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With a moan and a whimper I tried to struggle against a raging headache as someone opened one of my eyes and I winced at the glaring light that was shining in my eye. “Her pupils are dilating, so she doesn’t have a concussion. Hey sis’, you with us in there?” I felt someone tap my right cheek rather hard. “If you do that again you’ll loose your hand.” I growled out and my scrunched my eyes tightly shut. Lifting a hand to touch my head I groaned as I felt a large bump on the side of my head. Struggling to sit up I blindly fought off the hands that tried to help me. “Could someone help me to my room?” I asked in a small voice.
With my eyes shut securely against any light that might make my growing migraine stronger I spoke to the owner of the hands that held me up and I got a head rush. “Just get me to the top of the stairs; my room is the only door up there.” I had to say this, because other then Bobbi no one knew what room was mine. I wasn’t really into taking people up there. As we ascended the stairs I tried to ignore the bolts of electricity going through my body to whomever it was helping me. When we reached my room I cracked open my eyes and shuffled to my bed, stripping off my hoodie I dropped it on the floor before I sunk into my mattress. Laying a crossed it with my head at the foot I looked up at who had brought me, and fought back a blush. Wow, my luck sucked.
His jet black hair just barley brushed past his chin, his bangs hanging into his hazel eyes that seemed to look right into your soul, or right through you, and his skin so pale he could pass for a ghost. He wasn’t tall for a guy, when we stood near each other our eyes were level with one another, so we must have been the same height. To tell the truth he frightened me at first, but in a way that sent tickling chills up my spine and forced me not to giggle or blush. From a distance you could tell he was a bit dorky, but it never really mattered to me. I can still summon up the image of the first time I saw him smile, it broke my heart.
I pointed a finger at him. “Gerard right?” At his nod I dropped my hand and pressed my face into my top blanket, grabbing one side of it and pulling the extra length a crossed myself, listening to him laugh. Safely hidden under my blankets I listened to him walk over to me. When I felt the blanket over my head lift I looked up at him. He lowered the blanket down over my shoulders and crouched down in front of me, a smile gracing his beautiful lips. “Would you like me to send up one of those other girls?” Nodding mutely I pulled my lower lip into my mouth and started chewing on the lip right at the corner of my mouth. He gave a little laugh and pulled the blanket back down over my head. Laying my head down I contemplated knocking it against one of the pollsters of my bed, but decided that that might make my headache worse. Sitting up I laid the blanket back the way it was and waited, watching my open doorway.
Seeing Bobbi come up the stairs I fell back against the large pile of pillows that took up most of my bed. Speaking with my eyes closed once again I ran a hand down my face. “So did mom call you home to watch me? Did she not trust that I could keep everything under control?” she huffed as she dropped down next to me and lay down. “You always think everything is about you.” I felt her shake her head.
“I got bored at school and-”
“Ha!” I cut her off. “You’re pre-med, how can you get bored at school?”
Bobbi rolled over onto her side and placed her hand over my mouth. “And thought I would come home and visit mom and you, but it seems moms not home. Now if you don’t want me here I can always go back…”
Licking her palm I sat up as she yelped and rolled way from me. “Just shut up and go unpack.” turning around in a little circle I collapsed against the large mass of pillows and closed my eyes again. “Wake me for dinner.” I called out as Bobbi left my room. This time voluntarily falling into the black nothingness of sleep.
With my eyes shut securely against any light that might make my growing migraine stronger I spoke to the owner of the hands that held me up and I got a head rush. “Just get me to the top of the stairs; my room is the only door up there.” I had to say this, because other then Bobbi no one knew what room was mine. I wasn’t really into taking people up there. As we ascended the stairs I tried to ignore the bolts of electricity going through my body to whomever it was helping me. When we reached my room I cracked open my eyes and shuffled to my bed, stripping off my hoodie I dropped it on the floor before I sunk into my mattress. Laying a crossed it with my head at the foot I looked up at who had brought me, and fought back a blush. Wow, my luck sucked.
His jet black hair just barley brushed past his chin, his bangs hanging into his hazel eyes that seemed to look right into your soul, or right through you, and his skin so pale he could pass for a ghost. He wasn’t tall for a guy, when we stood near each other our eyes were level with one another, so we must have been the same height. To tell the truth he frightened me at first, but in a way that sent tickling chills up my spine and forced me not to giggle or blush. From a distance you could tell he was a bit dorky, but it never really mattered to me. I can still summon up the image of the first time I saw him smile, it broke my heart.
I pointed a finger at him. “Gerard right?” At his nod I dropped my hand and pressed my face into my top blanket, grabbing one side of it and pulling the extra length a crossed myself, listening to him laugh. Safely hidden under my blankets I listened to him walk over to me. When I felt the blanket over my head lift I looked up at him. He lowered the blanket down over my shoulders and crouched down in front of me, a smile gracing his beautiful lips. “Would you like me to send up one of those other girls?” Nodding mutely I pulled my lower lip into my mouth and started chewing on the lip right at the corner of my mouth. He gave a little laugh and pulled the blanket back down over my head. Laying my head down I contemplated knocking it against one of the pollsters of my bed, but decided that that might make my headache worse. Sitting up I laid the blanket back the way it was and waited, watching my open doorway.
Seeing Bobbi come up the stairs I fell back against the large pile of pillows that took up most of my bed. Speaking with my eyes closed once again I ran a hand down my face. “So did mom call you home to watch me? Did she not trust that I could keep everything under control?” she huffed as she dropped down next to me and lay down. “You always think everything is about you.” I felt her shake her head.
“I got bored at school and-”
“Ha!” I cut her off. “You’re pre-med, how can you get bored at school?”
Bobbi rolled over onto her side and placed her hand over my mouth. “And thought I would come home and visit mom and you, but it seems moms not home. Now if you don’t want me here I can always go back…”
Licking her palm I sat up as she yelped and rolled way from me. “Just shut up and go unpack.” turning around in a little circle I collapsed against the large mass of pillows and closed my eyes again. “Wake me for dinner.” I called out as Bobbi left my room. This time voluntarily falling into the black nothingness of sleep.
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