Chapter Ten:
We were next to get onto the Ferris wheel. I was so excited. It was going to be so much fun.
"Are you ok?" Conner asked. He looked concerned.
I remembered he could hear my heart beat.
"Oh, I'm just excited. I love the Ferris wheel!" I said.
I loved the fact it took ages, I normally hate slow things but this was just too good to pass up. The views were awesome too. I liked looking down and feeling on top of the world. We got up and into the carriage.
"What side shall we sit?" I asked Conner.
He just shrugged. I grabbed his hand and chose the left side. We could see more if we turned around. The doors shut and we moved slowly.
"You have been avoiding me."
I was surprised when I didn't hear it as a question. I thought I could hear some hurt in his tone. I turned back to look at him. His eyes were concentrating on his hands.
I sighed, not knowing what to say.
"Yeah." I admitted weakly.
"Why?" he looked at me, I turned away this time. I felt so ashamed. How was I going to answer this one?
"I don't know." I said.
"Cassie." his voice held a little authority to it.
"Fine!" I huffed and folded my arms. "I don't like being left out with the whole mind communicating."
"Telepathy?" he said.
"Yeah, whatever. I don't like it." I said. I was irritated now for some reason.
We stayed silent for a few moments, I was sitting with my back to the view. My arms were folding and legs crossed.
"I don't like it either, Cassie. It's an invasion of privacy and I told her to stay out my head." he said finally. I turned to him and eyed him. Was he serious or was he saying it to make me feel better?
"Really?"
"Yes." he smiled at me. I smiled back and turned round to see where we were.
"Hey we are at the top." I pointed out.
"The view is beautiful." he said.
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When we returned back I started to sneeze.
"ACHU!" I hadn't stopped.
Conner walked me to my room.
"Thanks." I muttered. I sneezed a few more times.
"Good night Cassie."
"Night." I smiled back. I bet I looked like Rudolph right about now. I watched him walk away and then headed inside and straight to bed. I hadn't stopped sneezing. I changed into my pjs and went straight to bed. I woke up the next morning, I felt like a truck had hit me. My nose was blocked up, my eyes were running a little bit. I had caught a freaking cold!
My throat was sore. I groaned and remained in bed. My phone went off just as I was about to head back to bed.
Cassie! Where are you?
The message was from Barbara. I replied with one word. I dozed off and woke up again but this time there was tapping on the door. I grunted and curled more into my covers.
"How you feeling?" Tim asked, he walked in with some hot soup. I knew it would be chicken soup.
"Awesome." I croaked out.
He laughed and sat down at the end of my bed.
"Well you should eat this."
I groaned. For once I wasn't actually hungry. He shrugged and left the soup on my dresser and walked out, closing the door behind him. I eyed the hot steaming bowl and thought I probably should. I was going to get up, in about ten minuets when I heard a knock. I grunted something that sounded nothing like what is was meant to be.
The door opened and Conner walked in.
"You look horrible." he said.
I smiled.
He looked at the soup and walked over to it. I thought he was going to eat it but he walked over to me and sat down on the bed.
"You could get sick." I croaked out. I sounded so much like a frog, it really wasn't attractive.
"I won't." he said.
I shrugged, I wasn't in the mood to think really.
"Open up." he said.
I obeyed and he fed me the soup. It tasted pretty good, I knew Barbara was a good cook. He fed me a few more bites before I couldn't eat anymore. I watched as Conner put the soup back on my dresser and turned back to me. He looked at something and looked a little surprised. Then he walked back to my bed and sat down again. This time he leaned over and grabbed my book.
"I will read it to you." he said.
I didn't argue, I liked the idea of being read to. I listened to Conner's voice rather then the words he was saying, I fell asleep smiling.
O.O.O.O.O.O
The next day I was a little better then yesterday, I could actually leave the bed. I trotted to the kitchen, looking for something to eat.
"What are you doing?" a voice scared me.
I turned to see Nightwing standing there, he leaned against the door frame, I was reminded of Conner when he did that.
"Hungry." I said.
"Go back to bed Cass, I will get you something."
I went to argue but was being pushed out the kitchen. On my way out I walked into Conner.
"What are you doing?" he asked, looking a little angry with me.
"Hungry." I replied.
"Go back to bed Cassie, I will get you something." he said.
I groaned and felt him usher me to my room. I complained about this not being fair. He reasoned with me about getting better. I stopped and leaned back into him, stopping our movements.
"I don't want to be in bed." I said stubbornly.
"Cassie." he sighed.
"I don't want to be alone." I admitted. I wanted company. I was a social butterfly.
"Fine, sit on the couch with a blanket." he said. It sounded like had no choice in the matter. I agreed to that, at least I knew Jamie and Bart were playing video games. We walked in and I sat down and watched the two boys moving with their controllers. Conner placed a blanket on me, making sure I would stay put.
"Who is winning?"
"Me of course. Cass-star, how you doing? Feeling the mode hey?" Bart said, not looking away from the screen. I smiled, liking the company.
"Yeah just a little." I giggled.
I leaned back into the new couch, really really liking the couch, Nightwing sat beside me. I looked at him.
"Conner is making you something, I was sent to make sure you wouldn't move." e shrugged.
"I don't need a babysitter."
"Technically your a teenager."
"As are you." I pointed out.
"That is true. But oh well."
Nightwing was watching the screen, he started to get into the game as much as the boys were. I laughed, I never see this side of him. I forget that underneath his leadership there is a teenage male.
Conner joined us after cooking bacon and eggs. I tuckers into them, they were really good.
"You can cook, Conner."
"Thanks." he smiled at me and turned back tot he screen. I didn't think he was understanding as much as the rest of us. Soon we were yelling at the boys how to play their game.