Okay so I'm super duper sick. And I'm shivering from a fever, and at the doctor's office I past out and they had to drag me onto a table. So this might come out a little weird considering my brain is melting. P.S. Considering I'm writing this while I'm this sick, you guys now know how much I love you.

I woke up on my couch. So is something stupidly, ironic-ly, mellow dramatic always going to happen to me.

"Max, you're alright!" Fang ran up to me.

So the answer is yes.

"Go away, emo." Iggy said.

"Whatever, blindy." Fang said.

Oh great, so they've came to nick names.

"Blindy?" I asked.

"You didn't know? I'm blind, haven't you been paying attention?"

"No sorry, I've been too busy dealing with all this!" I said motioning with my arms.

(A/N: Hey guys, at this point I am now shaking, a lot, and I feel like my insides are melting, so- excuse any typos past this point, I'll try to go back and fix them.)

"Max! Oh, you're all right!" Sam said, bursting out of the kitchen. He ran up and hugged me. Which was good. Because I was freezing.

"Something wrong?" Iggy asked, eyeing me.

"Just c-cold." I said shaking.

Sam walked over to the thermostat, "It's at 79○." He stated.

Suddenly, I was shaking the whole couch.

"N-no," I said between chattering teeth, "It can't be, I-I'm too cold."

(A/N: Haha! If I'm gonna be sick, so will Max :P)

Fang walked into my bathroom and opened a cupboard. He walked back with a thermometer in his hand.

He put it in my mouth and I watched it go up.

"Shiiiiiit..." I whispered, "Okay... All of you go home. Or I'm warning you, I will cough on you." I said.

They all backed up, hands up defensively.

They all exited and I could hear Sam and Fang yelling outside. I tossed flower from a vase next to me at the window.

They jumped and left.

"Assholes." I murmured.

I heard the back door open and then the loud clack of someone running in heels.

"Ella stop running before you-"

SLAM!

"Slip..."

She stood up and ran over, "I'm alright. I'm alright." She said, wiping herself off.

"Are you alright, though?" She asked, hugging me.

"Uhh, nope, sick." I said.

"Eww!" She said wiping her arms off.

"Thanks." I muttered.

"Weelll!" She said, "Proms coming up, and I can't be sick! Dylan asked me." She salsa-ed over to her room.

"Feel better!" She winked.

"Uh-huh! Suure!" I said and waited 'till she shut her door, "Whore..." I muttered.

"Heard that!" She called.

"Wait..." I muttered, "Prom's coming up?" I yelled.

Guys! I can't continue typing, the next one will be longer, but I feel like I'm dying and my computer is laughing in my face. Soo I'm going to lie down... Oh, by the way, due to this stupid fever, I missed a very important school dance yesterday. Anyone else sick?