Heeyyyyy.

Still mending. I'm not puking anymore, which is really good, but I like feel walking crap and every part of me aches and I'm chilled all the time, but I didn't go to go to school today, since I probably shouldn't miss anymore school because I'm already really behind in math and social. XD But I'm getting better in math then I was before since my teacher figured out a different way to teach me, so it's all good now. On that note, I actually think my teacher's are out to get me. DX

I'm so sorry that's it's taken me a long time to get this out. I'm being swamped with homework, I've been sick and not going to school and my cousins are coming from Germany in a few days so my mum is on a freakin' crazy "must-clean-the-house-spotless" fenzy and she's isolating me so that I get better and I swear I've drunk more lemon herbal tea and have walked around with more pairs of socks on then I ever have in my entire life. So, ya, sorry if it's bad and sorry that it took so long!

-in the tune to That's The Way, Uh huh, Uh huh, I Like It- 42? That's the way, uh huh, uh huh, I thank you, uh huh uh huh. Yes, I know, I'm crazy, but I like it, uh huh, uh huh. I love you guys, so freaking much, uh huh, uh huh. I love you too much, oh yaaa, uh huh, uh huh.

. . . . Ya. That was just really weird. XD Ignore that. XD I'm in a musical mood today, but anyways, I just want to say THANK YOU so MUCH again! I love you guys so much it's almost unhealthy. I really mean it, I love you guys so much it hurts. You guys are the best people ever, I really mean it, you guys keep me going even when I'm not in the mood to update and when I'm not feeling well and you guys just rock my neon socks off. I MEAN IT.

Thanks again, you guys, I really mean it. I hope you guys like this chapter!

Well, onward, because I'm probably boring you all now.

Playlist For Chapter:

How To Save A Life - The Fray
Yellow - Coldplay
Everytime We Touch (Slow) - Cascada

Frozen, I stared wildly, trying to figure out what to say, what to do, what to even think or feel. My arms prickled with numbness and my stomach churned violently once more. The dark livingroom was suddenly darker, the shadows growing, and it felt like I couldn't see what I had been able to see a few seconds ago. My hands clamped together, sweaty and weak and shaking, and my legs tingled with sleep.

"Hello?" Grandma answered as I heard the creak of the old front door and the shuffle of feet.

"Um, hi. Is Meredith around? Sorry that I'm a bit later then I thought I would be. I'm a friend of her's and of Maya's, and Maya directed me here." Jacob's voice sent two waves of emotions through my weak body. One of them was fear and confusion mixed together with a painful swallow of my throat, and the second one was a wave of warmth that covered me head to toe, and made me want to fall into his arms, even though they weren't around me. It made my chest tug forward, like my heart was trying to rip it's way out, trying to find it's second part or something.

Oh, I felt so weak, but I knew I had to do something. I didn't care if it took me three years to explain, I would explain to Jacob. Hell, I wanted to explain everything to him, but my emotions balled together, making it hard to breath as his voice echoed warmly through my house. It was booming, but yet, had the quality of a kitten's mew. It was seriously wonderful, or maybe my head and mind was playing tricks on me. At this point, anything was possible, and everything hurt. I couldn't feel how much my stomach was lurching and churning and spinning and aching, and I moaned pitifully, just a tiny moan, not loud enough for Jacob to hear. At least, I hope.

"Well, she's around, but not feeling that well. She won't be able to-" My grandma started politely.

I launched myself upwards, my feet shaky on the hardwood floor, and my stomach churning once more, and I swallowed down the acid, burning my throat on the way down. The white walls were spinning still, and my knees were shaking, and my weak body suddenly gave out, and I was drifted and falling and blackness took over.

Voices. I could hear voices.

It wasn't an irrational thought, though, for it was just my grandma's voice and Jacob's voice. They were both frazzled, and one was extremely worried, both of them choursing together, asking constant questions. I felt warmness around the tops of my arms and then the softness of a couch or of a chair or of something. I was being sat upright, and my body barely had control over it's self. My stomach felt empty, and it still ached and threatening to explode.

"Meredith? Honey, Merry, are you okay? Meredith?" That was my grandma, I could tell. She and Maya were the only one's who called me Merry.

Jacob's voice was a bit faster and harder to understand. I could feel a hand on my forehead, and a hand on my wrist, pressing against it softly. "Mer? Mer? Are you okay? C'mon, talk to me, Mer! Meredith, please, c'mon, wake up, please!" He sounded truly . . . broken. He sounded broken and agonized and scared and worried. Like I was going to disappear or disapate right in front of his eyes and never return back to him.

I mumbled something, my mouth moving automatically. My eyes crinkled together, and then I slowly opened them, the world spinning. Time had past, I knew it had, but for some reason, I felt like I was still just . . . motionless, and that time was motionless as well. My legs tingled painfully, and my hands were shaking and a bead of sweat ran down my neck. I began shaking again, feeling like I was going to shake apart limb from limb from limb.

Jacob was the one with a hot hand against my forehead, and with a hand on my wrist. My grandma was beside him, her old, laugh-lined face impressed with worry and fear.

"Are you okay, Merry?" she asked me, putting a shaky hand on my thigh.

I nodded slowly, not sure if my mouth would betray me or not. Jacob's wonderous face was worried as well, but he seemed . . . loving, like sparks were flying from his eyes and down to my heart, making it pound delicately and making my stomach knot even more then it already was. I felt like I was going to puke my guts up horribly quick.

"Are you sure?" Jacob asked me, his hand leaving my forehead, but the one on my wrist stayed.

"Y-yes," I croaked out. "You should go; I'll give you the flu bug."

Jacob shook his head. "I don't get sick anymore. I can stay here forever if you need me to." And for some reason, I had a strange feeling that he was telling the truth. The complete and utter truth.

My grandma raised an eyebrow at his statement, and then narrowed her eyes playfully at me. "And who is this?"

"Jacob, meet my grandma, Lillian. Grandma, meet Jacob." My voice was shaky and embarassed.

Jacob smiled and nodded, and my grandma did the same thing, my grandma's eyes locked on Jacob, who was still staring at me, like he was star struck with my presence.

I smiled at him weakly before my stomach lurched once more, sickly aches radiating from it, and I was making a mad grab for the bucket beside me before I vomited, my stomach contracting hard. Jacob grabbed my long, blond curls and held them up from harms way, just like a boyfriend would for his sick girlfriend.

Oh how romantic.

Well, there we have it!

Yes, I know, I left it at a strange place, but I did that for a good reason. It's so that the next chapters can go smoothly and as planned. Sorry about the awkwardness though. :D

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