(Mona's Point Of View)
It has been one week since Dad has gotten into that coma. I have seen him once, and I gotta tell you, it was an emotional reck for me. Not doing it again, ever. Or at least until I am well enough and except the fact that my Dad may or may not wake up.
"Come on Mona! Give it back!" Summer whines running after me.
"Why?" I ask evilly.
"Please? It's really important to me!"
"A magazine that shows mine and your dad fucking?" I laugh.
"No! What the hell are you talking about?" She asks with the most confused expression.
"Yeah, this magazine is about that. From two years ago." Opens to the article page and shoves it in her face, making her stumble backwards.
She look at it very surprised, "No...this isn't the magazine that's important to me," she looks up at me, "since when did yo-"
"I don't know. I really don't know." I cut her off. "I thought the same thing."
"It's weird." She looks back at the magazine. "I have to admit, it's pretty hot, I mean what?"
I laugh, "I do to," I put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry."
"Oh...oh okay." She says handing me the magazine I have kept this entire time. Why? I have no idea to be honest. "So, where did you put mine at?"
"I never took it..." I say giving her a confused look.
"I don't know." I say shrugging my shoulders. "So, what do you want to do?"
"Since I have to idea how to get around here, lets just have home make overs? There's nothing else better to do."
"Sounds like a plan! I'll get the stuff!" I exclaim excitedly running around the suite finding the make-up supplies and whatnot. After like ten minutes, I find them. "Found them! Finally!" I shout walking back in to our room.
"It took you long enough!" Summer teased.
"Oh shut it." I tease back, "Now, let's get to it!" I set the stuff on the bed while I sit down.
For the next two hours, Summer and I did each other's hair, makeup. Also, gave each other pedicures and manicures. It feels good to do the girly things with my favorite girl. We never really have time to nor in to it ever, but when we are, we go all out. Yes, I just practically quoted that Dos Equis commercial. I'm just that awesome, that's why! Kidding.
"Oh my Brendon!" Summer squeals jumping up an down, "I love it! I'm usually all girly...I think...I really don't know...I jst know I love it!"
"You're such a girl."
"I am one!" Summer faces me putting her hands on her hips, "What's your excuse? Hm?"
"Now you look and see how I did." Summer says pulling me off the bed and makes me stand in front of the mirror. She leans on me with an arm on my shoulder.
"Oh...my...gosh!" I squeal jumping up and down, making Summer fall with a loud thud.
"Ow..." She groans.
"Oops, i'm sorry." I say helping her up.
"It's okay." She giggles.
"Okay." I giggle with her. "Well..." I look at the time on my phone as I yawn, "It's 12:57 and Brendon and Sarah are still not back from the hospital. I thought visiting hourse ended at ten or something?"
"Maybe they stayed the night over there." Summer shrugs.
"Maybe, I don't know. I still worry over my Dad. What I do know is that I'm going to bed, this puppy is tired." I say as I get into my bed and lay down yawning.
"Good night!" Summer exclaims before getting into her bed.
"Had fun doing the girly things with my favorite girl slash sister." I say.
"I had fun too and isn't it weird that we are basically sisters even though we aren't related at all?" Summer asks turning the lamp off.
"Yeah it is, but not really. Also, through my eyes we are related, hard to explain. Especially when I'm tired." I yawn again, "Well, good night."
I lay my head down against the pillow and I instantly fall asleep.
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The End Is Where We BeginFanfiction
Third part of the "Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!" series. After Patrick has a critical seizure, it causes him to go into a coma. Will Patrick ever wake up from his deep sleep? Or will he eternally stay in this state?