"Hey, Brendon! I'm heading out to Mya's, I'll see you either later or tomorrow," my best friend Wyatt shouted to me.
I heard the front door close and sighed to myself. I looked out my bedroom window as Wyatt backed out of the drive way. I watched as he drove off turning the corner. I wish I was the one he was coming home too and not the one he was leaving. The one he was engaged too and going to be married to in a few months. But a fantasy can never become a reality.
I felt a slight pain in my chest and coughed a little. I hate being sick, but colds always pass. My German Shepard Ellie jumped up on my bed and nuzzled me while whining.
"Need to go out girl?" I asked and she laid on me whining a bit more.
"What's wrong Ellie?" I asked and scratched behind her ears. She looked up at me sadly.
"I think you want to play, not now girl I'm sick," I whispered and laid down.
I rubbed her belly and she laid on her back sticking her tongue out to the side causing me to let out a laugh. I looked down at her and smiled. Her fur was soft under my touch and turning lighter as days go by, but she will always be such a pretty dog. I turned on the TV, instantly going to The Adventures of Germ-Man. Netflix says ages 4-6, but I'm four if you take away the two, so I can still watch it.
Next thing I know, Wyatt is shaking me asking about how I'm feeling. I looked up at him, his golden hair messy and his glasses sliding down.
"I'm fine Wy, feeling a bit better, we can go get breakfast in an hour or so," I proposed and he looked at me.
"Brendon, it's after seven at night, did you sleep all day?" He asked and pulled me up out of bed.
"No, I fell asleep after you left," I explained and looked down at him.
Wyatt is a bit shorter than me by a few inches standing at 5'11.
"I left yesterday Brendon," He said with an eye roll.
"I was sick midget, I had every right to sleep all day," I commented and walked out to the kitchen as Ellie came into the kitchen from the living room.
"I'm only like two inches shorter and you only had a slight cold you over dramatic baby," Wyatt argued and grabbed a pan.
I sighed and grabbed chicken and apple juice. I wonder if Mya ever cooks with him or can argue with him without meaning anything. I bet she can't. The pain came back to my chest and I coughed again but a bit harder this time.
"Don't die over there Brendon, what would Ellie do without you?" Wyatt joked and I smiled.
I set the chicken on the counter and drank from the apple juice carton which resulted in a hiss from Wyatt and a slap to my arm.
"You are diseased Brendon! I don't want your sickness, and I have work tomorrow!" He threw his hands up in the air as he ranted and I couldn't help but chuckle at him.
He glared at me and then laughed as well. His glasses has slid down his nose again and he had strands of hair falling over his eyes.
"Ever going to get a haircut Wy?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.
"I just got one and you're the one with the mop," He remarked and I pouted.
His hair wasn't that long, just long enough on the top of his head to fall down to the top of his cheek. In my case, my hair was just a curly mess.
