Tomorrow is another day, Ethan told himself.
It was almost a promise, a promise that he would admit to his companions about what had happened to him.

However, it could have never been a promise, because it never happened.

Tomorrow is another day, turned into weeks.

In fact, it was nearly three weeks later when the truth finally came out to Aden and Benny.
And it was all because Ethan suddenly grew sick.

The sickness for Ethan began on Monday, March 28th.

He, of course, awoke with the same heavy foreboding feeling he had grown accustom to constantly feeling since nearly three weeks previous.

But as he continued to lay with in his bed, his stomach began to churn. And quickly, he rushed himself over to the small trashcan that sat beside his desk.

Once he had finished vomiting what was left in him from dinner the previous night, he sat on the floor cross-legged, wondering where to go from there.

He could instantly hear the scolding of Aden, telling him to stay home and rest. And he could hear Benny quietly agreeing with her.

Although, neither of them were there, and neither of them would know what had happened if he did not tell them.

And with that, Ethan simply got up from the floor and carried about his day as if he had not thrown up that morning.

He just avoided eating anything that morning, because by lunch time he was feeling alright enough to eat a little bit off of Aden's plate.

This continued the following Tuesday as well,
Ethan awoke from his slumber to find himself trying to scurry out of his bed quick enough to get to a place where he could vomit and not make a mess.

But of course, he went on about his day at school as if it had not happened. And by the time lunch rolled around he was a little bit better and by the time he got home it was as if he never felt sick at all.

And so, what Aden and Benny didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
He had already refused to tell them what had happened to him the day of that awful weather, and so far that had worked out alright. He was able to repress what had happened for the most part and that was good enough for him.

However, on Wednesday morning, began the unraveling of everything.

It was the usual time for waking, seven o'clock, when Ethan awoke that Wednesday morning. He expected to feel at any moment the need to jump out of his sheets and rush off to throw up.

But that feeling never came.

He laid in bed for a good ten minutes waiting for the sense of nausea to hit him, but he found nothing. Sure, his stomach did not feel completely settled, but there was no absolute dire need to vomit what he had eaten the night before.

So, he got out of bed, cautiously, and began to get ready for the day.

Ethan did not feel comfortable eating breakfast still; he simply left the house, got into his little red car, and began on his journey to school.

Of course, Aden was there first, she always arrived at school at eight o'clock. Ethan always arrived at about 8:10, and Benny joined them finally at about 8:15.

Aden was always there first because she did not like to be home so much. Many people would say it was quite obvious she did not have a great home life because of her colored hair and pierced nose, but Ethan knew Aden would punch anyone's teeth out before they could finish this assumption. Even though they were not wrong.

She did not have the best home life, her biological father died when she was in the sixth grade, which was why her mother moved them out to Whitechapel, Canada. Her mother then married another man when Aden was in the eighth grade who ended up cheating on her mother with another, younger woman. This was also after her mother had just had a miscarriage six months later. Aden's step-father somehow managed to convince Aden's mother to stay with him that was during freshmen year when Aden was unsure if she was even going to be staying in Whitechapel. Ever since then, her home life was not the best. Both of her parents worked early in the morning and late at night and it was lonely for Aden at home.

At least when she was sat in her car in the parking lot, she could enjoy the sunshine and anticipate when her friends would soon bring her company.

Ethan would never tell this to Aden, because she did not like pity, but he felt bad for her.

The dark-haired boy pulled into the school parking lot and found Aden's black pick-up truck parked in its usual spot and he drove his car to park in his usual place next to hers.

Once he had parked his car, he jumped out of it, and immediately jumped into Aden's.

She definitely looked better than the day after she had a panic attack when Ethan was attacked.

Her dark blue hair was messy, but it was the perfect kind of messy. She wore a blue shirt that had once belonged to Ethan, a striped jacket that had once belonged to Benny, and dark blue skinny jeans with her black vans.

Many of the clothes Aden now owned had been Ethan's and Benny's when they were in the eighth grade. What was too small on them now, still fit Aden in an oversized manner.

Aden did not wear makeup unless she particularly felt like dressing up. So, her natural beauty was never a surprise. But she had very clear skin aside from some freckles that dotted across her pale cheeks which were almost hidden by her big, circular glasses.

"Morning, Ethan." she chirped, her voice was raspy and soft, as usual. Aden did not believe in speaking more than two volumes above a whisper in the morning, which was interesting, because Benny's quiet used to be at least four volumes above a whisper, but because of Aden it was now just two volumes above and it was perfect for her.

"Morning, Aden." Ethan purred in response. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, and that's when it hit him.

The car no longer smelled of its usual fresh, ocean scent, it was different. It was rank to Ethan and it made his stomach turn.

"Dude, you okay? You're paler than you usually are." the blue-haired girl stated. Ethan breathed sharply and rolled his eyes, attempting to act as if he was alright.

"You know, considering we live in Canada, and we have winter pretty much year round, it is hard to get any sort of color on my skin." Ethan hissed playfully, his stomach continued to churn.

"Right…but seriously, Ethan, do you feel okay? You look sick, like you're about to be sick." Aden questioned once again, her tone much more serious.

"Did you get a different scent thing for your car? I think that's what it is, it smells bad to me, and it's making me feel sick." the dark-haired boy explained.

"Yeah, my other one stopped smelling. This one smells like strawberries…I thought it smelled alright, and Benny was with me. He said it smelled alright too…" Aden murmured thoughtfully.

Before Ethan could speak again, he felt it, the bile rising to his throat. Therefore, he threw open the truck door, jumped out and vomited onto the parking lot's asphalt.

"FUCK!" was one response he heard from Aden.

"Okay, what the fuck did I miss?" was another response he heard from Benny, he then felt small circles being rubbed into his back.

Once everything was out of his system, Ethan stood up and looked to see it was his brown-haired companion who was comforting him.

"Ethan, I think you need to go home." Aden muttered, standing in front of him with her arms crossed against her chest.

"I'm fine, Aden, really," the dark-haired boy pleaded.

"Ethan, you just threw up. I think it is in your best interest to go home." Aden scolded.

"I have to agree with Aden, E." Benny murmured as he went and stood next to the blue-haired girl who had a stern gaze with the younger boy.

Ethan sighed and ran his hand threw his hair, "Guys, this has been happening since Monday. I get sick in the morning and then by lunch time, I'm fine. And then when I get home, I'm even better. I think I'll be okay." he insisted.

He watched as both Aden and Benny's eyes grew wide, they looked at one another for a moment, before they both gave Ethan glares.

"Since Monday?" Aden hissed.

Ethan breathed in sharply before exhaling and nodding. A fire had been ignited in his blue-haired friend's eyes. A fire that was not necessarily filled with anger, but filled with urgency, it was filled with anxiety. And it came out of her mouth like anger.

"You need to go home, Ethan." Benny's voice was less harsh than Aden's. His eyes were an ocean, an ocean of concern and Ethan was confused as to whether he was drowning or burning alive.

Aden stepped forward, almost intimidatingly, despite her being the literal smallest of them (standing at no more than four feet eleven inches tall) the fire in her eyes was a look that could kill. If someone had even looked at her or Benny or Ethan in the wrong way at that moment in time she would have probably bit their head off.

"I'm taking you home, you are probably still sick because you haven't rested. And that means I am taking you home." she asserted.

Ethan felt the need to protest her immediately leave him. There was no reason to, because even if he did protest he would never win. There was no way he could.

He felt his shoulders slump.

"Are you coming too?" Aden's question was directed to Benny who stood behind her.

"Of course I am!" Benny answered without missing a single beat.

"Wait, if we are all going in your truck, what about my car?" Ethan wondered as Aden began to climb back into her truck.

"Benny and I can come back for it after school, Benny will have to get his car too." Aden suggested. Ethan simply nodded his head as he climbed into the truck as well. Benny was the last one to climb in and shut the passenger's door.

Aden started up her car and began to pull out of the parking lot. There was an awkward sort of silence in the truck, the radio was only turned up to a low volume, and the silence between them seemed to drown it out in the first place.

Ethan simply stared out of the windshield in front of him, until he felt a hand on his knee. He looked down and then up to see that it was Benny's hand. The brown-haired boy gave him a soft smile and Ethan couldn't help but return the smile. A smile he adored.

The dark-haired boy was grateful for his dear companion. When it came down to Aden becoming anxious and feisty, Benny was always there to balance it out with his more collected and comforting energy. Benny was the person he held onto in the dark while Aden surged forward to fight. He was the calm Ethan needed when he himself could no longer be calm. Ethan appreciated it truly.

Ethan directed his dark gaze over to the driver of the truck. He knew Aden did not mean to sound so harsh. Aden just wanted to protect and she just did it in a manner that was quite fierce and sporadic. Because she was so anxious, her quick actions were almost frightening. But Ethan appreciated her nonetheless. He appreciated her utmost concern and loyalty and devotion to not just him but to Benny too. He just wished she put as much energy into taking care of herself sometimes as much as she put into taking care of him and Benny.

Soon enough, the three of them made it to Ethan's house, they all jumped out of the truck, and while Ethan and Benny walked up to the front porch of the house, Aden was leaning inside the truck.

"What the hell is she doing?" Benny murmured to Ethan as the two of them watched their friend, who closed the truck door, and then with a swing of her arm she threw something away. Something that landed all the way on the other side of the street.

"What'd you throw, Addie?" the brown-haired boy questioned as she walked up the steps.

"The scent thing I had bought yesterday," she explained with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Are you going to unlock the door, E?" Aden wondered, and with that Ethan produced his keychain from his back pocket to open the door, allowing everyone to enter.

The house was of course silent due to none of Ethan's family members being present. The three teenagers walked up the stairs to the second floor where their companion's room was.

Soon enough, the teenagers were settled in the dark blue painted room. Aden had went and made Ethan a cup of tea which now sat on the nightstand beside his bed. The three of them were all sat on his bed. Ethan and Benny sat crisscross legged, and Aden sat in a similar manner except her feet were touching.

There was a silence between the teenagers once again. Except it was an anticipating silence. It was a silence filled with tension, something was about to happen.

"Ethan," Aden's voice broke the silence.

"That day, a couple of weeks ago, when that really big storm was happening. And then you left for like four hours and I got really anxious…do you remember then?" she questioned, she lifted her head up to look the younger boy in his dark brown eyes.

Ethan felt his heart begin to quicken, but he nodded.

"What happened? Something happened that day, didn't it? I know something has had to happen, because I keep having nightmares about that day. They're incoherent and I can never remember them except for one bit: I can hear you sobbing. I always hear you sobbing. Something happened that day you haven't told us and I want you to tell us." Aden demanded.

Ethan felt his heart tighten and he was sure it might explode.

His dark eyes flickered nervously between Benny and Aden. Benny's facial expression was quizzical, because what was Aden on about? Aden's facial expression was stern once more.

Ethan should have known that Aden was too smart for him to hide it for long.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply before opening his mouth to begin speaking…