Hey party people! Remember me? The horrible person who fell off the face of the earth? First of all, I am so incredibly sorry that it's taken this long to update. D; I did not anticipate that school would take up so much of my time. I still love you all though, and as a token of my shame, please accept this new chapter. I know, it's almost half as short as the other ones, but not to worry! I have a brilliant idea for next chapter, and since I'm on break, I will hopefully have it at least partially written before the end of the week. (: Okay? Okay. Enjoy~
"You Sicken Me"
My eyes fluttered and opened, granting me a confusing view of a dark ceiling. Looking around, I figured out I was in the living room and up until recently, sleeping on the couch. Pulling the blanket up farther, I tried to sit up as I looked around. I soon found this was a big mistake as my stomach tossed and nausea gripped me. Fighting the urge to throw up, I moaned quietly, clutching at my head and settling back down on the couch. My throat was scratchy and rough, and I peered around for a water glass before I spotted a dark mass on the floor next to me moving slightly. I held my breath for a second, before it turned over and dark green eyes peered back at me.
"You're awake." Kendall whispered, half-smiling. I tried my best to smile, but gave up as he sat up and reached for a glass of water on the coffee table. "Here, drink this." He urged, placing the cup in my hands as I desperately grabbed for it.
My hands were clumsy and it was hard to drink while laying down but I managed to sip a fair amount before I held it back out to Kendall. Unfortunately, in the process I had spilled quite a large portion on my blanket. Kendall placed the glass back on the table and stood up. I hid my face in the back of the couch, moaning again at the nausea that had swelled from the simple action. I could feel Kendall taking the blanket away and moving around the room, but before I could protest, a new one was placed over me. As I snuggled back into my cloud of pillows, I took the time to unscramble my memory. Last night was the party. I tried to replay the events of the evening, looking for anything that could have made me sick. I talked with Camille, I met up with Kendall…Suddenly, another kind of sickness tightened in my gut and my mind froze. James found out. He'd said he wouldn't do anything obvious or try to help me, but I knew he would be obvious just by knowing of the secret. James wasn't the best liar, and his version of 'helping things' was worse than Carlos's. And that's saying something. I sighed, trying to keep under control. I'd talk to James later. Going back to last night, I remembered throwing up at midnight, and how the guys immediately took me back to the apartment and made me lay down in the couch. I remembered James leaving to go back to the party and Carlos volunteering to stay up and make sure I was okay. Kendall had taken a call for a while before retiring to bed. I guess he had come at some point and relieved Carlos. As I glanced over at a particularly innocent beach pail, I seemed to remember being very familiar with it every hour or so.
Trying to take as deep of a breath I could, I looked over to Kendall, who had resumed his spot on the floor. He was sitting on a makeshift bed consisting of blankets and pillows, and he looked as tired as ever as he stared lifelessly at a chair behind me. Feeling horrible, I placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him from his trance, gritting my teeth at the sickness I felt from the motion. Slowly, his eyes made their way to lock on mine and I gave a weak smile. "You don't have to stay up with me, Kendall. Just set the bucket here and go back to bed. I'm fine." I instructed hoarsely, failing to sound reassuring or doctorly at all.
He smiled dryly back at me, shaking his head and laying back down on the bed. "No, Logan. You're sick. Now shut up and go back to sleep." He whispered and I drew my hand back under the blanket. Letting my head loll to the side, I glanced at the clock once before shutting my eyes. 4:45 AM.
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When my eyes opened again, I felt a severe pounding at the back of my skull, most likely coming from the lightness of the room. Groaning, I pulled the blanket back over my head and shut my eyes tightly. I heard a quiet chuckle, and I froze. Peeking one eye out from under the fluffy blanket, I found James staring amusedly back at me from a nearby chair.
"Morning Princess PukesaLot." He said, smiling slyly at my exposed eye. I glared at him before lowering the blanket and turning over slightly. "Wha time issit?" I slurred, furrowing my brow when I sounded completely drunk. James's grin grew wider, however and he tapped his phone once before looking back at me.
"10:25. Did you know that in your sleep, you curl into a tiny little ball? Like Mary's little lamb."James smiled before pocketing his phone and stretching his arms above his head.
I glared at him again, harrumphing. The guys always made cracks about me being cute and small and everything. They called me bite-sized. It was incredibly annoying because even though I was older than all of them by a few months, they still acted like I was the youngest. It wasn't my fault that I have giant gawky friends! Well, Carlos isn't that tall, I mean, I think he might be shorter than me, but he's got muscle. Not to say that I don't, but, well…Apparently not enough to not be considered 'bite-sized'.
James stretched out his legs before getting up and walking over to refill the water glass. "Oh, and you make tiny little snuffling noises in your sleep. You sound like a baby kitten with a cold." He said before patting my head and walking to the kitchen. I gritted my teeth, gathering my strength before firing back to James.
"You're a horrible friend, James Diamond! You guys patronize me all the time, and it's really annoying!" I hissed, seething as he walked back, a completely innocent expression on his face. "I wasn't patronizing you. I was simply telling the truth. Plus, I'm taking care of a sick person. How much of a horrible friend does that make me?" He exclaimed, handing me the glass as I reached for it.
"You're the sick one." I mumbled as I sipped at my water and handed it back. He simply half-smiled down at me.
"Do you even know what 'patronize' means?" I chided, glaring at his back as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Yes, I do. I looked it up last time you said it." He huffed, sounding pretty proud of himself. I rolled my eyes, settling back into the couch. "Besides, I'm sure you wouldn't have thought it was 'patronizing' if Kendall said you looked like a kitten. You'd probably just blush and think it was cute." He sang, padding back into the room with a pop tart in his hands.
"James!" I cried hoarsely, lowering my voice as my eyes darted across the room.
"Don't worry. He and Carlos aren't here. They left to get some lunch for us all about a half an hour ago." He smirked, leaning on the wall and stuffing the pop tart in his mouth.
I groaned, looking away as he ate it ravenously. Sneaking a peek back, I found he'd already consumed it and had turned on the TV, walking over to sit in his previous chair. Pointedly staring at the wrapper in his hands, I waited until he looked over before sticking my tongue out childishly at him.
"If you keep eating those, you're going to get fat." I snipped, getting him back for earlier. He gasped, horror in his eyes as he blinked back at me.
"You're a horrible friend, Logan Mitchell!"
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