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Alan was awakened by his dad who told him he had someone on the telephone waithing for him. The sleepy young man walked down the stairs, still out of it. When he reached living room he picked up the telephone and said, "Hello."
It was Coach Boone, who immediately asked, "How's your jaw, son?"
"It's not too good, but I'm OK." the young man answered.
"You take care of yourself, alright."
"Yes, sir."
The sleepy teenager asked Coach Boone about the next practice, said goodbye, and hung up.
Only 15 minutes later Marie called. She asked Alan out. He was so confused. She had told him earlier that she wasn't interested in dating again for a long time. Alan remembered how bad his jaw was and said "I can't go out anytime soon, because Ray Budds punched me in the jaw really hard. But I'm okay."
"Well I hope you feel better soon," she said in a sweet voice that made Alan smile.
When they hung up, Alan immediately called Ronnie Bass. He told him about the call and asked for his opinion on dating Marie again.
"I"m not sure," Ronnie said slowly. "I don't think it's a good idea."
"I'm not sure if I do. I guess I'll have plenty of time to think about it."
"Oh, how is your jaw? Gerry said that Boone said that Ray hit you in the jaw."
"I'm okay," the younger guy answered. "I'm just worn out. Well I guess I'll hang up. Bye." he said awkwardly.
"Bye," Ronnie replied.
Alan took a shower and towel dried his shaggy blond hair to the best of his ability. He was starting to feel nauseated from pain. He decided to go to bed once again. The sleepy teen opened his night stand and pulled out two pictures. One was a picture of him, his mother and his dad. The other was a snapshot of Marie. He smiled at the sight of her lovely green eyes which he could just barely see by the light of his three year old lava lamp. Then he noticed she had had an acne problem when the picture was taken. He laughed a little and thought to himself. "Oh, well, she's still pretty." He lay the pictures back and closed the droor. The young man looked at the ceiling to check for spiders of ladybugs. Because he was supposed to be a tough football player, he would never admit that he was scared of spiders. Or that he despised those little red creatures with black spots.
The exausted teen then stretched out his long arm to turn his pink and purple lava lamp off. He snuggled his pillow and fell asleep.
The next morning Alan was in so much pain he could hardly stand it. His dad heard his hollering and groaning. He ran to his son's bedroom to see what was wrong. Alan was in almost in tears. Mr. Bosley turned on the light and said, "Son, get up and get dressed, and I'll take you to the doctor." Fred Bosley left the room and his son slipped on some worn-out blue jeans and a blue button-up shirt.
While in the waiting room, Alan saw a pretty girl with short blonde hair and fair skin. He was feeling too bad to pay her much attention, but he still tried to sit up straight and fight back tears. It seemed to take forever for the doctor to see him. When he finally did see Alan, he told him that he had cracked the bone slightly. "It's suprising that you waited until morning to come."
Alan's mind was wandering. He wandered why doctor's offices were so cold and why doctors were so cold. His wondering was disurbed as the doctor looked at him and said in a slow nasaly voice "It should heal up with no problem, but your gonna be in alot of pain."
"What encouraging words." Alan thought to himself. "Why do doctors always tell you how bad it's gonna be? And why is this doctor so creepy? I like my doctor better. Why isn't he here anyway?"
Alan sat down and waited for his dad to pay the bill.
For the next few days he was on pain relievers that made him sleepy. He couldn't wait to get better. When Monday rolled around Ronnie called to tell Alan some bad news. "Marie went out with someone else Saturday night. It was some rough looking guy named James. So........I guess it's a good thing that you didn't go out with her again."
"You know," Alan said with a smile "This time I don't really care. So do you want to come over to my house tomorrow? This time I won't be so gloomy." He laughed and waited for Ronnie's reply.
"Sure" Ronnie said, returning the laugh.
Alan had no girlfriend, a cracked jaw bone, and an angry Ray Budds to hear from soon, but he hadn't felt better in a long time.
THE END
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A/N: Yay! I'm done! My first fic is over. I might write a sequel some time. But lately I haven't had much time for that stuff. But I should have a one shot posted soon.
Alan was awakened by his dad who told him he had someone on the telephone waithing for him. The sleepy young man walked down the stairs, still out of it. When he reached living room he picked up the telephone and said, "Hello."
It was Coach Boone, who immediately asked, "How's your jaw, son?"
"It's not too good, but I'm OK." the young man answered.
"You take care of yourself, alright."
"Yes, sir."
The sleepy teenager asked Coach Boone about the next practice, said goodbye, and hung up.
Only 15 minutes later Marie called. She asked Alan out. He was so confused. She had told him earlier that she wasn't interested in dating again for a long time. Alan remembered how bad his jaw was and said "I can't go out anytime soon, because Ray Budds punched me in the jaw really hard. But I'm okay."
"Well I hope you feel better soon," she said in a sweet voice that made Alan smile.
When they hung up, Alan immediately called Ronnie Bass. He told him about the call and asked for his opinion on dating Marie again.
"I"m not sure," Ronnie said slowly. "I don't think it's a good idea."
"I'm not sure if I do. I guess I'll have plenty of time to think about it."
"Oh, how is your jaw? Gerry said that Boone said that Ray hit you in the jaw."
"I'm okay," the younger guy answered. "I'm just worn out. Well I guess I'll hang up. Bye." he said awkwardly.
"Bye," Ronnie replied.
Alan took a shower and towel dried his shaggy blond hair to the best of his ability. He was starting to feel nauseated from pain. He decided to go to bed once again. The sleepy teen opened his night stand and pulled out two pictures. One was a picture of him, his mother and his dad. The other was a snapshot of Marie. He smiled at the sight of her lovely green eyes which he could just barely see by the light of his three year old lava lamp. Then he noticed she had had an acne problem when the picture was taken. He laughed a little and thought to himself. "Oh, well, she's still pretty." He lay the pictures back and closed the droor. The young man looked at the ceiling to check for spiders of ladybugs. Because he was supposed to be a tough football player, he would never admit that he was scared of spiders. Or that he despised those little red creatures with black spots.
The exausted teen then stretched out his long arm to turn his pink and purple lava lamp off. He snuggled his pillow and fell asleep.
The next morning Alan was in so much pain he could hardly stand it. His dad heard his hollering and groaning. He ran to his son's bedroom to see what was wrong. Alan was in almost in tears. Mr. Bosley turned on the light and said, "Son, get up and get dressed, and I'll take you to the doctor." Fred Bosley left the room and his son slipped on some worn-out blue jeans and a blue button-up shirt.
While in the waiting room, Alan saw a pretty girl with short blonde hair and fair skin. He was feeling too bad to pay her much attention, but he still tried to sit up straight and fight back tears. It seemed to take forever for the doctor to see him. When he finally did see Alan, he told him that he had cracked the bone slightly. "It's suprising that you waited until morning to come."
Alan's mind was wandering. He wandered why doctor's offices were so cold and why doctors were so cold. His wondering was disurbed as the doctor looked at him and said in a slow nasaly voice "It should heal up with no problem, but your gonna be in alot of pain."
"What encouraging words." Alan thought to himself. "Why do doctors always tell you how bad it's gonna be? And why is this doctor so creepy? I like my doctor better. Why isn't he here anyway?"
Alan sat down and waited for his dad to pay the bill.
For the next few days he was on pain relievers that made him sleepy. He couldn't wait to get better. When Monday rolled around Ronnie called to tell Alan some bad news. "Marie went out with someone else Saturday night. It was some rough looking guy named James. So........I guess it's a good thing that you didn't go out with her again."
"You know," Alan said with a smile "This time I don't really care. So do you want to come over to my house tomorrow? This time I won't be so gloomy." He laughed and waited for Ronnie's reply.
"Sure" Ronnie said, returning the laugh.
Alan had no girlfriend, a cracked jaw bone, and an angry Ray Budds to hear from soon, but he hadn't felt better in a long time.
THE END
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A/N: Yay! I'm done! My first fic is over. I might write a sequel some time. But lately I haven't had much time for that stuff. But I should have a one shot posted soon.