"Hey dad," Keaton replied.
"Mom said you weren't feeling well." Keaton shook his head. "Tell me what going on," Louis prompted sitting down on his bed.
"My head really hurts and so does my throat. My stomach is upset too. It's getting worse," he admitted. Louis frowned. These were all things that Keaton could theoretically fake and no one would know the difference.
"Your sister seems to think you want to get out of your bio test today. Is that true?" Keaton looked up at him in disbelief. Keaton had big blue eyes just like his dad but right now they were angry.
"No, dad why would I lie about being sick?" He asked defensively.
"She said she heard you talking on the phone last night about getting out of the test." Keaton groaned. "Why would she tell me that?" Louis asked.
"Because she's a selfish little brat," Keaton growled angrily.
"Watch it Keaton," Louis warned.
"Dad you don't honestly believe I'm faking do you?" Louis wasn't sure what to believe.
"When is your bio class?" Louis asked.
"Second period."
"I think you should get up and have some food see if that helps your stomach then go take your test. If you're still feeling bad after you can call." Keaton was in complete shock. He know if you were here you wouldn't let this happen.
"Dad!" He protested.
"No arguments. You're taking that test," Louis told him sternly. "Get up and get ready." Louis got up and left the room. Keaton's stomach churned and he groaned. He really wasn't faking. He knew this was not going to end well for him.
Louis drove the kids to school. Keaton sat in silence in the back of the car. Some because he was so angry but mostly because his stomach was flipping and bubbling from the ride and the food he had eaten.
"Get over it Keaton you should've known you couldn't fool dad," Ellie taunted.
"Ellie stop," Louis told her. He didn't respond. He was starting out the window trying not to focus on his very upset stomach. Louis dropped Ellie off at the middle school first before driving to high school. He parked in front and Keaton slowly started to get out babying his sick tummy.
"Good luck on the test. Call if you need anything," Louis told him feeling a little unsure if his decision was the right one. Keaton just nodded before he walked inside. He looked around for his friends before sitting down at their table.
"Whoa, you look like hell mate," Niall's son Oliver told him. He nodded.
"I'm sick. Mom was going to let me stay home but then my fucking sister convinced my dad I was faking so when mom left he made me come in to take my stupid test," Keaton explained. Oliver patted his back.
"Wait so your sister convinced your dad to make you come in?" Liam's daughter Emma asked. Keaton just nodded.
"She really does have Louis wrapped around her finger," Oliver scoffed.
"I feel so sick," Keaton whimpered putting his head on the table. Oliver continued to rub his back.
"Is it your stomach?" Oliver asked.
"My stomach, my head, my throat. Everything hurts. I feel like I might throw up." Emma shook her head.
"You feel warm too mate," Oliver told him. "I can feel your fever through your shirt."
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