I'm sorry I have not been able to do Nick for a while. But there is nothing going on in his life... get it?
Someone got the scream thing kind of right. Good job! Drama, action, just want to yell at the computer, which some of you have been doing.
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ROBIN'S POV
What is he trying to do now? I check my youtube and there is a message from Joe,
"Look Robin, I'm sorry, my family dragged me away on vacation. I didn't know."
I reply, "Is that really what happened?" and he does not respond, ever. He gives me hope for two seconds, and then smashes it with his foot. Why doesn't he just rub it in too? Just go ahead and rub it in with those fancy shoes of yours. And I thought my day couldn't get any worst.
What does he want me to do? Come running back to him just because he is famous? Ha! Like I haven't heard that one before, well, it was on a soap opera.
I look up at the Nick poster, still on my ceiling. Why did you have to die? Why did you have to be buried near my family? Why did Joe and I have to meet? I surprise myself with asking these questions. What was I thinking? Do I regret his death just because I had to meet Joe?
I roll off my bed and onto the floor. My feet fall on top of Joe's poster. I sigh and throw it in the trash. While I am at it I grab the CD's and start the throw them in. Strange, the can is empty. I thought it was full yesterday. What is that at the bottom? I reach down and grab the single piece of white paper lying at the bottom of the trashcan. I turn it over. It doesn't look like my handwriting. Or Dad's, or Rachel's, or Grace's, or Traci's, it looks like... Oh my God!
I wake up in a hospital bed; Rachel and Dad are sitting at the foot of my bed, talking quietly. I can't hear what they are saying. I am in a really uncomfortable position. I shift my weight, trying to be quiet, but Dad and Rachel hear me.
"Hi honey, you're up". Rachel says, smiling at me. Does she always state to obvious?
"Yah, what happened?" I asked. Scratching at the place my IV goes in. Dad puts his hand on mine, to stop me. "What? Oh." I say, stopping the itching.
"You fainted." Dad says.
"Fainted! Why?" I ask. I can't remember what happened before I fainted. What was I doing? I glance around the room, nothing jots my memory.
"You were dehydrated." The doctor says, walking in.
"I guess" I say, itching more at the IV.
"Stop itching, you might pull it out." The doctor informs me. He is flanked by a young, handsome doctor, tall, blond. Not even out of college, I guess. A student doctor, what are they called? An intern.
"I guess you are my doctor." I say to the doctor, but watching the young one out of the corner of my eye. Did I just say guess a minute ago? I don't want to sound like the type of girl who only says a few words.
"So you are Robin Stevens?" The med student says, looking at my chart. The sound of his voice reminds me of Joe, even though it is nothing like it.
I look at the ground and murmur "yeah" back to him. It's too soon. Too soon after Joe.
Why is he even checking my chart, they have already determined that I fainted from dehydration. Something nags my stomach, telling me it was not only that.
The med student hands the chart to my doctor, who looks at it. He walks up to my IV and unplugs it.
"You are good to go. Nothing major, just some fainting. Remember to drink more." I crack a smile at that. I almost say back to him that I don't drink. But I decide that he might find that rude. I glance at med student and see that he is staring at me. Creepy.
We head home, and the whole way my Dad is nagging me about how I should be more careful. I don't listen to a word he says. Something about how he knows what I am going through, but I should take more care of myself. How does he know? Right, Mom and Anna.
We pass the intersection; I hold my breath and make a silent prayer. No car comes barreling at us. Safe, thank goodness.
I walk into my room. I just slept about an hour apparently, but I am exhausted. The first thing I see when I step on my fluffy carpet is the Jonas Brothers CD's. lying on the ground. I grab them, prepared to throw them away, when I see a piece of paper. I drop the CD's in the trash.
Then it hits me. I know exactly why I fainted. I don't want to read what it says, but I have to. I carefully pick up the paper, like it is going to blow up. I read the message, and almost faint again. I grab the table and hold on. The whole room starts to spin. I take a big gulp of water from the glass my Dad made me bring up. The room stops spinning. I shove the paper in the drawer of my desk and fall into my bed, crying.
pokemonwarrior10134
Shhh! Don't tell robin!
JonasHouse09 2 years ago
lol i liked the first theres nothing going on in nicks life, awesome chapter loved it
xxxmonkeyful 2 years ago
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JonasHouse09 2 years ago