back and flushed the toiled before stroking his sweaty forehead, bringing his hand through his greasy hair that hadn't been washed in three days.
He couldn't stand as a second round came and for another few minutes he leaned over the white, germ infested, toilet.
After that though, he managed to catch his breath but he still felt too weak to walk and just stayed where he was.
Ten minutes later he heard the bell ring as he was still sitting, waiting to see if it was over.
Suddenly, the big breakfast he had with his family was not looking so great.
He had three pancakes, two strips of bacon, some hash browns, and three delicious cinnamon buns.
It was his brothers fault really, he was too competitive to pass up the bet and now it was coming back out.
But that was normal for him. He never threw up his food, except once after he had wrestled his brother, but then it was over.
As he sat against the wall and hoped his stomach would actually settle, his mind wandered.
He wondered if his teacher was worried or if he was now another slacker to him.
It was not as though he tried to be a rule breaker. Like take the no running in the halls rule, he normally had no problem obeying that.
The school had gotten used to the three rock stars.
But every now and then, when the school got visitors, very hard to not run when being chased by a lot of young girls.
He wondered if the teacher saw it like that. The boys teachers gave very little slack to the teens as it was.
He couldn't think about his teacher anymore as round three began and his head was over the toilet bowl once more.
Outside though, his teacher had gotten worried. He asked one of the students who was a friend to find his brothers.
"Hey! Have you seen your brother? He left twenty minutes ago, never returned" the boy asked the two when he found them by their lockers.
The two Lucas brothers looked at him with a puzzled glance.
"He said he wasn't feeling well and went to the bathroom, he might still be in there" he explained.
That was all the two brothers needed before slamming their lockers and running to find their sick brother.
He had managed to finish his third round by the time they found him. He got up on shaky legs and opened the stall only to see them staring.
"He…Hey guys…wha…what's up" he stuttered, his voice weakened from his vomiting.
"Just about to ask you that, your friend John asked us to see how you were doing" one spoke and he made a small smile.
"I'm….feeling better actually" he lied. He went to the sink and threw cold water on his face.
He then turned and gave his brothers a grin and thumbs up before fainting.
"No!" They both exclaimed and dove for him. He had too much head start and all three crashed to the floor.
"We have got to get him to the nurse" the one who hadn't spoken said.
"Right…come on bro, stay with us" the other one responded. He took his brothers arms and stared into the pale face.
"Please bro, just be okay, we need you" he whispered as the two hurried out and ordered everyone to move as they rushed to the nurse holding their unconscious brother.