Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter written and published, but between the content of this chapter, and, the length of it, I thought it would be best, if I not try to get it written yesterday while I was at school, and then, due to being exhausted upon getting home last night, well, you can see that yesterday, writing anymore Fan Fiction once my school day officially began and even after it ended, was simply just, out of the question. But no worries, the next chapter of this story is here, so, let's have it, and, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 6, Sick Day and a Bully
Tommy POV
No sooner had I throwed up when Rosie's mommy came in with a mop to clean it all up. A few minutes later, Peter came in and got me ready to take a bath.
"This ought to get you all cleaned up and feeling better." Said Peter, as he put me into the tub.
The warm water felt nice, but I wasn't feeling any better. A few minutes later, some of Rosie's toys were put into the tub for me to play with, though I didn't feel much like playing. At this point, even Rosie tried to come and cheer me up.
"Wanna play with my boat Tommy? You can pretend you're a pirate sailing the soapy seas." Said Rosie, who was standing outside the tub, and trying to hold my hand.
"I don't wanna play." I said, as I clammed up in the corner of the tub, not wishing to be bothered.
"Tommy doesn't feel very good Rosie, maybe you two can play tomorrow. Goodnight Rosie." Said Peter, as Rosie lefted the bathroom.
Once Rosie was gone, I looked up at Peter.
"Thanks Peter." I said.
"No problem Tommy. Now, let's get you all cleaned up and into your jammies. So, you threw up huh?" Peter asked.
I nodded.
"You'll be ok. Maybe that Tye food just didn't agree with your tummy." Said Peter, as he washed me off with soap and shampooped my hair.
A little while later, he had me in my blue footsy Reptar jammies that mommy had packed for me, and we were lying down to go to sleep in our bed. Unfortunately, my long night of being up and down had just begun. A little while after I lay down, I started to feel a funny feeling in my tummy. I turned, and sawed Peter was asleep, so I shook him awake.
"What's wrong Tommy?" Peter asked sleepily.
"My tummy feels funny." I said, before I hopped down from the bed and ran for the bathroom. I really had to go potty, and it wasn't the normen type when you've dranked too much apple juice, it was the other kind, the kind that was happening when Rosie came to play at my house. Yes, diary, I mean, diarrhea.
I opened the trap door on the back of my Reptar jammies, sat down on Rosie's training potty, and remained there for a very long time. It was like being potty trained all over again, only this time, runny smelly poop was coming out. Then, I threw up, and it went all over the place. Peter cleaned it up, and Rosie's mommy gotted me a yellow bucket, like one of those ones you might play with in the sandbox, for me to throw up in.
"Here Tommy, keep this bucket near you, and when you need to throw up, you throw up in here, ok?" Said Peter.
I nodded, as I finally gotted off the potty, and headed back to bed. This continued all night long. Having diarrhea in the potty, throwing up in my yellow bucket, and the worstest, doing both at the same time. Oh did that feel just awful.
At one point, me and Peter went downstairs, and he fixed me a sippy cup of some ginger rale.
"Now try to sip on this slowly. I'm gonna find us something to watch." Said Peter, as he looked through a collection of videos and DVD's Rosie's family had on a bookcase in their living room.
"I wanna watch Reptar versus the Aliums." I said.
"I'm sorry Tommy, but Rosie's family doesn't allow them to watch Reptar. But look at what I found. It's a Captain Squash video, and it's never been opened! Remember Captain Squash? Your friend Bobby Generic introduced you to him?" Peter asked.
"I like that stuper hero, but I want my real hero." I said.
"Awe come on Tommy, I'm sure Captain Squash will make you feel all better. You just keep sipping on that ginger ale, and as soon as I figure out how their VCR works, provided I have enough brains to do this at 2 in the morning, we'll have Captain Squash up and going." Said Peter, as he took the wrapper off the tape, turndid on the TV and stuck it into the machine.
Suddenly, I didn't see Captain Squash on the TV, but right in the middle of the room.
Start of Imaginary Venture
"Hello Tommy, I hear you're not feeling too well." Said Captain Squash.
I slowly nodded.
"Well don't worry Tommy, don't you know I'm a super hero, and it is my duty, to make you all better." Said Captain Squash, as he started flying all over the room.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going to find you some medicine Tommy, it will make that throw up and diarrhea disappear for good." Said Captain Squash, but before he could get to far, he started to fly closer and closer to the ground, until he crashed.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Tommy, but, afraid my jet pack gave out. I need some power." Said Captain Squash.
"Here, let me help you." I said, as I made my way off the couch, but as I walked closer to Captain Squash, he started to vanish.
"Oh no Tommy, I'm disappearing. Looks like you're on your own for this one." Said Captain Squash, as he disappeardid into thin air.
"Wait! Wait! Come back Captain Squash." I called.
End of Imaginary Venture
No sooner had Captain Squash disappeardid, when I took another sip of my ginger ale, and looked up to see nothing but static and funny lines on the TV.
"What happened Peter?" I asked.
"Looks like their VCR might have eaten the tape. I sure hope we're not in trouble. Sorry to say this Tommy but looks like we're not going to be watching Captain Squash after all." Said Peter.
At that moment, I started feeling sick again. I picked up my yellow bucket just in time, and tossed my cookies, I mean, ginger ale, as I didn't have any cookies, so yeah, I tossed my ginger ale into the yellow bucket, and slumped back on the couch when I could finally stop.
"Oh dear Tommy, you're pretty sick aren't you." Said Peter, as he lefted the room with my yellow bucket full of yucky smelly ginger ale, which, I'll never understand, why it tastes worser when it comes back up than when it first goes down, but he came back with Rosie's mommy, and a thermometer, which he placed in my ear. As they came into the room, and Peter started taking my temp, I heardid them talking.
"So, how's Tommy doing?" Rosie's mommy asked.
"Not so good, poor little guy has been up and down all night. And looks like he's definitely got a tummy bug. He just threw up the ginger ale I tried to give him. If that's not all, we found a Captain Squash video on your bookshelf that hadn't been opened. I put it into the VCR for us to watch, but looks like your VCR ate it." Said Peter.
"Oh, that old thing. Our VCR is old, guess it was finally time for it to go. We've had it ever since Terry and I got married. And as for that video, Mary got it as a birthday present last year from one of her classmates. She's never been into Captain Squash. We were going to send it back to Amazon, as I found out that's where her family got it, but it was on clearance, so they wouldn't take it back." Explained Rosie's mommy as she unplugged the VCR and carried it out of the room.
"Do you guys have a DVD player?" Peter asked.
"Yes, and we have plenty of Dummi Bears, My Little Poney, and Goober DVD's if you and Tommy need some entertainment at this ungodly hour of the morning." Said Rosie's mommy.
Just then, a beeping went off in my ear. Peter removed the thermometer and looked at it.
"Oh dear Tommy, you've got a fever of 101." Said Peter.
"Oh no." I said.
"Now don't worry Tommy, you're gonna be fine. You just rest now." Said Peter, as he put on a Dummi Bears DVD that Rosie's mommy gotted out for us.
I fell asleep until the sun started to stream in through the windows. I guess at one point, Peter must have moved me back upstairs, cuz when I awoke, the sun was waking up, and we were back in our bed, Peter was lying next to me.
"Morning Peter." I said sleepily.
"Hi Tommy, how are you feeling?" Peter asked.
"I'm ok, but I've gots to go potty, I'll be right back." I said, as I hopped out of bed, and ran for the training potty, really hoping not to have diarrhea this time, but sadly, I was wrong. There it was again, really thankful up to this point, I had made the potty each time.
When I finally gotted up, I ran into Peter in the hallway, and was about to head downstairs, when he stopped me.
"Where are you going Tommy, you're going back to bed." Said Peter.
"I can't go back to bed yet, it's morning, and that means, it's time to go to the marathon and Fire and Ice." I said.
"I'm sorry Tommy, but you're not going, you're sick." Said Peter.
"I don't care. If I don't go I'll be letting Rosie down." I said.
"I'm sure Rosie will understand once I explain it to her. Now come on Tommy, back to bed." Said Peter.
"No!" I snapped, not moving from the top of the stairs, my arms stretched out wide, my fingers barely reaching either side of the bannister.
I was about to take off down the stairs when Peter grabbed me up and putted me into bed.
"Now you rest here, I'll be back after breakfast when I get dressed to check on you." Said Peter, as he lefted the room.
I lay back on the pillows and fell asleep, until I awoke a little while later to find Peter changing into his gray Confederate uniform, and getting ready for the day.
"Did you have a good nap Tommy?" Peter asked me.
"Yeah, I'm all better, come on, let's go." I said, as I sat up, noticing I was starting to feel dizzy.
"Nope, nope, sorry, you're staying here, and Rosie's mommy is going to watch after you." Said Peter.
"But I want my mommy to watch after me." I said.
"Your mommy isn't here Tommy, she's off visiting your uncle Ben and aunt Elane with your daddy and Dilly, but we'll try to call her later ok?" Said Peter.
"I need to lie down." I muttered, as I slumped back on to the pillows, closing my eyes.
"You do that Tommy, and we'll be back later. No worries, Rosie and I will tell you all about the exciting day we had." Said Peter, as he lefted the room, and I went back to sleep.
I must have slept for a really long time, cuz when I waked up, the sun was shining brightly into through the window. I have no idea if it was no shadows time, but I didn't care. I awoke feeling achy, I had a headache, and if that wasn't bad enough, I had a accident, and threw up all over the bed, forgetting where I placed my yellow bucket. I was a mess, and I only hoped at that moment, Rosie didn't see me. I was so upset, I started crying, and a few minutes later, Rosie's mommy came in to check on me.
"Oh dear, looks like we had an accident in here. Now don't cry little guy, we'll get you all cleaned up." Said Rosie's mommy, as she picked me up, got me dchanged out of my Reptar jammies into a pair of pink jammies.
"I know you might not want to wear pink pajamas Tommy, but Mary wore these when she was your age, and this is all I could find that looked to be about your size. You wear those for now while I put your pajamas in the wash." Said Rosie's mommy, as she gotted me all cleaned up and placed into pink footsy jammies.
Then, she took the yucky sheets off the bed, putted everything into a laundry bag to go wash it, and took me down to the couch, where she made up a bed for me with a pillow and blankie.
"There we go, isn't that better?" Rosie's mommy asked me.
I didn't think it was any better. I had a accident at somebody else's house, I felt crummy, and wanted my own mommy, but I nodded just to please her, before I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
"You rest now. I have Rhonda coming shortly to get final plans together for Rosie's birthday party tomorrow, but we'll try to keep it nice and quiet." I heardid Rosie's mommy say, before I drifted back off to sleep for a while.
The nextest time I awoke, if waking up to throw up and have a accident of runny poopies in your pants is bad, waking up to a boy version of Angelica staring you in the face is even worser.
"I know Rosie's around here somewhere. Now wake up shrimpy so I can watch TV." I heard the loud voice of a biggerer kid yelling at me.
I sat up to see a large kid with brown hair, mean looking eyes, wearing a red shirt and green shorts staring at me. Had I been feeling ok, I might have thought of something to say to him, but I just wanted to be lefted alone. So I did the only thing that came to mind at that moment, I started crying.
"Ha ha ha! A cry baby, is that all you are? Oh that's good!" Said this big kid, who was laughing evily, and his mommy and Rosie's mommy came into the room.
"Reggie! I thought we told you not to bother the Hall's guest." Said Reggie's mommy.
"Are you ok Tommy?" Rosie's mommy asked me as she picked me up, hugged me, and started rubbing my back, trying to get me to calm down. Her rubbing my back felt good, so I stopped crying and calmed down, and she lay me back down on the couch, where I closed my eyes and turned towards the back of the couch, where me and Reggie didn't have to see each other.
"I'm sorry Reggie, but you're not going to watch TV while we're here. While I meet with Rosie's mommy, you can sit across the room and color with some crayons. And if I catch you bothering their guest again, there'll be no dessert tonight, do you understand young man?" Reggie's mommy asked.
"Yes mommy, I'll be good." I heard Reggie say in that fake sweet voice I've heardid Angelica use to the growed ups before.
As I tried to drift back off to sleep, all I could think at that moment was how peoples who act mean like Angelica seem a lot worser when you're sick. I went on vacation to see Rosie, not get sick, and not run into peoples who acted like Angelica, and so far, this wasn't turning into the bestest vacation I ever had, it was turning into the worstest one. I thought on a vacation, you're spose to do exactly what you want, or at least that's what I learndid when I went to Los Vegas, but guess vacations in Boston don't turn out that good, or at least this one for me wasn't, and at that moment, I couldn't wait for it to be over and to go home.
Reggie kept making lots of noise as he colored with his crayons, calling me names and gbegging for me to go away.
"What's your name kid?" Reggie asked me at one point.
"Tommy, Tommy Pickles." I replied.
"Pickles? You look more like a shrimp casserole to me. Who are your parents? Cucumber and vinegar? Ha ha ha ha ha!" Said Reggie.
I was about to say something, when Rosie walked into the room.
"Hey! You leave my friend alone." Said Rosie, her hands on her hips, as she stared up at Reggie.
"This kid's a cry baby. I'm not leaving him alone till he goes home." Said Reggie.
"He doesn't feel good Reggie. Now leave him alone, or…" Said Rosie.
"Or what gumdrop head." Said Reggie.
"Or I'll get your mommy, and you'll be in big trouble. And don't call me gumdrop head." Said Rosie.
"I'll call you whatever I want to call you." Said Reggie, the smile never leaving his face.
He then went on to call me some more names, until Rosie's sister Mary came into the room.
"Don't talk to our guest like that." Said Mary.
"Ok, how about this. I'll smash your little shrimpy friend to bits, and I'll leave you girls alone." Said Reggie.
"You do nothing of the kind." Said Mary.
"Hey Mary, what if we had a race, like the marathon we just went to? Me and Tommy, against you two." Suggested Rosie.
I wasn't feeling much up to even playing, let alone running a race, so at this point, I hopped down from the couch and went up to Rosie. I put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. She turned around and looked at me.
"Uh Rosie, I really don't think this is such a good idea. I really don't feel good." I said.
"You're gonna do it, or be turned into a pickled shrimp casarole." Said Reggie.
I sighed. It looks like there was no easy way out of it, as Rosie grabbed my hand and drug me out to their small backyard, where twigs were placed down on the ground.
"These twigs mark the finish line. And now, let's make teams. It's me and Mary, against the dumb little wimpy babies, or as I like to call them, the fruit salad couple, since together, they look like grapes and strawberries when staring at the top of their heads. Now, on your marks, get set, go!" Reggie shouted, as me and Rosie started to race.
As we raced towards the finish line, I noticed I was starting not to feel good again.
"I don't think I'm gonna make it Rosie." I said, before I collapsed to the ground and threw up all over the twigs that made up the finish line.
"Told ya those babies wouldn't make it. You lose, looks like me and Mary won. So prepare to be turned into a shrimp casarole with roses on top." Said Reggie.
"Hey! That's not fair Reggie, Tommy got sick." Said Mary.
"Ha ha ha, we'll just see about that." Said Reggie, as he ran towards me, slipping on the throw up that was on the ground, thanks to me.
He fell, gotted all covered in it, and ran inside the partment, crying for his mommy. Once he was out of sight, Mary and Rosie cheered for me.
"You did it Tommy, you're our hero! You saved us from Reggie!" Rosie exclaimed with excitement, as she gave me a huge hug.
I was glad I saved us, but I still felt pretty crummy, and didn't feel much like smiling or anything. We went back inside, and I was so glad to see Reggie and his mommy finally leaving. A little while later, we all sat down for supper, but if there's one thing I can't stand besides having diarrhea accidents with these tummy bugs, is having to eat different food from everybody else. Everybody else got to have leftover Tye food, while I had a bowl of soup, but it wasn't any normen soup, it was just liquid that looked like soup, and more ginger ale.
"Here you go Tommy, some chicken broth and ginger ale." Said Peter, as he placed me into the booster seat across from Rosie, with my bowl of broth and sippy cup of ginger ale.
"I don't want ginger ale. I want apple juice." I snapped.
"I'm sorry Tommy, but until you can hold this down, you're stuck drinking ginger ale." Said Peter.
I didn't feel up to arguing with the king, so I ate, or rather, drank my food, since both things were drinks. Why they put my soup in a bowl and not into another sippy cup I'll never understand, but at age two, there's lots of things I don't understand, and I didn't feel much up to trying to figure them out right then.
Rosie finished her dinner before me, so once I was done, I went and founded her. She was in the living room, watching a Dummi Bears DVD and curled up on the couch, so I went and curled up next to her.
"Hey Tommy, glad to see you've joined me." Said Rosie.
"Uh, yeah." I said, as I sat down, leaning my head on her shoulder.
"You ok Tommy?" Rosie asked.
"No Rosie, I don't feel good." I replied.
"I know, let's play a game. That always makes me feels better." Suggested Rosie.
"No thanks, I just wanna sit here and watch the Dummi Bears movie." I said.
I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth. I must have really felted awful if I said that, a moment at which Chuckie would have been proud of me for wanting to sit around and do nothing, but he wouldn't like seeing me sick, so while I missed him and all of my other friends, I was glad to be alone with Rosie at that moment. We watched for a few more minutes, before I started to get that achy feeling in my tummy again, and really needed to go potty. And it was going to be another diarrhea episode, and I wasn't sure if I could make it all the way upstairs to the little potty on my own. I was gonna neeed some help.
"Oh no." I said.
"What? What is it?" Rosie asked.
"I've gots to go potty and we've gots to go up there now. I don't think I'm gonna make it on my own." I said.
"Sure you will, just pretend you're running a marathon, like the one we had earlier." Suggested Rosie.
"Oh, ok." I said.
"Are you ready?" Rosie asked me.
I nodded, and suddenly, the room transformed into the marathon race track.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time, for the Baby Boston Marathon, and our two competitors, Rosie Hall, and Tommy Pickles. Who will reach the finish line and take the prize? Well babies, start your footsies, and, let the races, begin!" Said an imaginary announcer, as me and Rosie took off.
We climbed the mountain and kept running, till we almost gotted to the finish line. Yes, I say almost, as the race track disappeardid and there I was, standing next to the training potty, and having another diarrhea accident. I couldn't believe it. Rosie tried to get me to the potty as fast as she could, and I still didn't make it, and worser than that, I had another accident in front of her. She must think I'm a real little baby right now. Well, I sure did feel like one. I sat down on the bathroom floor and started crying.
"What's wrong?" Rosie asked.
"I'm sick that's what's wrong. And worser than that, I think I might be going backwards. I keep having accidents and can't eat the same stuff as the rest of you guys. Yeah Rosie, I feel like, like, a little baby, and I'm falling apart." I said through my sobs.
"Don't worry Tommy, I've gots something that will help." Said Rosie, as she lefted me in the bathroom to cry, while she ran off to some place else, returning a few minutes later with some glue and a diapie.
"Come on, get up and follow me." Rosie said, as I gotted up and followed her. The bathroom floor wasn't all that comfortabler anyways, hopefully Rosie was taking me to a better place.
Next thing I knew, I founded myself in a bedroom, made up with two beds. I'm guessing I was in Rosie and Mary's room.
"Now Tommy, if you should fall apart, I founded some glue, so I can put you back together. Right now though, we need to take care of something." Said Rosie, as I lay down on the carpet.
"What?" I asked.
Rosie then took off all of my clothes.
"Now hold still." Said Rosie, as she poured some diapie powder on to my butt, and placed a very snug diapie on me, that must have been one of her's she still had, as even though she was potty trained like me, I'm guessing they hadn't used up all of her diapies just yet.
"Hey, wait, I never said…" I started to say before Rosie interrupted me.
"You said you felt like a little baby, and you were having accidents, so, here, let me help you. I'm gonna take care of you, just like a mommy takes care of her baby. Now you lie here, I'll be right back with your bottle." Said Rosie, as she lefted the room, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling on the floor, all nakie with a diapie on.
A chill swept over me, as I tried to get up, but felt too weak to move. It was like The Gray Plague all over again, without the not breathing part, or the having to go to the hopcickle part.
"I hope the bottle she brings me won't make me throw up again." I thought to myself, as Rosie returned to the room, and stuck a bottle into my mouth.
"Drink up little baby Tommy." Said Rosie, as some nice, warm, vinella flavored milk trickled down my throat.
It did taste good, and was much better than the yucky broth and ginger ale I had for dinner and been drinking all day. Unfortunately, my tummy didn't like it. No sooner had it gone down, when that grumbly achy feeling came back, and I tossed the milk out, causing it to dribble all over Rosie's bedroom floor. At that moment, her sister Mary came into the room, and I started crying as loud as I could.
"Oh my goodness Rosie, what happened in here?" Mary asked.
"I'm a terrible mommy. I can't even feed my baby a bottle without him throwing it up." Cried Rosie, as she too started to cry.
"Tommy really is going backwards." Rosie continued, as we both cried.
"Oh Rosie, it's not your falt. You didn't give him the bottle of milk that mommy left on the counter, did you?" Mary asked.
"Uh huh?" Rosie replied.
"That was suppose to be a special bedtime birthday treat for you. Well, it's ruined now, and don't worry, Tommy isn't going backwards. He just has a really bad tummy bug, and you only made things worse by feeding him milk. That's the worst thing you can drink when your tummy is upset." Said Mary.
That gotted me to stop crying for a minute, not to mention I had more diarrhea, which at least that time, I had a diapie on, if I was going backwards, there was one good thing about it right then, but Mary mentioning my tummy was upset made me realize what was wrong. It was unhappy. Now all I needed to figure out was, how to make it happy again.
I thought for several minutes, but nothing came to me, and it still felt awful, so I started crying again, and I wasn't going to stop until Peter or one of Rosie's parents came to rescue me from this mess on the carpet. I know Rosie was only trying to help, but at that moment, I just, wanted to be alone.
"Come on Tommy, talk to me, what's wrong?" Rosie asked.
But I didn't answer her. I kept on crying, in hopes I'd either disappear, fall apart, cry myself to sleep, or my tummy would stop being upset and find a way to cheer me up. I thought food made tummies happy, but it certainly was in a cranky mood if I couldn't eat anything without throwing up or having diarrhea.
Nextest thing I knew, Peter and Rosie's mommy were in the room.
"Oh my! Another mess, eh?" Peter asked.
"Uh huh?" Cried Rosie through her tears.
"She and Tommy were playing house, and, well, an oopsy happened." Explained Mary.
"Well it's time for your bath Rosie, you've got a big day tomorrow with your birthday party." Said Rosie's mommy, as she picked up Rosie and carried her off to the bathroom for her bath.
"And Tommy buddy, we need to get you cleaned up and in to bed too. Come on." Said Peter, as he got some wipes and cleaned up the carpet, changed me out of the diapies I was wearing, and into some rubber big boy training pants, and my Reptar jammies, now all nice and clean.
"Now Tommy, we normally don't do this, but after what's happened today, your yellow bucket is down next to the bed, and Rosie's training potty are in here too, should you wake up during the night and need to throw up or go potty, whether it be diarrhea, or just, to take a pee pee." Said Peter.
"Thanks." I replied, as I looked around and sawed where the bucket and potty were on my side of the bed.
After that, he tucked me into the bed we were sleeping in.
"Peter, can you tell Rosie something for me?" I asked.
"What is it Tommy?" Peter asked.
"If I really am going backwards, should I be gone or not be able to talk by morning, tell her she was the bestest girlfriend I ever had." I said.
"You're so silly Tommy, you're not going backwards." Said Peter.
"Then if I'm not going backwards, how come I feel so awful, I keep missing the potty and food don't wanna go down the right way?" I asked.
"Because you're sick with a tummy bug. These are just symptoms of the bug. I promise, you'll be better soon. In fact, I bet ya, once you've had a good night's sleep, you'll be feeling better by morning." Said Peter, as he put on a CD in a boom box that was on the dresser in the room where we were staying.
"I hope so, I don't wanna miss Rosie's Birthday party tomorrow, like I had to miss the marathon and Fire and Ice today." I said, as soothing music with the waves of the ocean started to fill the room.
"Well Tommy, you only missed the marathon. We skipped Fire and Ice on account that Hazel was starting to get cranky, I was tired, on account that no offense Tommy, but you did keep me up half the night, and Rosie wanted to get home and see how you were doing." Said Peter.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there, and sorry for keeping you up, but glad I didn't miss Fire and Ice. Say, what are we listening to anyway?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it Tommy. You were sick, you couldn't help it. I was glad to take care of you. And to answer your other question, we're listening to some CD Rosie's mommy put in here called Fisher Price, lullabies for babies. She told me earlier that Rosie use to go to sleep to this when she was smaller. She thought you and I might like it, on account you weren't feeling well and all. So, why don't we just lay back on our pillows, imagine we're at the beach, and try to get some sleep ok? Hopefully, you'll be better in the morning. Oh, and before I forget, I tried to call your mommy and daddy earlier, but apparently, they have no cell service at your uncle Ben and aunt Elane's. I texted her after not hearing back from her for a few hours, and she wrote back, letting me know that they had no service, to communicate via text. She also said in her message, that she loves you very much, and hopes you feel better soon." Said Peter, as he yawned, closed his eyes, rolled over, and went to sleep.
"I hope I'm better soon too. Being sick is no fun, and this has been by far, the worstest day of my entire life. Let's go to sleep so we can kiss this day goodbye. Well, night night Peter." I said, as I too closed my eyes, imagining I was at the beach, listening to the waves of the ocean, feeling the hot sand against my back.
Soon, I fell asleep, in hopes I'd be all better the nextest day, cuz I didn't wanna have to miss Rosie's birthday party too.
End of Tommy POV
Zack POV
"Sounds like that was the worstest day of your trip." I said.
"Now you see why I made you promise to not tell no one about my trip to see Rosie?" Tommy asked.
"I don't blame you Tommy. I'd wanna keep such happenings on a trip like that a secret too if it were me." I said.
"Good, glad to know you understand." Said Tommy.
"Angelica may call us dumb babies Tommy, but you and I both know we're not dumb. We're really really smart. It's Angelica who's the dumb one. I'm surprised at times she's lasted as long in preschool as she has. Gosh, I surely hope her mommy and daddy don't bring her to music class today. I've been there on days when her preschool class goes, and have you heard her sing? Like some guy named Uncle Jessie on television said to his wife Becky, Angelica's singing sounds like a fork in a garbage disposer, whatever that is." I said.
"I doubt if she'll be there Zack, and even if she is, we've just gots to sing louderer than her so our nice voices are heard." Said Tommy.
"You said it Tommy, good idea." I said, as Tommy and Dil's mommy's car rounded around a corner into the parking lot of the community center where we went to music class.
"So Tommy, did you make it to Rosie's birthday party? And if you did, how did it go?" I asked.
"Later Zack, I think we're here." Said Tommy, as I looked out the window to see Tommy and Dil's mommy pulling into a parking space.
"We're here kids, we're here at music class." Said Tommy and Dil's mommy.
"Yay!" Me, Tommy and Dil all said excitedly, as their mommy stopped the car and got everything ready to take us inside for music class.
End of Zack POV
So, how will music class go? And in terms of Tommy's story, what happened next on his venture to visit Rosie? We'll have the answers to these questions and more, in future chapters to come.