Allison's Nightmare- Chapter 50- Fever

Wednesday January 13, 2010

I woke up the next morning with a killer headache. I remembered everything that happened last night, or rather, early this morning. I started to tell Drake, the one I am in love with, all my problems. The closest thing I had ever done to telling anyone any of my problems was in one of my songs Scars.

I got up, and felt dizzy. I felt my forehead. I was burning up. I groaned and lied back down as Drake walked back into my room. He didn't have a shirt on, but he had one in his hand. Damn, he's so hot. Even if he were bi or straight, he wouldn't be interested in me. I'm just… me.

"You okay, baby girl?" he asked me. He pulled on his shirt, which made me mad because I couldn't look at him anymore.

"I don't feel so well," I replied. I dropped back down onto the bed as Drake sat next to me. He felt my forehead which sent a sensation through my body.

"You're burning up, Al," he said, taking his hand off of me.

"I know," I sighed, "I gotta get ready for school." I stood up, but Drake made me sit back down.

"You can't go to school feeling like this, Allie," Drake said.

"Yes I can," I argued. Okay, so I didn't really want to go to school. But if I stayed home, I would be bored to death.

"No, Allie. I'll spend the day of you and I can take care of you,"

"I can take care of myself, Drake. Don't you have like, work or something?" I asked. I didn't really need him home with me. Even though I wanted him home with me, I couldn't. I needed to get over him. And it's harder than it looks. The last time that I had kissed him was the past weekend at the weekend. Friday, I think. So like 5 entire days. It was driving me crazy.

"I have the day off. Now I am going to stay here with you, Allie. I love you and I want to take care of you," he replied.

"Fine," I sighed.

"Tyler is getting a ride with Josh, so it's just the two of us today," he said.

"Cool." I sneezed and lied back. I didn't feel good at all. This was going to be a long day.


A while later, Tyler was at school and Drake was making sure that I stayed in bed and that I was taken care of. He was the sweetest guy ever. I had no idea how Adam could break up with him. He's perfect.

Drake walked in with some food for me. "You haven't eaten today; you must be hungry." Drake said to me.

I weakly smiled and took the food from him. "Thanks," I replied. He sat down next to me in my bed.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.

"You're lying to me, Allie. Just let me help you,"

"I… fine," I sighed. He was just as stubborn as I was, if not more.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Everything!" I complained.

"Like what?" he said calmly.

"Everyone hates me, people in my classes are jerks, I'm always so busy, the football coach hates me, and ugh! I just hate it!" I cried. "And everyone is always with their boyfriend or girlfriends or whatever, so the only friends that I do have can't ever hang out with me!"

"Why don't you get a boyfriend, then?" he asked. "You're 17, almost 18. Don't teenagers these days have boyfriends?"

"Yeah, everyone does, but not me. So no, I can't just go get a boyfriend, Drake. Guys don't… like people like me," I replied. Okay, so I just told him. Now he's going to tell me a bunch of lies and not going to help me with anything that I do need help with. Not that I need help, or anything.

"What?" he asked me. "What do you mean by guys don't like people like me?"

"Like me, Drake. People who are not pretty or a stuck up blonde cheerleader, or skinny or popular, or… perfect or-"

He cut me off. "What?! What makes you think that you aren't pretty, Allison? You're beautiful." He told me.

"No I'm not, Drake."

"Yes you are. Whether you know it or not. And you are perfect. To me."

"I'm not perfect, either. I'm a messed up emotional mess, Drake."

"Allie, I love you, okay? And so what if no one at your school likes you. You'll find you're… soul mate eventually."

"I don't think so, Drake. I'm almost 18 and never been out with a guy who didn't want to use me…" I mumbled. I really was an emotional mess. Drake would never like me now. Well, he never would never like me anyway, since he was gay.

"Fine, fine," he sighed. "I'm still going to help you through all of this, though."

"Fine," I replied. "I just wanna sleep right now."

I turned over and cuddled up into him and fell into a deep sleep.


When I woke up, I was along. Not surprising with what I had told him earlier. People always left me. I turned onto my other side and tried to get comfortable. My fever had gone down, but I was just pissed now.

Drake walked back into my room. "Go away," I said. "I need to be alone, okay, Drake."

He went and sat down next to me. But I couldn't see him as he was on the opposite side of me. He rubbed my back. "What's wrong, Allie?"

"Leave me alone, Drake. Please. I don't need any help."

He sighed and lied down next to me, and put his arm around my waist. "I'm not going to let you go through this alone, Allison. I love you and I know that you are going through a rough time. I'm going to help you with this, whether you want me to or not. Now, do you need anything? Tylenol or something?"

I shook my head no. "Thank you, Drake."

"For what?" he asked.

"Being… perfect." I replied. "And you know, for taking care of me all day today."

"Your welcome, Al," he kissed the side of my head and I drifted off to sleep once again.


Wow. End of chapter 50. Thank you for sticking with me. More is to come, like Adam finding out that Allison is getting bullied at school because he's gay.

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