"I'm going to go to the bathroom quick. I'll be back in a second," Lori told me a few minutes after we got into the room.
"Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?" she said, with a guilty look on her face.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You weren't going to go to the bathroom to actually go to the bathroom."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You were going to throw up. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not completely stupid."
"How did you know? Am I that obvious?"
"Yes. You've been pacing the room, holding your stomach, and looking pale. It was only a matter of time. And I'm telling you that you shouldn't."
"But I have to."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No, you don't!"
"YES I DO!"
"Fine, then I need to cut."
"YOU'RE SUCH A JERK!"
"Yes, I am."
"I hate you, you know that?"
"Yup."
Lori flopped down on the bed. Inside I did a happy little victory dance. Of course, I wouldn't actually do a happy victory dance in public, but in my mind it was okay.
"You really are a jerk."
"Yeah, but you're not in the bathroom, are you?"
"Jerk."
We sat in silence for a while.
"Are you nervous about Group?" Lori asked.
"No. Okay, yes."
"Don't be."
"Easy for you to say."
"Yeah, okay. You're right. But it's probably not as bad as you're dreading."
Silence ensued for a few minutes.
"We should go," Lori said.
"Yeah," I replied.
We didn't move for another ten minutes.
"We're going to be late," Lori said, getting up. I didn't move. "Come on Ash, you have to get up." She walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. We headed down to Group.
"Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?" she said, with a guilty look on her face.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You weren't going to go to the bathroom to actually go to the bathroom."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You were going to throw up. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not completely stupid."
"How did you know? Am I that obvious?"
"Yes. You've been pacing the room, holding your stomach, and looking pale. It was only a matter of time. And I'm telling you that you shouldn't."
"But I have to."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No, you don't!"
"YES I DO!"
"Fine, then I need to cut."
"YOU'RE SUCH A JERK!"
"Yes, I am."
"I hate you, you know that?"
"Yup."
Lori flopped down on the bed. Inside I did a happy little victory dance. Of course, I wouldn't actually do a happy victory dance in public, but in my mind it was okay.
"You really are a jerk."
"Yeah, but you're not in the bathroom, are you?"
"Jerk."
We sat in silence for a while.
"Are you nervous about Group?" Lori asked.
"No. Okay, yes."
"Don't be."
"Easy for you to say."
"Yeah, okay. You're right. But it's probably not as bad as you're dreading."
Silence ensued for a few minutes.
"We should go," Lori said.
"Yeah," I replied.
We didn't move for another ten minutes.
"We're going to be late," Lori said, getting up. I didn't move. "Come on Ash, you have to get up." She walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. We headed down to Group.