Sharon spent the day in bed. She was convinced she was dying. It may have been awful watching Brian get sick the night before, but she was starting to think he had the right idea. Not throwing up meant the alcohol was taking longer to leave her system.

There was a knock at her door. She hoped it wasn't her mother checking in on her again. "Who is it?" she groaned as she turned over to face the door.

"Hey babe, I heard you weren't feeling well," came a familiar voice.

"Kyle?" she said dumbfounded as her ex boyfriend came to sit next to her on the bed.

"I called earlier to try patch things up, but your mom said you had a stomach bug. The thing is...I heard from a friend of mine that he saw you at Louis' last night and he said you looked pretty sauced," he told her with a knowing smile.

"So you know there's no stomach bug," she winced, feeling like a fool.

"I brought you my hang-over remedy. It never fails," said Kyle as he showed her a thermos he'd brought with him.

"Oh yeah? You do realize that we broke up, right?" she asked him dubiously.

"Sharon just because we aren't a couple, doesn't mean that I don't still care about you," he said with honest sincerity.

"Aw, that's so sweet," she told him with a small smile.

"Here just try it. I mean, you know you'll have to go to school tomorrow," he suggested as he poured some of it into the cup of the thermos.

"Ugh, school," she moaned. She was not looking forward to facing her friends again. Especially Rayanne. They never did talk about that kiss they shared in her mother's room.

Sharon sat up and sipped some of the strange cocktail. She was too afraid to ask what was in it. It tasted worse than whatever she drank last night and her face said as much.

"That's disgusting," she complained.

"I know, but it will do the trick," he said sympathetically.

"Thanks, Kyle—you know—for caring," she told him and then forced down what was left in the cup.

For a moment the girl thought it was all going to come back up, but then the feeling subsided.

"Well, I should go. You're mom wasn't too keen on me being in your room. Even though you're sick," he explained with a shrug. "Hopefully I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"Hopefully," she agreed.