How Do You Sleep? (A John Lennon Fanfic)

#9 Dream

I fluttered my eyes open, staring directly at the clock.

7 A.M 

Shit, I've got to go to school today. 

I groaned, getting out of bed.

Ugh.. I felt ill, I held onto my stomach.

You can't be ill, why the hell are you ill? 

I slowly walked out of the room. Mum was sitting on the couch reading a book.

She put down her book and looked at me, "What are you doing up this early?" She asked.

I shrugged, "I told Scott him and I were going to school today.." I admitted.

Mum raised an eyebrow, "Really? That's a shocker" Mum smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you alright, love?" She asked.

I shrugged.

Suddenly, as if on cue, the urge tingled terribly.

I ran fast into the bathroom and threw up.

I heard footsteps coming from behind me.

Mum gasped, "Darling, you can't go to school today. You're sick." Mum said.

I sighed, holding onto my head. Damn it. 

"Can ya go tell Scott for me?" I kindly asked.

Mum nodded, "Of course, dear. I'll be back." Mum said, leaving the bathroom.

I stayed on my knees, suddenly another urge struck me as I threw up again.

I don't know how long I stayed in the bathroom, but the door suddenly opened.

I flushed the toilet, and wiped my mouth.

I slowly turned around, Mum and Scott stood by the door.

I forced a small smile, " 'Ello, Scott." I waved weakly.

"She can't go to school today, she's ill." Mum said.

Really? You brought the lad all the way over here just to say that? What, did he need proof? 

I groaned.

"Can I stay and take care of 'er?" Scott asked mum.

Mum hesitated.

"She took care of me, it's the least I can do." Scott said.

Mum sighed, "Alright. Help her get back to bed" Mum said, leaving the bathroom.

Scott walked towards me, he gently grabbed my arms and helped me on my feet.

He held onto my back and hand, helping me walk back to bed.

"Scott, I only threw up. I can walk" I faintly chuckled.

Scott shook his head, "I'm going to treat ya like an ill princess!" Scott said.

I smirked, "Alright, alright." I said.

Scott walked me to my room and set me on my bed.

I snuggled into the covers.

"I wonder 'ow ya got sick so quick.." Scott said.

I shrugged, "I didn't drink last night." I said.

"Hm.." Scott looked up at the ceiling.

" 'Ey, 'ow come ya have horses up on yer ceiling?" Scott asked.

I smirked, "Mum painted those when we moved in 'ere. I don't know why, I fuckin' 'ate horses.." I mumbled.

Scott laughed, "That's probably why yer so tough. Ya look up there every night and remember yer hatred for horses"

I chuckled, "Maybe.."

"Ya know Scott, people can just get randomly sick as well. It just 'appened to be on a day we were going to school. Ya could call that a curse, or ya could call that luck." I winked at him.

Scott smirked, "I'll call it luck for today. Ya never get sick, that's why this is so weird.." He said.

I shrugged, feeling the tiredness rush over me.

"Oi!" Scott flicked my forehead.

"Ow!" I said, rubbing my head.

"Don't go to sleep, scooch over!" Scott said.

I chuckled, moving my body back.

"If yer falling asleep on my watch, I'll sleep next to ya." Scott said, getting under the covers.

"Just tell me if ya 'ave to throw up though.." He said.

I giggled, "I will." I said, wrapping my arms around Scott as I nuzzled onto him.

"Yer so comfortable." I mumbled.

Scott gasped, "Are ya calling me fat?!" Scott said, pretending to me offended.

"If fat is cute and cuddly then yes, yer fat.." I giggled.

"Maybe yer fat too then, though yer very skinny.." Scott said.

I chuckled, "Maybe we're both fat then.." I mumbled.

Scott laughed, planting a light kiss on the top of my bed.

"Goodnight, love." He said.

I nuzzled onto his chest, "Night.." I mumbled, falling into a deep sleep.