Mom left about a while ago. I fell asleep as soon as she did. I woke up to this...
DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DING DING DING
I hit my face repeatedly with my pillow. I was way too sick to walk all the way down the stairs to the living room and then the door. But then it stopped. But then I heard something ruffling in the tree by my window. And guess who it was. A bird? You could say it was an annoying bird but I'm sure birds don't have hands.
Vincent taps on my window. I groan and get out of bed. I open the window to his grinning face.
"Payback," he said.
"Why are you here?" I asked while rubbing his eyes.
His face heated up which shocked me. "Why is everybody questioning me today?!" he yelled seeming flustered.
"I don't want you catching what I have," I said.
"I'll be fine," he said coming through the window.
I noticed he had bags. "What's in there?" I asked pointing at them.
"Candy," he said jumping onto my bed and pouring them out.
I shook my head at him. "How is that suppose to make me feel better?" I asked as a smile crept onto my face.
"It's sweet like me," he said smiling as he opened a bag of gummy bears and started eating them.
I was about to grab one of the bags but he pulled it away from me. "Mine," he said and I almost laughed. "Yours is in the other bag," he said pointing to the one on the ground.
I pick it up and take out what's in it. "There's only oranges," I said.
"Exactly," he said making me glare at him. "Your mom would kill me if I gave you candy," he said before popping another gummy bear in his mouth.
"So 'all' that candy is for you?" I say flopping onto my bed next to him.
"Of course," he said opening another bag but this time skittles since he finished the gummy bears.
"Remind me why you're here again?" I ask.
"I was checking on you since you were sick, GOSH," he said. "Am I not allowed to check on a sick small person?" he asked laughing.
I glared up at him from the orange I was peeling. "I might be small but I do bite," I say.
"Oh rreeaallly now?" he said grinning.
"Shut up and eat your candy," I say before putting a slice in my mouth and he laughs.
The whole rest of the day we hung out. It was four when it happened.
"Sammie are you okay?" he asked looking at me worried. His face started getting blurry. He put his hand on my forehead. "You're burning up," he said.
"I'm fine," I said pushing his hand away slowly.
"You are not," he said standing up.
"Where are you going?" I asked as things looked like they were spinning.
"I'll be back," he said running quickly.
"Wait don't-"I started to say but things started to get darker.
"Sammie!" I hear him yell and that's the last thing I hear.
Bump Bump Buhhhh! Cliffhanger! Guess what you think might happen. What's wrong with Sammie? Is he going to be okay? And how is Vincent going to react? Also Thanksgiving is almost here in the story of course. But the Christmas chapter will be on Christmas Eve or actually when it's Christmas. Well bye guys!
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