I feel asleep in the car. I could only faintly remember the sounds of my parents voices from the backseat, but the gentle vibrations of the car put me back to sleep. What felt like three seconds passing, I remember Rick pulling me out of the backseat and then carried me bridal style to my room.
I woke up the next morning with a headache that could kill a baby. I sat up and stretched my stiff muscles, then rubbing my temples; I threw my legs over the side of the bed.
She needs more than a hug on a holiday
She needs more than a smile on a Sunday
She's not looking for you to fix what's wrong
She really wants to know
Really wants to know she belongs
She needs more than a love song
I grunted loudly. As much as I loved this song, this isn't what I wanted to hear at the moment. I reached for my bedside table and pulled my phone of the charger. Looking at the caller ID I smiled to myself, then quickly set my mouth into a deep frown.
"Hello?" I cleared my throat, because I was sounded like an old man, "Hello?" much better.
"Crystal! Oh my god! Are you okay? How's Skylar doing?" Symmone's frantic voice yelled over the phone. I actually had to move the phone away from my ear she was so loud.
"Mony!" I said with as much force as I could come up with, considering the headache I have. There was a intake of breath, as if she was trying her hardest not to scream. "Just calm down okay? Sky is fine, I think. I'm not with him right now, I'm at home. And what gives you the right to call me this early in the morning?"
She snorted and I could hear snickering on the other end, which was a dead giveaway that I was on speaker phone. My temper peaked, "What is so funny?"
"Dude!" Ginnie's voice sang over the line, "It's like 1:30."
"Oh!" I said; blushing a deep pink. The line roared with laughter and I had a sudden urge to hang up on them.
"You better not hang up on us!" Desi yelled, still giggling.
"Yeah, yeah. So, how about we have a girls night at my house? I could use a distraction and I need to tell you guys something." I said whilst rolling my eyes.
"Sure, Hun. No problem. We missed you and we could use some gossip." Symmone said.
"Ha! No, you could use some gossip." Desi said, laughing.
"True." We all said at the same time, and then started laughing again.
"Alright, I'll see you guys around 5pm. I'm going to go check on Skylar."
"Alright! Be careful!"
"Oh please guys. It's a hospital." But even as I said that, in the back of my mind I thought of those two people from the hospital yesterday. Silently I thought to myself, I will be.
I got out of bed and threw on the cutest, yet most comfortable clothes I could find. A short sleeved, purple three-quarter length shirt, white skinny jeans, and a pair of no-heel black knee high boots.
I walked downstairs to find my mom in the kitchen and Rick on the computer; both of them looked up when they saw me.
"Honey! Are you okay? How are you feeling?" Sherry asked as she wiped her hands on a towel and came to give me a hug. "You look cute, not that you don't always, but where are you going?"
I walked into the kitchen and pulled down the Cap'n Crunch. "Oh, I was going to go check on Skylar at the hospital."
My "parents" exchanged frantic glances, and my brow furrowed. "No you're not." Rick said fierce fully. I dropped the box of cereal.
"What? What do you mean 'I'm not going.'?" I demanded with my eyes wide and a twinge of annoyance in my voice. I picked up the box of cereal.
"Exactly what we said," Sherry chimed in. "You are not going back to that hospital."
"Yes I am." I retorted.
Sherry was a bit taken back by my response, "No, you are not." She repeated. I wasn't going to give this up. I stood to face them. Sherry was standing behind Rick, a total parental stance; I almost rolled my eyes.
"Yes I am." Rick opened his mouth to reply, but I cut him off, "look. You guys know how much Skylar means to me, and he's hurt. So I am going to see it weather you like it or not." I said. I ditched the cereal on the counter and grabbed my coat and my purse and started towards the door. Rick and Sherry followed me out of the dining room, passed the living room, and through the greeting room until I had my hand on the handle.
"Crystal De Lancrèt freeze right where you are!" Sherry yelled, it sounded like she was in hysterics. I turned around with my hand on my hips.
"What?" I asked coldly, not caring how much it affected her.
"Don't you speak to your mother that way." Rick said.
I glared at him, "Yes father." I said rudely, he glared at me.
"You are going to listen to me. You are not going to that hospital. You are going to stay here, with your family, and you are going to watch the way you speak with me. Are we clear?" Sherry said crossly. I smirked at her.
"No. I'm going to see my boyfriend. He was found in the middle of the school blacktop, bleeding from his neck. He was in emergency surgery, and as far as I know, hasn't been awake since the last time he asked me if we still had plans for today at three. Which is ironically in," I checked my watch, "fifteen minutes. So I, Crystal, am going to my see my boyfriend because as far as I'm concerned, we still have a date."
I turned around and headed for the door. I could tell that they were most surprised by what I had said, but I didn't care. Skylar was my boyfriend, and he was hurt. And it was my job, as his girlfriend to see to it that he is okay.
"As long as you live under my house, you live under my rules." said Rick/
I laughed darkly. "Well aren't we cliche today."
"Not another word young lady." Rick said.
"Oh, really. Well how about five. You aren't my real parents." I smirked. "And I'm going to see my boyfriend whether you like it or not. I'll see you, at five-thirty."
