Chapter 4

James' POV

"She's still burning up, Logan." I removed my hand from Kyla's forehead. "What am I supposed to do? I mean, she's never been sick before! Well...if she was, mom used to take care of her."

Logan sighed. "Should we call Mrs. Knight?"

"No. She and Katie have been planning this trip for three weeks. I don't want to do that to her." I looked at Logan. "You wanted to be a doctor! You read doctor books! Fix her!" I pushed him a little.

Kyla shifted, and opened her eyes a little. "Guys, you suck at whispering."

"Go back to sleep, Kyles." Logan replied.

She yawned, and sat up. "Let's watch a movie."

"No. You need rest." I told her.

"I've been resting for a while now. I really don't feel like sleeping anymore."

I gasped. "You don't feel like sleeping? You are delirious!" I grabbed onto her. "It's okay...we're gonna get you help. We are. I swear."

"I swear, if you don't get off of me, I'm going to take Carlos's two-by-fours and knock you upside the head." Kyla pushed me off.

I slowly backed away, and leaned over to Logan. "Yeah...she's definately not delirious..."

We actually didn't watch a movie; Kyla and I began to play chess together. And she kept kicking my butt.

"Check mate." Kyla moved her piece and smiled.

I groaned. "Don't you ever get tired of winning?"

"Don't you ever get tired of having awesome hair? Because my hair is not that awesome." she blinked.

I smiled. "You deserve a hug for that."

Kendall, Carlos, and Logan walked into the living room, wearing their hockey gear. "We're going to the rink."

"Okay. Have fun." Kyla waved, and started resetting the chess board.

"LOGAN!" I stood up, and crossed my arms. "I don't know how to take care of a gravely sick child!"

"Umm...I'm not gravely sick. And I'm not a child. I am a teenager!" Kyla spoke up. "And I've taken care of you many times when you've had fevers. I know what to do."

"Plus, we won't be there too long. Just a few games." Kendall said, already halfway out the door. "Bye guys." and he shut the door behind him.

Behind me, Kyla started coughing up a lung. "Heey. Take it easy." I patted her on the back.

She cleared her throat. "Okay. I'm good now. But now I'm kind of dizzy. I'm going to lay up there." She hopped up onto the couch.

"Scoot." I slightly pushed her. She stood up, I stretched out, and she cuddled herself right in the small crevice between my body and the couch. "How the heck can you fit there?"

Kyla coughed. "Because I'm awesome."

I put my hand on her forehead. "You're still burning up...you need ibuprophen." I went to the medicine cabinet and looked through it.

"Dude. I hate being sick." she put a pillow under her head.

"Everyone does, boo." I patted her head, and handed her the medicine.

She chugged down her orange juice. "Ughh."

"What?"

"I hate being sick!" she stopped for a second. "Why don't you ever get sick? I mean, I drink orange juice religously! You hate orange juice."

"Orange juice has nothing to do with anything, Kyla." I petted her hair. Suddenly I started feeling a bit warm. "Uhh...feel my forehead real quick."

Kyla reached over and put her hands on my forehead. "Hmmm..." then she started feeling the back of my neck. "You havbe a fever! HAHAH. FINALLY! SOMEONE TO FEEL MY PAINN!"

I cut my eyes at her. "I do not have a fever! The heat is probably up too high..."

"Yeah, and maybe I'm a little bit blonde." she gestured to her white blonde hair. "I hope you are sick!"

"Why? What did I ever do to you? I've been taking care of you these past two days!"

"I'm kidding, James." she patted my head. "Of course I don't want you to get sick."

I crossed my arms. "Well good! Because if you wanted me to get sick, I would've tickle you."

She stared at me with daggers. "I told you I wasn't ticklish anymore!"

"I think you're lying to me!"

"Would I lie to you?"

"In a heartbeat."

She stood up. "Think what you want, James." she was about to walk away, but I stuck my leg out and tripped her. Luckily, she landed on the pile of shirts that Carlos left in the middle of the floor.

I laughed quietly to myself as she stood up. "Okay, Kyla. I'm sorry for that...but it was funny!"

She rolled her eyes, threw one of the shirts at me, and walked into our room.

Kyla's POV

"Stupid James." I said to myself as I closed the door, and sat on my bed. "That really hurt! I have bad knees enough as it is...and I think I feel a bruise coming up..." I rubbed my knee, while grabbing my story book, and began to write in it.

It was quiet for a small while. All I heard was the faint rain from oustside, until I heard the front door open, and three loud hockey players enter the apartment. They were loud, and screaming, and telling James all about their game, but then they got really quiet. I thought I heard them agreeing to something, but I could've been wrong. It remained quiet, until I heard four pairs of footsteps outside the door.

"I promised I would be there. I swear I'm on my way..." Kendall started. "I know you may not hear me, but that's the price I'll pay. I don't know, how I would, ever go, all alone, walking on my own. Like angels, you were floating to me, and that's how it should be.."

Then all four chimed in. "I don't wanna waste another moment. I don't wanna pay for things unspoken. I just wanna race with arms wide open. I'd take a shot in the dark, to be where you are."

Then Carlos started singing. "I don't wanna watch the world keep changing; when I'm not with you my heart keeps shaking. Cover up my eyes, and just start pacing. I'd take a shot in the dark, to be where you are."

James sort of overlapped Carlos with his part. "I promise you I'm gonna be there, I wanna be there. No matter what happens; no matter how tragic." my older brother continued. "Because the clock is ticking. The world is spinning. Our lives keep passing by..."

All four began to sing together again. "I don't wanna waste another moment. I don't wanna pay for things unspoken. I just wanna race with arms wide open. I'd take a shot in the dark, to be where you are. I don't wanna watch the world keep changing; when I'm not with you my heart keeps shaking. Cover up my eyes, and just start pacing. I'd take a shot in the dark, to be where you are."

"I'd take a shot in the dark..." Logan finished off the song.

I really had nothing to say to them. I mean, I wasn't mad, but I really couldn't think of anything to say.

James peeked his head in, then motioned for the guys to come in. They came in, and stood in a line. From left to right, it went, Kendall, Carlos, James, then Logan. James stepped forward a small bit, to be in front of everyone. Everyone in the background started singing, "Ohhh yeahhhh..." quietly.

"So tell me who am I supposed to be? What I gotta do to get you close to me? If I run away tonight, will you follow me? Come on, come on, come on." James started singing, right as all four of them started doing the same dance moves. "I see you sitting there all alone...knowing you've been wanting me to say hello. 'Cause when the lights start flashing everybody knows..it's on, it's on, it's on..."

Then Carlos started singing along with James. "Say anything you want; I'll turn the music up. 'Cause baby, we ain't going no-oh-oh where. I'd leave it all behind, to be with you tonight. And everybodies screaming, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh yeahh."

James was about to sing the next verse, but I threw a pillow at him. "Ohh myyy godd! Shut up!"

"We were just trying to make you feel better, Kyla!" Carlos caught the pillow.

I sighed. "Yeah, I get that...I just want peace and quiet..."

"Okay..." James took the pillow from Carlos, and handed it back to me. "We'll be in the other room if you need us..."

"Mmk...thanks." I pulled his arm a little bit as he walked away.

Finally, my room was quiet after Logan closed the door. I was enjoying writing in my book until I heard thunder outside.

No, this wasn't tame thunder...this was a freakin' nuke going off thunder. It made the entire Palm Woods shake, and the power go out. Again...

I'm not scared. I'm not going to my older brother. I'm thirteen, and I shouldn't be scared of thunder. I thought, as I grabbed my booklight from my drawer, and hooked it to the back of my book.

Another powerful thunder roared. It was bigger this time. Like, two nukes going off at the same time.

"Hold yourself together, Kyla." my brave inner me said.

"M-maybe you should go with James!" my wimpy inner me squealed. "You'll feel so much better, Kyla!"

My brave inner me scoffed. "She has to learn that her older brother won't always be around for her."

Wimpy inner me groaned. "But that's not going to be until much, much, much later in life! Kyla! Go to James! He'll make you feel a million times better!"

Brave inner me was about to speak, but then all three of us heard the most loud thunder of them all.

"Yeah...I'm going with wimpy inner me..." I pushed off my blankets, and ripped the door open. It was pitch black, besides the three cell phone lights that were magically floating above the couch.

I ran to the first cell phone light, and buried myself in his arm. "Whoahh...hello there, Kyla..." Kendall's voice said. "James is in the bathroom."

"I don't care..." I scooted under his arm. He soothingly rubbed my shoulder, until James came out.

He sat next me. "Are you alright?" he asked, putting his hand on my shoulder. I pushed Kendall's arm off, and hugged onto James.

"Aww...it's okay, Kyla." James comfortingly rocked me back and forth.

"I feel so stupid!" I groaned.

I felt someone put something on my head. "What is this?" I felt the hard plastic.

"My helmet." Carlos said, with a smile in his voice.

I faintly smiled. "Thank you, Carlos."

"Anything for you, Kyla." he replied.

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever! I've just been sooooo busy, and crap like that. Don't hate me. Anywaaayy...Christmas is here soon! What'd you ask Santa for? ;)