The Notebook
-Chapter 17-
"Hey, Zoey. Where'd you go?" Hannah was settling down to go to sleep as Zoey walked in only a minute before curfew. She was out of breath from running.
"Oh. I just went to go see my old room mate, Nicole."
"I see," Hannah said, "Nicole's the petite brunette right?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think she likes me very much," Hannah said after a few moments of awkward silence.
"Oh."
"Yeah...so you know how Chase's birthday is coming up?" Hannah asked.
"Only 5 more days," Zoey said as she changed into her pajamas.
"Yeah, so I was thinking you and I could throw him a surprise party."
"Um... I hate to break it to you but Chase hates surprises. I mean really HATES them."
"Oh," Hannah's face immediately switched from excited to somber.
Zoey sighed,"But I don't think he'll mind having one thrown by his two best girls."
"Oh, good! Thank you Zoey!"
"Not a problem," Zoey pulled the pink and orange bedspread out and got under the covers.
"So we'll plan tomorrow, okay?" Hannah said as she did the same and shut off the light.
"Sure."
"Good night, Zoe."
"Night."
Zoey didn't fall asleep right away. Her stomach was bothering her.
"Wake up my lovely females," someone knocked on the door to Zoey, Hannah, and Paige's door.
"Zoey, Hannah, please make your boyfriend shut up," Paige rolled over to look at the clock,"It's seven in the morning!"
"She's her boyfriend, not mine," Zoey pointed somewhere in Hannah's direction.
"Same difference," Paige rolled back over and shut her eyes.
"Come on, open the door. I've got a load of food in my arms for you."
"I'm getting up," Hannah quickly ran a brush through her thick hair and rushed to open the door.
"Hey," Chase smiled with a tray of food and the notebook in his arms, "Good morning."
"It is a good morning now," Hannah smiled, "What's the occasion?"
"Just a random act of kindness for my favorite girlfriend."
Zoey stared at her best friend in disgust and tried to keep herself from puking all over the floor.
"Aw, how sweet. Bacon, eggs, and pancakes! Have you been reading my diary? These are my favorite breakfast foods!"
She writes about her favorite foods? Zoey thought to herself, What a weird girl.
"Zoe, I wrote a little," Chase tossed her the notebook.
"Um, Thank you," Zoey said as she watched what seemed like a horror movie from the comfort of her own bed.
"Shut up," Paige mumbled from under the covers of her quilt.
"Excuse me, I need to go throw up," Zoey stumbled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Surprisingly, she actually did throw up. She thought the nauseated feeling she had was because she was seeing Hannah and Chase together. The substance in the toilet proved her wrong. Zoey walked back to her dorm shaking and shivering, shocked that she had thrown up. It had been years since her last puking incedent.
Hannah and Chase sat on her bed laughing about something when Zoey walked in.
"Zoey, are you alright?" Hannah asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," Zoey got under the covers and shut her eyes. About five secounds later she felt a hand on her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw Chase who was staring at her.
"You've got a fever," Chase said. "I better get the nurse."
"No, no, really I'm fine."
"Did you vomit?" Hannah asked.
"Maybe."
Chase looked at Hannah, "That means she did."
"I'll go get the nurse," Hannah rushed out of the room."
Chase looked at Zoey with a severely serious look spread across his face. It was a look Zoey had never seen on him, "Chase it's not like I'm dying or anything. I just threw up. It's proboly the stomach flu. It'll be gone in 24 hours at the most."
"I know. It's just... I've never seen you sick before." Chase stroked Zoey's hair back behind her ears, "When I'm sick my mom makes me soup. Do you want me to get you some soup?"
"Uh, Chase, I just puked I don't really want to even think about food right now," Zoey smiled a little, "Not to mention the fact that it's like seven in the morning."
"Okay, okay. Do you need anything?"
"Not really," Zoey's eyes slowly closed. As much as she wanted to stay awake until Chase left she drifted off to sleep.
"Zoe, are you awake?" When he recieved no answer he said quietly in a whisper as he stared at her, "I still love youy. I've always loved you."
Then the nurse came in, along with Hannah.
A/N: I don't have an excuse for you. I'm just incredibly lazy. Somebody slap me. Oh, that's right, this is the internet. Ahhhg I'm not making any sense. I love you all. Brighten my day by reviewing. Maybe it will get me out of this deep nagging depression I've developed. And it's not even a depression worth something. It's about a boy. A stupid boy that seems to enjoy breaking my heart a little more each day.
Peace out home frys
Noelle