Chapter 4- It was only a kiss
3rd December, 2013
So here we are, Christmas is just around the corner, OWLs are just lurking just in front of us and I have no idea how I'm going to get any OWLs at all seeing as though I'm never studying because I'm either hanging out with Vic or I'm in the hospital wing. The later is what I'm doing right now. Sitting in the hospital wing, too tired to get out of bed and study or go to Quidditch practise and do know what cause all of this? A kiss. Something simple as a kiss that can make a man feel as if he is on top of the world can also make him fall flat on his ass in bed with Glandular Fever. I know what you're thinking right now, how in the name of Merlin did someone in the magical world get a muggle disease? And the answer to that lies with my girlfriend and my best friend... or my ex girlfriend and loathed room mate now. Isn't just hilarious?
It turns out that John left school a bit over a month ago, just for a week, so he could attend his cousin's wedding where he macked on with a few birds, picking up the stupid virus. He returned and hooked up with Elli at an after party in the Gryffindor common room after we won Quidditch against slimy Slytherin, giving the virus to her. I walked in on them fully making out and even at third base a week later in the boys dormitory, like, seriously? If you're going to cheat on me, don't do it in my room! Go to the Room of Requirement, that's what it's there for! Anyway, Elli and I got into a big fight, broke up and she gave me a kiss good bye. Three weeks later, hello hospital bed! Three things that have absolutely pissed me off about this whole experience though:
The obvious; getting cheated on by my girlfriend with my best friend.
Because Glandular Fever is a muggle disease, we have no idea how to treat it. Hell, even the muggles don't know how to treat it! All they do is rest for three months or however long it takes to get better and that's exactly what we're doing.
Here's the kicker; Glandular Fever actually doesn't affect everyone. Some people can carry it without feeling any symptoms at all or in my case; this is how John and Elli are feeling.
Curse you body! Curse you!
So that's my life at the moment; hanging out with third years (Victorie and her friends), lying in bed, sleeping and eating as much chocolate as I can without puking. Which is a lot, bitches, I was built for chocolate! In case you were wondering, Vic is officially my partner in crime and our first offence was putting dishwashing soap in all of the fountains around the school; off course, we did this quiet a while ago when the fountains weren't covered in ice. Recently, however, we snuck down to the kitchens, stole as many onions as we could carry, covered them in caramel, stuck sticks in them so they looked like candy apples and snuck into the Slytherin common room where we placed the onions on the table. Heh heh heh heh. What's great about that last one was that it was all Victorie's idea, the legend. She and I are really close now too, I mean, we always were but never before has she put Itching Powder in one of my ex-girlfriends hair dryer after a bad break up. She's got my back, as I have hers. No matter what, we have each other.
Well... That was sappy.
I'm going to sleep.
Teddy.
