I stared out the window, watching for Drake's car. I was late for school and Drake didn't show up. I knew that something was wrong, because Drake actually likes school, aside from math. I texted him all day, but he didn't answer, so during lunch I decided to call him, but he didn't respond to that either. I started panicking and ended up crying in Mrs. Lozoni's, my guidance counselor, office during the second to last class of the day, because I didn't want to cry in class.
"How about I call your Mother and send you home?" She said, "It's almost time to go anyway and I don't feel right sending you back to class like this."
"I just want to know if Drake is alright." I said between sobs.
"Is he not in school today?" Mrs. Lozoni asked and I nodded, "I better call his father, too. I'll call him first, but you have to go sit in the waiting room. I'll call you back in when I'm done."
"Thank you, Mrs. Lozoni." I said as I left the room. Mrs. Lozoni was an angel, she was the nicest woman I knew. She was also very beautiful and I'm not using that word lightly. Her hair was curly and dark brown and her eyes were a vibrant almost yellow color. Soon enough, Mrs. Lozoni called me back into her office.
"Drake is sick." she said, "It's probably a cold or something."
"Oh..." I said, "Okay."
"You should go see him." Mrs. Lozoni said, "It would probably brighten your mood a little."
"Okay." I said.
"I also called your mother, she'll be here any minute now." Mrs. Lozoni said and I smiled a little, "That's it, come on and smile, Nick. It's getting better." Soon, Mom came in and picked me up.
"I heard you were crying in Mrs. Lozoni's office." Mom asked, "So, what happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it." I said.
"Oh, okay." Mom said.
"Can you drive me to Drake's place?" I asked.
"Sure, honey." Mom said, "Where is it?"
"848 North Trout street." I said, "I'll give you directions." So, I gave Mom directions to get to Drake's house.
"Don't stay too late." Mom said as I got out of the car, "And call me if you need a ride." I rang Drake's doorbell. His dad came to the door.
"Oh, hi, Nick." Drake's Dad said, "Drake's been asking for you, though he has a high fever. Come on in." So I went to Drake's room and he was in bed looking miserable.
"Hey, Drake." I said, "How are you feeling?" Drake looked over at me as I sat next to him on his bed.
"I feel terrible." Drake said in a nasally voice, "But I went to the doctor's today and he gave me medicine, though,"- Drake sneezed.- "It tastes nasty."
"Okay." I said, "Is there anything you need?" Drake frowned and wiped his nose with a tissue I didn't notice was in his hand.
"I don't think so." Drake said, "But you can cuddle with me, that would help." Drake patted the bed next to him, so I laid down there next to him. "I love you, Nick." I looked Drake in the eyes and smiled.
"I love you too, Drake." I said as I relaxed. Drake put a hand on my face and then made an upset face.
"Why is your face wet, Nick?" Drake asked looking into my eyes.
"I cried." I said.
"Why?" Drake asked.
"Because I was worried about you, Drake." I said, "You didn't answer any of my texts or calls." Drake wiped my face with his hand.
"You don't have to worry, Nick." Drake said, "I'll always be there f-"- Drake gagged,- "I'm gonna throw up." I quickly got off the bed and walked with him to the bathroom. I didn't watch him throw up, but hearing it and smelling it was enough to make me feel nauseous.
Needless to say, I was home sick with the same thing the next day.
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