Disclaimer: I don't own Austin and Ally
I wake up the next morning, feeling a little off. I lift my head from my pillow, instantly putting it back down again. My head starts to throb. I sniff, instinctively, meaning I must have a stuffed nose. I've got some sort of cold.. but how? It's summer, and I swear I haven't been near anyone remotely ill.
I groan, making my throat hurt.
"What's wrong Ally?" Trish asks. I didn't know she was awake..
"I think I have a cold" I say, stuffily.
"I can hear that in your voice. You're going to have to stay in bed today" She says, stating the obvious.
"But, I read somewhere that staying in bed can't always resolve the problem!" I argue, trying to convince her I'm well enough to get up. You might be thinking, why am I letting Trish decide whether I stay in bed or not? Well, I'd rather not argue with Trish, so what she says, goes. Simple.
"Yeah, yeah Ally! I know what you're trying to do! You are the lucky one here! Getting to sleep, instead of spend your day with Dez" She says, shuddering at his name.
"I actually like my councelor though..." She stares at me, with her eyebrows raised.
"Not like that!" I say, rolling my eyes.
She just ignores this, climbing out of her bed. I jump as I see Indie jump down from the top bunk.
"Woah! Indie watch it! You could've hurt yourself!" I croak, my throat hurting more.
"But I didn't! And are you okay Ally?" She asks, ending her sentence more concerned.
"No! I have a cold and I don't know how!"
"Just because it's summer, doesn't mean you can't get colds!" She tells me, grabbing a towel from her dresser.
"It could be hay-fever!" Trish suggests, shrugging slightly.
"I don't get hay-fever" I reply.
"There's always a first for everything!" She says, picking up her brush, before brushing her curly hair.
I just sigh at this, knowing I'm probably going to miss loads of stuff today.
"Do you want us to get you some medicine or something?" Indie shouts, from in the bathroom.
"No thanks. I've never been good with swallowing tablets and I hate the taste of medicine! I will just drink plenty of water and rest" I say, trying to not shout too loud.
It's another ten minutes until Trish and Indie are ready.
"We will see you later, yeah?" Trish asks, grabbing her jacket.
"Where else am I meant to go?" I ask, chuckling.
"You're right.." Trish says, realising how stupid her question was.
"Ok see you then!" Indie says, before giving me a quick hug.
"Bye!" I quietly answer, the slamming of the door giving me an even bigger headache.
I get up from my bed, shuffling into the bathroom to grab a few tissues for my nose. I blow my nose, discarding of the used tissues.
I look at myself in the mirror, and there is only one word that could describe how I look. Let's just say, I look exactly how I feel. Rough. I don't really care though, I mean, I don't have anywhere to be.
I go back to my bed, shivering. I feel so cold, I must have a fever. Great. I decide to pass some time, by writing in my songbook/diary.
Dear Songbook/Diary,
Well, today is one of the wort days of the summer. I have a cold. Which means, I'm stuck here in bed, instead of joining my campmates actually doing something fun! I would try to get up and go to my classes, but I can't. My head is throbbing like mad, and I can barely talk because my throat hurts so much. I've used about 10 tissues in the last 5 minutes. This is not how I expected camp to go...
I'm not even in the mood for writing, so I better go.
Love always,
Ally xx
I spend most of my day listening to my ipod. Even that gives me a headache. I look at the time, 12:03. Seeing the time, I start to suddenly get hungry. It's lunchtime and I haven't eaten anything yet.
Right on cue, the door opens. Trish and Indie walk in, both holding bags of food.
"Hey! We came to check up on you, and bring you some lunch!" Indie exclaims, lifting up the bag she is holding.
"Thanks guys.." I say, weakly.
"No problem!" Trish replies, handing me the bag. I open it up, looking through the contents. There is a sandwich, apple, water, chocolate bar and a pot of vanilla ice cream with a spoon.
"The ice cream is for your throat" Indie states, smiling.
"You didn't have to do this you know.." I say, smiling a bit.
"We wanted to!" Trish says, also smiling.
"I would give you a hug for this, but I don't want you to get ill" I say, sniffing.
They nod in understanding, before opening up their lunches and digging into their food.
Half an hour later, they say goodbye, before heading back to their class cabins. I throw the now empty bag away, before beginning to open my tub of ice cream. When I get it open, I hit the almost frozen block of ice cream with my spoon, trying to scoop some up.
I finally put my spoon in the tub, before eating some ice cream. The cold substance slips down my throat with ease, soothing my sore throat, almost immediately.
The rest of the day, I sleep, sometimes waking up to take a sip of water.
It is now around 5, time for dinner. I just hope I'm better by tomorrow...
There is suddenly a knock at the door, interrupting me from my thoughts. I get up reluctantly, answering the door.
"Hi Ally!" Standing at the door is Austin, holding a bag of something.
"Uh, hi Austin. What are you doing here?" I ask, shocked.
"I came to see how you were. You weren't in today, so I came by to see you" He says, smiling.
"I don't mean that in a weird way or anything I just-" He stutters, nervously.
"It's fine, I get it" I assure him, laughing lightly.
"Good" He says, chuckling as well.
I sit down on my bed, gesturing for him to sit next to me. He does so, while looking around the room.
"How did you know what cabin I was in?" I ask him.
"I asked your friends" He states.
"Oh" Is all I say, before speaking up again.
"So, what happened today?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just carrying on from yesterday really" he answers, shrugging his shoulders.
"Cool" I say, smiling at him slightly.
"Yeah.." And cue the awkwardness...
"So.. what's in the bag?" I ask, staring at the big brown bag he is holding.
"It's just some dinner, I thought you would be hungry" He replies, sheepishly.
"You really didn't have to bring me anything, you're just my camp councelor, not my friend or anything"
"Nice to know!" He says, faking offence.
"Shut up, I didn't mean it like that!" I laugh, punching his arm lightly.
"Too late! I'm officially offended!" He jokes, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Whatever, so what food did you bring me?" I ask, changing the subject.
"I don't think I should be giving it to you, I mean, I'm not your friend or anything..." He says, slightly mocking me.
"Just give me the food!" I playfully yell, forgetting about my sore throat, and reaching over to grab it. He pulls his arm away, lifting it high in the air. I lift my arm as high as it will go, failing to grab the bag. He finds this whole thing amusing, laughing at me struggling to reach.
"You're mean" I pout, putting my arm down, giving up trying to get the bag.
"Aww don't say that, you love me really" He says, smirking. For some reason, this makes my heart skip a beat. I begin to blush, hiding it the best that I can.
"Am I making you blush?" He asks, pretending to be shocked.
"Haha, very funny" I reply, sarcastically. I don't know why I got so flustered, he's my camp councelor, and we've only spoken properly like once. I'm shy though, so I do tend to go red easily. Yeah, that must be it. I mustn't be completely over my stage fright.
"Here's the food" He says, handing me the bag. I nod appreciatively, taking the bag from his hands.
"I better go, enjoy your dinner!" he tells me, getting up from the bed.
"Ok then, and thanks again" I say, talking about the food.
"No problem" He replies, smiling, before letting himself out.
Half an hour later, Indie and Trish come back to the cabin.
"Sorry we didn't get you any food Ally" Trish apologises sincerely.
"Actually, we did get you food, but Trish ate it all!" Indie states, glaring at Trish.
"It's cool guys! I've already eaten anyway" I tell them, sitting up in bed.
"Where did you get the food from?" Trish enquires, confused.
"Austin brought it to me" I answer, simply.
They both look at eachother, before smirking.
"Ooh!" They both coo.
"He thought I'd be hungry, and he only came really because I wasn't in the class today" I state, firmly.
"Sure Ally.." Trish replies, disbelievingly.
"I'm serious! Yeah, he is funny, talented, cute and thoughtful, but I could say that about anyone!" I argue, pouting slightly.
"Stop trying to convince us Ally, we all know you are just lying to yourself!" Indie says, raising her eyebrows.
"Believe what you want! I don't care" I say, defensively.
The truth is, I do actually care. If they think I have a crush on Austin, they would never let me live it down. Especially, with that stupid rule about councelor's and campers not being allowed to date! I don't like Austin, I don't!
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