It was a picture of me and Derek from when I first moved in.

I had no idea as to why Derek would have a picture of us from like 3 years ago. Then I realized that I was still standing outside Derek's door. I walked into my room, turned on my computer, and put my headphones in my ears.

My ears filled with "I think I love you" by Kaci.

I'm sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
Then all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane
I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words I dread ...
"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)

I started to sing along.


This morning, I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with
And so I just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself
And never talk about it
And did not go and shout it
When you walked into the room ...
"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)

Then I felt something vibrate. It was my phone, and on my phone was a new text message from Derek.

"Can you please try and keep it down? I am trying to sleep."

I texted back, "Sorry Derek."

After that, I sat in my room for a while, doing homework that wasn't due for days, talking on aim to Emily.

DancingQueen-Hey Em. Derek was throwing up earlier.

Secrets85-Really?!?! That's so sad! '[ Why was he puking?

DancingQueen-George put mushrooms in dinner.

Secrets85-Isn't Derek allergic to mushrooms?

DancingQueen-Exactly.

Secrets85-How long was he throwing up for?

DancingQueen-About a half hour.

Secrets85-Do you think he'll be in school tomorrow?

DancingQueen-I don't know.

DancingQueen-Brb, going to check on Derek.

Secrets85-Ok.

I set my away message to "going somewhere, but I'll be right back so don't fret."

I left my room, walked to Derek's and knocked on his door. I walked over to his bed and saw that he was sleeping. His eyes were closed, and his loud snoring filled the remaining space in the room. I felt his forehead and he felt a little warm. I walked downstairs and asked mom to see if she thought if he felt warm.

"He does feel a little warm. Go get me the thermometer."

I ran back downstairs, grabbed the thermometer, went up the stairs and shoved the thermometer in his ear. Surprisingly, he didn't wake up.

BEEP

"101.5" I stated.

"Go get a cold compress to put on his forehead."

I ran back down the stairs, for like the 4th time in lees than 10 minutes, grabbed a cloth, ran it under freezing cold water, and took the stairs 2 at a time, just to be dangerous. I didn't actually fall so I must not be that much of a "klutzilla".

"Here." I gave the wet cloth to my mom.

"Thanks" as soon as the compress was on Derek's forehead, he shuddered. Then he started to wake up.