I woke up a sheet of white, no- more like a room of white. Pft, who knows where the heck I am!
I could hear everything, my surroundings, a soft whimpering cry…
Wait… cry? The heck happened to me?! Oh yeah, I got knocked out by a wave and drowned. Dang.
The cry sounded, frustrated, mad.
“IT’S ALL MY DAMN FAULT!” said a boy, who seemed to be… Australian? Wait. I know that voice anywhere! Even if I am half-dead!
I tried to open my sore, tired, water-logged eyes… no luck. At all.
OPEN! OPEN, DANG YOU! STUPID, STUPID, STUPID! I said to myself.
I used all my might to attempt to open my eyes.
I tried to roll over- I couldn’t freaking do that either. I can’t do ANY FREAKING THING but THINK! DANGIT!
I scream in my head in frustration.
Keep on, I’m going to give myself a freaking headache. Then I heard a lady’s voice, a middle aged one. My mom? No. My Grandma? Definitely no. Mrs.…. Simpson? Yeah, I think it’s her.
“Cody, sweetheart. We have to go home. You have a concert in two hours, remember? It’s Monday."
Dang, I’ve been “asleep” for two days?! Well, dang.
I’ve wasted two days of my life. My life is depressing.
I try to open my eyes again, no. freaking. luck.
“Well, I’m afraid to say this, Mrs. Simpson,” a male, husky voice starts,
“But, one more day and we may have to pull the plug.”
OH HELL NO, BRO!
“W-what?!” Cody sounds on the verge of tears again. “THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!” he screams again. That does it, I don’t care HOW MUCH this will hurt, I’m opening my freaking eyes! I can’t STAND to see, well… hear…, Cody cry!
Open, OPEN, FREAKING OPEN!
Finally, my eyes are split open, but I see a bright light
“Its,” I cough up a little blood, but continue. “not your,” I manage to speak weakly, “fault.” I finish my well worked on sentence.
“MEL!” Cody scream-hugs me.
I weakly smile and return the hug. The doctor comes over to wipe my mouth free from the blood, and does more tests. This is why I hate doctors offices. Just being in Cody’s strong, muscular, warm arms cheer me up immediately, though.
“I- I thought you were… dead.” he says, his face is just as pale as if he saw a ghost.
“Did you see a ghost there, little buddy?” I stroke his hair and hold him closer to me, which he gladly accepts.
“I-I thought I might have to love one..” he states, silently.
“Aw.” I stroke his blonde hair and hug him to me. He digs his face into the crevice of my neck, trying to avoid the stringy wires attached to my neck, chest, & one on the side of my forehead.
“Please, don’t ever scare me like that again, Angel.” he mumbles into my neck. The movement of his lips against my weak spot sends chills up my already-cold spine.
“I’ll try not to, Coco.”
I feel him smile against my neck.
I think we’ll be a lot closer to each other now…
Just like,
Peanut Butter & Jelly, Milk & Cookies, and especially Cody & his Simpsonizers (including myself.)
Yeah,
I think I love him…
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