Sorry it took a little longer but here is the next chapter!
The next morning I awoke to the sound of my trusty old Scooby-Doo alarm clock, surprisingly still in working order even after all these years. I looked over at the time to see that it was 6:30 a.m. Way too early.
Wait, why did I set my alarm for this time anyway? I don't usually get up until seven.
I sat up, dazed, attempting to clear my head. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palms and slowly stretched out my constrained arms and legs.
Then, all of a sudden, everything came rushing back. Scenes from the past night came flooding into my brain, and I laid back against my headboard in a daze.
Spiderman. Joe's arm. My burning flesh.
It couldn't be true. Surely none of it had actually happened.
Joe. My best friend. My very best friend in the entire world, was…changing me. And he had absolutely no idea. He had done nothing at all, but was somehow the cause of all this new found stress, confusion, and sheer panic building up inside me.
Why am I being like this? I mean, this is so stupid, it's not like I could actually have fee-
I couldn't even bring myself to finish that thought.
After a few more minutes of seemingly endless thoughts running through my mind, I finally realized I had woken up early so I could call Joe to tell him I was still feeling sick and would not be able to make it to school. I would talk to the teacher and schedule to retake the test another day.
It was a total excuse, but I absolutely would not, could not, face Joe today.
I reached over and grabbed my phone from the side table. I slowly dialed Joe's number, contemplating what to say.
Don't forget to sound sick. Even cough a little or something. Joe doesn't have to be the only actor around.
I tapped my fingers anxiously as I waited for him to pick up. Why was I so nervous?
After three rings, Joe's voice suddenly broke through the other end of the line. "Hello?" He sounded tired.
"Hey, Joe" I managed in the sickest voice I could muster.
I heard him sit up abruptly in his bed as he said, "Hey, Kit-Kat. How're you feeling? Any better at all?" The concern in his voice was evident.
"Sorry, but no, I don't think so. I really don't think I should go to school today." I coughed a couple of times for effect.
"Aww, really? I'm so sorry. Well don't worry about it, just keep resting. Please feel better soon, though, I don't know how long I'll be able to survive without you! Love ya, Kit-Kat."
"Love you too, Joe. Thanks."
And with that, we both hung up and I fell back onto my pillow, replaying the conversation in my mind. Why did my stomach churn so sharply as I heard the simple sound of his voice? And how come my heart skipped a beat whenever he said he couldn't survive for very long without me?
Oh holy crap, Katy. Stop being such a girl!
I slowly raised myself up from the bed, buried my face in my hands and sighed, defeated.
There was no denying it.
"But you are a girl" I finally whispered aloud. "And you have feelings for Joe."
This is kind of a filler chapter, I personally think it kinda sucks. Sorry it's short, too, but the next chapter should be a little longer and should be posted in the next few days. See ya soon!