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Car Sick // Zach

Alright my first time writing this... let's go!

Zach's POV:

I woke up to the sun shining brightly into my eyes. I slammed the snooze button on my alarm as I realized what day it was. My eyes felt heavier then my own body weight. Before I even knew it my alarm had shouted it's screech at me. I shut it off and threw my legs off the bed.

I rubbed my eyes until I travelled into another dimension. Jonah slammed my door open and shouted,

"ZACH WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!? WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN 5 MINUTES!!!!"

My eyes widened as I shot out of bed. I ran to my closet searching for anything I could wear for the day. I grabbed a hoodie and some skinny jeans and tossed them on as quickly as possible.

I almost fell down the stairs because of how fast I was running. I slid on the hardwood and grabbed a breakfast plate that Jonah had prepared for us. I didn't even sit at the table while scarfing down my eggs and bacon. I slid on My adidas and made a dash to the bus.

We were on schedule and I could never be more thankful. Corbyn was sitting next to me on the isle seat. I was so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open. I drifted to off to sleep on Corbyn's shoulder.

I woke up to a very strange feeling. My stomach churned and my head throbbed. I clenched my stomach and groaned in pain. Corbyn looked at me in concern.

"Zach you okay bud?" He asked. I shrugged. "You feeling carsick?" He asked again. I shrugged a second time. "Here, maybe drink some water and try not to think about it too much." Corbyn pleaded as he handed me his water bottle.

General POV

Zach drank a sip of water and rested his head on Corbyn's shoulder. The buss tossed and turned and jerked around making Zach feel even worse. The cramps and nausea in his stomach was becoming unbearable! He clenched his stomach and leg out a whine. Corbyn looked at him and put his arm around Zach. Zach nuzzled into Corbyn and whined once more.

Zach repositioned himself by grabbing his knees so he was in a tiny ball. His stomach churning like butter, and his head pounding like a drum. Jack turned around and saw Zach in so much distress.

"Zach what's going on bro?" He asked pretty calmly. Zach mumbled something but jack couldn't understand what he said. "What?" Jack asked.

"He's really carsick.." Corbyn said before Zach could mumble another word. "He's not talking to me much.. but I think he has a stomachache. He'll be fine."

Zach sighed. It wasn't a stomachache. It was intense nauseating pain that he didn't know how to deal with. "How much longer...?" He asked Corbyn.

Corbyn checked the time on his phone and sighed. "2 more hours bud. Hang in there."

Zach took a deep breath and tried everything to keep his stomach contents from shooting out of his mouth. "Corbyn. I don't feel good!" He cried.

"I know bub I know. But you gotta hang in there. You're gonna be fine." Corbyn reassured while rubbing Zach's shoulder.

"Corbyn I might throw up.." Zach said holding is stomach again.

"You're not gonna throw up. I promise you'll be fine."

Zach really wanted to believe Corbyn, but based on how sick he felt, he couldn't. He laid his head on Corbyn's chest and tried to drift to sleep.

Zach had barely just dozed off when he was awoken by a jerk of the bus around a corner. The sudden movement made him sit up quickly.

The pace of his own heartbeat was all he could hear. His vision became blurry as he felt his stomach sloshing around. He smacked Corbyn on the arm and almost yelled, "Corbyn I'm gonna throw up!" Corbyn freaked out.

"Here? Right now?" Zach nodded. He covered his mouth with his hand in an effort to hold it down. But it didn't work. Warm liquid spewed from his mouth onto Corbyn's pants. Corbyn was a little shocked but after seeing the tears in Zach's eyes he moved to comfort him. "Someone get a bowl or something!" Corbyn shouted. Zach coughed and retched. Daniel passed Corbyn a small trash can and Corbyn tossed it into Zach's lap. Zach spit into the trash and drool dropped off his lips.

"Do we need to pull over?" Corbyn asked. Zach shook his head, still clinging onto the trash can for dear life. "Jack can you take this? I gotta change real quick.." Corbyn shouted. The curly haired boy swapped places with Corbyn. And Corbyn walked away trying not to spill any of Zach's sick on the floor.

Jack patted Zach's back making him puke more. "Jack stop it!" Zach cried as more vomit hit the plastic.

"You'll feel better once it's all out. I promise. Just let it out." He repeated over and over. Zach continued to  drain his stomach for 5 minutes until Corbyn came back in different clothes. Corbyn got Zach to take a sip of some water. After that Zach seemed to be doing okay.

They reached the hotel room and Zach still felt sick. He didn't throw up again, but he came close. The boys were just dreading the bus ride back.

Sorry if the ending was bad. I kinda wanted to post it. I'm not super proud of this, but it is what it is. Send me requests please!!!!!