You Could Be My Ever After~

Chapter numero cinq

I woke up to a voice shouting at me, interrupting my sleep, which was actually peaceful for once.

“what the fuck? That was the best sleep i’ve had in months! Fuck off!” i muttered.

“wake up, lazyass!”

In my muddled state, i couldn’t recognize who it belonged to, but there were only two people who would say that, and the voice was female, so it was definitely Nicole.

“Go away, Nicole.”

“oh, oh, of course. I come all this way, and this is what i get?”

“fuck off.”

She sighed, and i felt my bed dip by my feet.

“get off my bed.”

“make me.”

I sighed. I’d like to kick her, but my knees hurt like hell and i wasn’t about to do that just for personal satisfaction. I had to go to the bathroom anyways, so i leaned out of my bed and grabbed my crutches. Leaning on them, i limped to the bathroom. While i’m here, i might as well see what my kneecaps look like, i thought.

I lifted up the top of my hospital dress, gown, robe, whatever you call it, and gasped. My knees were a dark shade of purple, and in some places the skin was cut so you could see all the scabs. I made a face and put my robe back down. I went to the bathroom quickly and got out, sitting up in my bed.

“i brought your headphones, and clothes,” she offered.

“thanks!” i said. “i missed my headphones. A lot.”

She hands them to me, and i refrain from putting them on. She hands me the bag of clothes, and i look down to see five of my favourite shirts- the ones with Captain America, Green Lantern, the Batman symbol, Oscar the Grouch, and the one that says AWESOME. I also see a pair of my favourite jeans, which i won’t be able to wear until i get out. I also see a bra, five pairs of underwear, five pairs of socks, and three books. I look deeper in the bag and see a can of Coke Zero, two cans of root beer, and a can of diet Pepsi.

“How do you even know what my favourite clothes and drinks are?”

“because i’m your best friend, stupid. Do you even know what my favourite drinks and clothes are?”

“sure i do.” I shrug. “your favourite drinks are Coke and root beer, and your favourite shirt is the dark blue one with the purple hearts on it. your favourite pair of jeans is the dark blue skinnies with the ripped knees,” i recite.

“oh, so you do know.”

“yes, i do. Anyways, thanks for bringing the stuff for me. Do you want to go down to the cafeteria and get some disgusting shit to eat?”

“hell yeah! I haven’t eaten breakfast yet.”

“okay, let me go get changed.”

 I limp to the washroom and change into the AWESOME shirt and a pair of gray Aeropostale yoga pants she also brought. I get out and grab my phone and headphones, and plug one into my right ear, leaving the other one hanging. “give me a minute.”

I close my eyes and let the music wash over me, caulmghing me and taking out my tensions. After a minute, i’m good to go. “okay, on y va.”

“oui oui, Frenchie.”

“ferme ta bouche, Stupide.”

We march to the elevator and press G. I discover we’re on the sixth floor, and make sure to memorize the way. We walk down, past a Rexall pharmacy, and into the cafeteria.

“shit, i forgot my wallet. Do you have yours? I’ll pay you back.”

“yeah, i have mine. You don’t have to pay me, there’s a reason we’re best friends.” Her brown eyes are glittering with amusement.

“well, yeah, but i feel really bad taking money from-“

“relax,” she says. “it’s fine.”

I give up, because i know she won’t take the money unless i sneak it into her wallet. “fine.”

We head to Tim Horton’s, and i order a chicken salad wrap with a white hot chocolate and a strawberry vanilla donut, because, to quote Matt Webb, ‘those things are fucking delicious’.

As soon as i take a sip of my hot chocolate, i get the sudden urge to dance around in a headband with a harmonica, shouting, “HOT CHOCOLATE!!!!” but that’s already been done and i have a feeling i’d get a lot of weird looks. Besides, i can’t anyways, since i’m on crutches.

I finish up my salad wrap and take a bite of my donut.

“so,” i start. “how’s your boyfriend, Nikki?”

She hates when i call her that. “i’m sorry, i don’t know what you’re talking about. How about you come a bit closer to say that?”