Chapter 71

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"Wake up Alex!"

"What?" I groaned, opening my eyes to see a hovering Julian. I sighed.

"Wake up lazy ass! Someone has to pick up Rob! And I'm not going on my own."

"Why am I on the floor?" I muttered, picking myself up.

"You fell asleep in the chaise, and then you were being a pain in the ass to me because I was sleeping on the recliner, and you fell." Julian shrugged and I laughed.

"Yeah, I fell," I said, putting air quotes around the word. He grinned. I went into mine and Rob's bedroom quickly, getting in and out of the shower. I put on my black Red Sox SnapBack and a Patriots jersey with Julian's number. I got into a pair of jeans and threw on my American Flag Converse, too. I went out and Julian was waiting for me. He grinned lopsidedly.

"I like your choice in jersey," he mused.

"Well," I shrugged, "I have your jersey, an Amendola jersey, a Collie jersey, a Brady jersey, and a Gronkowski jersey. I figured that I'd wear yours."

Julian grinned.

We left the apartment and went to Julian's car. We hopped in and rode to the hospital. About mid-drive, he asked,

"So what do you think of Eminem and Rihanna's new song?"

I nearly squealed.

"It's amazing! I'M FRIENDS WITH THE MONSTER THAT'S UNDER MY BED GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD. YOU'RE TRYING TO SAVE ME, STOP HOLDING YOUR BREATH
YOU THINK I'M CRAZY, YEAH YOU THINK IM CRAZY!
I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek. Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosy." I belted out the opening lines, and Julian cracked a smile.

"What's your favorite Eminem song?" he asked. I pondered it for a moment.

"There are so many. When I'm Gone, Slim Shady, Mockingbird, Like Toy Soldiers. Then there's I'm Not Afraid, Without Me, Lose It...I could go on and on. And his collaborations? He's an amazing artist, but when it comes down to it...that's a tough one. It's between I'm Not Afraid, Lose Yourself, and Like Toy Soldiers...I think. What about you?" I asked, knowing Julian was a fan.

"Without a doubt, Lose Yourself," he said, nodding vigorously.

"That is a pretty good song," I agreed. "Favorite 80s song?"

"Ooh...Don't Stop Believin' by Journey," Julian decided with a nod. "You?"

"Thriller by Michael Jackson or Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell and Michael Jackson. Hmmm. Alright, favorite rapper of the 80s. Like Will Smith, LL Cool J, etc.?"

"Uh, duh! LL Cool J!" Julian exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"Really? Will Smith for me. Favorite actor?"

"Um...Bruce Willis. You?" Julian asked uncertainly.

"Sly Stallone, of course!" I exclaimed.
"Nice. Favorite movie?"

"Rocky I-IV. The fifth one sucks. Either that or Zero Dark Thirty. Or White House Down with Channing Tatum. Or Monster's Inc., Nemo, Toy Story, or Lion King."

"I don't know what my favorite movie is," Julian admitted, shrugging. I laughed. He stared at me intently.

"What's that on your neck?" he asked. I looked at the floorboard of the car.
"Nothing," I said, my face flushing.

"Than why are you blushing?"

"It's a tattoo," I sighed, not feeling like hiding it or lying.

"You have a tattoo?!" Julian exclaimed. "Since when?"

"I don't have a tattoo. I have several," I sighed. "That one is MCMXCII, or 1992 in Roman numerals. My sister's birth-year. I have a couple more I'll show you later."

We got to the hospital a little while later.

We went inside, and Rob was waiting for us with crutches and his knee in a brace. We signed him out and brought him to the car. I sat in the front with Julian, and Rob sat in the back.

"Did you know Alex has a tattoo?" Julian blurted, about ten minutes from home.

"Uh, why am I the last to find out about this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No one knew!" I exclaimed exasperatedly. "We'll discuss it later."

That closed the discussion on the matter. We got home and brought Ron upstairs. Julian offered to stay, but we politely declined.

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