When Violet woke up in the morning she wasn't really feeling good. She managed to crawl out of bed and walk downstairs. She poured in some cereal but didn't eat it. She just starred at it then decided to eat it. She took her spoon and but some cocoa balls in her mouth. Her eyes grew wide and her face was green. She immediately ran to the nearest restroom and threw up in the toilet.

"Violet dear?" said Rose. "Are you ok." Violet groaned and crawled out of the bathroom.

"I'm fine." Said Violet.

"You skin is pale." Said Rose.

"It's always pale."

"No I mean you're really pale, and your hands are freezing."

"Oh no!" said Violet. "I am not going back to that freakish hospital again!"

"And you wont if you get in bed. Now march!"

Violet trudged up the stairs and fell onto her bed. She couldn't sleep. She was about to go to sleep when the loud phone rang. Rose talked on it.

"Hello Margaret… What?... You need me?... But I'm here with my sick granddaughter… What's going on? O I'm coming right over."

She walked out of the house and saw Mike.

"Hey Mrs. B. Where's Violet?"

"Sick in bed. Do me a favor and take care of her.

"Sweet." Said Mike walking into the house. He climbed up the stairs and walked into Violets room to see if she was asleep or not. Then he sat down on a chair and watched her fast asleep.

He brushed his fingers through her hair. It was so soft to touch. It was fluffy like cotton.

"Please feel better by tomorrow…" Mike mumbled. The dance contest took place the next day and he couldn't go on his own. He needed her.

He got drossy for a second and then noticed Violet's eyes flickering open. She looked at him thinking that she was really sick seeing Mike watching her. She rubbed her eyes but nothing happened.

"Wheres grandma?"

"She went out. I think someone needs her help and she asked me to take care of you. Anything I can get?"

"Nope. I'm not hungry."

"Well you gotta eat something! It's the only thing that'll make you feel well in time for the dance competition tomorrow."

"Its tomorrow!" Violet gasped. "One whole breakfast tray and step on it!"

"Yes ma'am." Mike dashed out of the room. She noticed the evil cat looking at her like a hawk.

"Go bother someone else." Said Violet frustrated. The cat meowed at her. "Don't you dare come over here. Be gone!"

Then after that, there was massive coiffing. It never seemed to stop. Ten minutes later Mike came in with cold medicine, eggs, juice, fruit, and carrots and also a paper bag just-in-case.

"Oh thanks a ton." Said Violet. She tried her best to get. The sick feeling in her stomach made her slow down. The dance contest made her speed up.

"How did you get sick?"

"I think it was from Jack." Said Violet. "He looked contagious yesterday."

"I bet he was." Said Mike. "I know that boy. He shoplifted, robed, spray painted, and gambled and didn't get caught once!"

"Are you serious? Why don't you tell your mom?"

"Because she thinks I'm teasing just because when I was little I called 911 and told them that there was a zombie trying to kill me. They came right away."

"I remember doing something like that but I wasn't kidding. My dad was abusing my mom so I called the cops and they hauled him away."

"Do you know what? I remember seeing a girl like you at the ball park when I was five, back in Denver."

"I met someone at the ball park there too." Then the memory came.

Violet walked into a line to buy a baseball bobble head. There was a kid in front of her wearing a shirt that said, "Couch potato Champ".

"Hi!" she said. "I'm Violet!"

"Hi, the names Mike."

"Guess what? I'm getting myself a bobble head."

"Awesome."

"Excuse me." A group of girls came. "Can we cut in front of you?"

"Sure thing." Said Mike. They all bought bobble heads.

"One bobble head." Said Mike.

"Ok, but this is the last one."

"Huh?" a confused Violet streaked.

"Ha ha." Said Mike. "I got the last bobble head."

"No fair!" Violet yelled.

"Fair to me."

"Oh yeah?" Violet tackled Mike to the ground and a cub fight began. Security guards came to break up the fight.

"It's a funny story nowadays." Said Violet.

"Yeah. You tackled me."

Mike took away the finished breakfast tray.

"Time for medicine." Said Mike.

"I am not having that stuff." Said Violet acting like a little kid.

"O what do you mean?" said Mike who took a spoonful. "I bet it tastes good." He drank the medicine after that to make Violet think it was good! He's had the grossest look on his face. "Mmm… tastes like candy." He lied. Violet burst into laughter. "No seriously. It's the only way to get well." He scoped out another spoonful. "Just one quick gulp and you'll be better in no time."

Violet sighed. "All right."

She sighed again and quickly drank the medicine."

"Anything else?"

"Well," she thought.

"You looked stressed." Said Mike. He gave her back a nice massage with his magic hands. "You can use a good massage."

"Oh that feels good." Said Violet. "A little to the right… oh I have never been so relaxed!"

Moments later, Mike carried Violet to the family room and got cuddled up on the couch but then both fell asleep a few minutes later. Violet was dreaming in Mikes arms until her grandmother woke up Mike and thanked him. Violet was very upset when she woke up she asked Rose strait up, "Where's Mike?"

"He went home."

"Home…:-(."