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What’s Happening.

7)part2.

“Do you realise what you’ve done you stupid girl!” He bellowed, I took a step forward.

“What?” I roared back at him. “ME?”

“This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen, all this because of a kiss! It’s going to get out that me and you are ‘together’. I’m going to be hated… just like…like…like…” and out came what he had to say like water out of a hosepipe, “like YOU!” he squawked. I was taken back, had he just said that to me?

Then, I dropped to the floor. I started hyperventilating, what… what was happening? The medication! I had to take it every 4 hours, I’d forgotten! Oh god! I tried to call Victor but it didn’t work. He was too busy laying on his bed in a big bundle, muttering to himself what to do. I lay there on the floor, consoling myself and trying to get Victor’s attention. Was I going to get the medication? was I going to die!?

I was on the laminate wood flooring of Victor’s room, squealing and wheezing in pain.

“Viccttooorrr…” I said trailing it on in as deep tone. He turned around at looked up.

“Stop pretending, your fine…” he cut off.

I looked up at him with watery eyes, I looked at my arms, they were turning blue… my veins turning a greenish colour. I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t know what to do. I was dying. I was right, I was going, leaving this world.

I often wondered what it felt like to be dead. Nobody could explain the feeling, because nobody ever came back from the dead. But this is what it must have felt like. Seeing the world flash before you. all your memories, the good and bad times. There I was laid on the floor my best friend hating me and me hating him, all because of a kiss, like Victor said.

My body was shaking at this point, as if I was locked in a freezer with no escape.

“Pleaasee…” I trailed on, slurring to Victor. He just stood there, watching my with eyes full of pain. I repeated what I’d last said. I pointed to my bag, the medicine was in there in a paper bag. Surely Victor would work it out, but he didn’t. Instead he just screamed, like in a horror movie when the person gets eaten alive by a zombie.

I shrieked, was this happening? Was I really going to die, here!?...

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Again, sorry for the rubbish format. Stupid witty messing it up -.-

What’s Happening.

7)

I awoke to be laid on the cold marble bathroom floor, I sat up and went to the loo, unlocked the door and walked into Victor’s room. There he was laid in a sleeping bag on the floor, looking so uncomfortable. I jumped onto his bed and turned on his TV onto the first music channel I could find. It blasted music out of his surround sound system. He quickly awoke, and wasn’t very amused.

“Bailey, why did you do that?” He said angrily.

I ignored him.

“Bailey talk to me…” he said.

I still ignored him… and then he jumped out his sleeping bag, like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey and launched himself onto me. Throwing me up and down onto his bed, he was strong enough to lift me, as I was only 5ft8. I still didn’t talk so he used his last resource in a bid for me to speak. Tickling me! Victor was the only person who knew where I was ticklish. Right on the bone, of my left outer ankle. He tickled away, I was laughing my head off. But still I didn’t talk. I wasn’t going to give into what he wanted, not this time.

After thirteen minutes of tickling me, Victor realised he wasn’t going to get anything out of me, instead he got a kick in the face.

“Ouch! You don’t half like to hurt me do you!?” Victor shrieked. I grinned and nodded. He smiled.

“I got movement, step one accomplished!” he grinned. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes. He grabbed my face, so I couldn’t talk or move. I had a little hopeful feeling he was going to kiss me.

“Bailey…” he paused and looked at something out the window.

He froze, was he okay? I turned around and looked out the window. There at the bottom of his front lawn was his best friend George, and non-other than Emma. I pulled myself away from his hands that were still hooked onto my face. Emma’s face was a picture! She looked so jealous, I leaned my head to the side and pulled a ‘In your face!’ look and jumped off the bed. I walked up to the door, thinking of what I could say to Victor to make everything better, but there was nothing I could do, or say. Like he said, if it got out that we were together in his room, with his hands around my face as if we were going to kiss he would be hated. Would that be a good thing? Maybe he would be happy not being popular… I thought to myself.

“It will be okay.” I said to Victor from around the door.

What’s Happening.

6)part3.

I heard footsteps behind me.

“What…” Victor stopped and saw Karen staring at him,

“Victor, what have you done?”

“Nothing… just walked into the wall...”

“you sure? It looks like a handprint.”

“I’m sure!” Victor yelled.

“I’m going outside for fresh air.” I said, and walked outside.

 I sat on the swing me and Victor used to play on, I missed those times. Why did things have to change? Why did I have to like him? Why did he have to be so popular? I swung up and down onto the swing and closed my eyes turning upside down. When I opened them, there stood Victor.

“what now?” I yelled.

“Please Bailey, after slapping me I deserve to talk to you.” I jumped off the swing and sat on the bench, Victor sat next to me.

“The thing is Bailey… the girl I said I loved…”

“Wasn’t me.” I finished.

“No it was you, I do love you Bailey.” My heart skipped a beat, was this real or was I in a dream?

“What?” I said.

“You, I love you. But I don’t want a girlfriend. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s weird…”

“I don’t understand you… your confusing me. So one minute you kiss me, then you regret it, then you love me?”

“Well…yes? Sort of…”

“Just leave me alone, please. You don’t need to lie for me to talk to you again.”

“I’m not…” I put my hand up infront of his face, and walked off into the house, I went into the bathroom and locked myself in. I cried and cried, until I fell asleep…

What’s Happening.

6)part2.

“Exactly, WERE!” I replied sarcastically.

“You should have told me.” He screeched.

“No, and you know why? Because I knew exactly how you would react. Like you just did back at the hospital.”

“You can read me like a book!” Victor said jokingly.

“Yes I can, and you know how?” Victor shrugged.

“Because, you are a horrible POPULAR person. All you care about is you and your precious popularity. All you want is a pretty popular girl.” I yelled.

“That’s not true!”

“oh really? Because if not, do share how it really is Victor. I am very confused.”

He just looked down.

“That’s what I thought.” I stood up from his bed and walked over to him, got out my hand and slapped him across his perfectly tanned face. Leaving a red hand print, “Never talk to me again!” I screamed. And trudged out the room, walking down the stairs to Karen.

6)

All the way home I didn’t speak. Not to Victor or his mum, I just sat there staring out the car window watching the world speed by. I saw all many of the girls at my school standing at the bus stop. Watching Victor sat in the front seat. They were waving too him and trying their best to flirt through a glass window. Victor didn’t react, he just looked down at his blackberry bold pretending like he had a text. I looked into the car mirror, where Victor’s mum Karen was looking at me. I tried to put a smile on my face, but then looked down and resumed to my frown.

“What’s wrong hunny?” Karen said to Victor. Victor looked up and turned around looking at me, I looked back up staring into his harsh grey eyes. I felt a cold chill run over me. I hated him. He looked away but I was still staring where his face was.

“I’m… I’m good.” He replied quietly.

“You sure? You don’t seem yourself.”

“MUM! I’m fine!” Victor snapped.

Karen looked back up at me.

“and you?”

“I’m just tired.” I smiled.

“That’s a stupid question to ask someone who’s been in a coma for three weeks and almost died!” Victor screamed. Karen looked at him, giving him a disappointed look. But didn’t say anything, I think she realised that he was tired and upset. We pulled up Victor’s drive. Victor jumped out the car, and opened my door expecting me to get out. I looked up at him and shuck my head, I stuffed the bin bag into his hands and slid over to the other door. Getting out of that one. I walked into Victor’s house.  I walked upstairs into Victor’s room and sat on the bed. He walked up behind me.

“Listen.” He said to me.

“Why? What more do you have to say?” I yelled.

“Please Bailey.”

“What?” I said, standing up off his bed.

“What is so important?” I screeched.

“Bailey, I…I… didn’t mean to hurt you. Your my bestfriend, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Correction, was your bestfriend, and you have lost me. Your nothing to me.” I looked straight into his chilling eyes, and saw how hurt he looked, but I didn’t care. He had to know how I felt.

“Ooh…”

“You kissed me, and ripped my heart.”

“ripped your heart?”

“Yes, Victor. I love you, always had since the day we met, but that’s all changed, I can’t stand to look at you, I hate you!” I took a deep breath, and sat back down on the bed. Victor looked at me and sighed.

“Why haven’t you told me? I thought we were bestfriends” He replied sadly.

What’s Happening.

5)

“I.. umm.. hope I’m not disturbing something?” the Doctor said.

“Ooh No, not at all!” I replied cheerfully, the doctor smiled and opened his clipboard.

“Good, because it would be a shame if you too had fallen out.” My face dropped.

“what?” I said to the doctor.

“Your moving in to ermm.. Victor’s house for a week.” I paused and took a deep breath.

“Why?”

“your mother, oh sorry adoption mother has work and has been taken up to London for the week or so, an emergency at work… and Peter is working away anyway soo…” He cut off seeing my shocked face.

“I’ll leave you to pack, you are being picked up by Victor’s mother in an hour.” And with that he walked out the door.

I looked at Victor, he was still looking at his hand, he folded his arms and looked up at me and tried to smile. But it failed miserably.

“This is going to be fun…” he said to me. I got all my cards and balloons and things and stuffed them into a plastic bin bag. Then I walked out the hospital room, turned round and walked back in. Threw the bin bag at Victor gave him an evil look and walked back out again.

I went to get food I was hungry! I needed to take my mind of things… of my horrible bestfriend… or in fact. Roommate, for the week!

4)part2.                                                What’s Happening.

He pulled away, and we just stared into each other’s eyes. He looked down, staring at mine and his hand. He looked back up at me… and hesitated.

“I’m sorry, I…I…I…” he panicked.

“I shouldn’t have done that… I’m.. so.. sorry..” he said to me.

I was confused.. “so… you didn’t mean to kiss me?”

He looked down. Going red… pulling the face he does when he regrets something. I pulled my hand away from holding his, wiped my lips so he could see and turned back around to face the wall.

“LEAVE!” I yelled, tears running down my face pointing to the door.

“Please… Bailey, I…I…” he touched the side of my waist, I flicked his hand, which made him remove it.

“Don’t you dare touch me. I can’t believe you, one minute you want to kiss me and now you’re regretting it.”

“It’s just… If anyone found out I kissed yo…” he cut off, realising what he’d said.

“If anyone realised, you the popular one has kissed me the loser. You would be hated.” I screeched.

“It… It isn’t like that.” He yelled back.

I jumped out my hospital bed, facing him. Wiping my tears.

“Oh? Really. Because, it seems that way to me Victor!”

He looked down at his lonely hand.

“Care to explain?” I yelled.

He shrugged and looked up, his grey eyes, turning into an even icier grey.

“Please, don’t be like this… You know what I mean.” He shouted.

“No… no I don’t. You know what? I’m going to text Emma right now. Tell her I got a kiss from YOU, not her!”

“NO! DON’T DO THAT!” he yelled snatching my phone out my hand and smashing it on the floor. I looked at him with disgraced eyes.

“you owe me another phone.” I said.

And to top off all that, the doctor came in with the arrangements to go home…

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Thanks for reading! I promise the background and title will be fancier when my witty stops messing around! :] BTW this is a totally made up story from my imagination. None of it is real! 

What’s happening.

4)

After eating my breakfast at 4:30pm, Victor went to go get the doctor saying I had woken up. The doctor came in and examined me. Saying I would need medication, but other than that I was fine. He said I could go home and was going to ring Carol to arrange me being picked up.  The doctor told me to get some rest, and he’d report back to me and Victor in around an hour with the news. Then he left the room and Victor sat on the side of the bed.

I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He looked at me and leaned back.

“yes?” he asked.

“It’s later, you can tell me.” I smiled.

He looked uncomfortable… “I…I don’t want to tell you.” He blushed, my mouth dropped open.

“What?” I said,

“I don’t want to tell you!” he said angrily.

“I’m your BEST friend.” I said stubbornly.

Victor shrugged. I turned the other way, facing the wall. “Fine be like that.” I yelled. “I tell you EVERYTHING!”

“Not everything.” Victor replied, I turned back around.

“What do you want to know?”

“If I…” he looked down.

“Yes?” I said…

“If I kissed you would you…” he looked up at me into my hazel eyes.

“…Kiss you back?” I said, finishing his sentence.

He leaned towards me and pulled my chin up lightly with his finger, and there after being in a coma for three weeks, being attacked in an alleyway, puking on his shoes, not being alive for three minutes… was the best thing that could have possibly happened.

I was kissing my best friend, my crush… the one I loved.

What’s Happening.

3)part2.

I loved how Victor thought about me, and how he talked to me like I was still there. Emma was so pretty, and slim. And such a nice person. I was surprised why he didn’t kiss her. They would have made a perfect match.

Victor, is around 6ft4. He has a beautiful chestnut brown hair, that was has a swept over fringe to the right. He has a deep icy grey eyes, that I adored! I always said to him how much I wanted them. He found it funny and always jokingly bragged about them. He has a cute button nose and normal rosy pink lips. He has the straightest and whitest teeth the world has ever seen and I was so jealous of them. Victor skateboarded a lot, and I guess that’s why all the girls were after him. His skateboard was his best friend, other than me. He was very stylish too, he wore polo shirts mostly with chinos or jeans, that were slightly baggy. He wore DC’s/converse or any type of ankle trainer typed thing.

Emma, was around 5ft7. She was one of the most popular in the year, and all the boys fancied her too. I often got along with her as I was her science partner. She gave me texts here and there but we weren’t the closest of friends seen as I liked to keep my head down at school. She has walnut brown eyes, and long eyelashes that were always coated in mascara. She had rosy pink cheeks and wore a baby pink lipstick most the time. Her brown hair was so straight and shiny every girl in our school wanted it.

Why didn’t Victor kiss her? Why wouldn’t he? If I was okay, he would have dived right in there… was it what I had said? That made him feel guilty? I tried to open my mouth to tell him it was okay, I tried to open my eyes… then I saw a bright light above me… I was awake!

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Sorry for the short parts, my wittys playing up so I have boring backgrounds and stuff. :[

What’s Happening.

3)part1.

Although I was in darkness, I could hear EVERYTHING that was going on in the room around me. I heard Carol and my adoption father Peter crying over me. I heard Peter comforting Carol, saying that if I went it would be okay and everything would be sorted out. I hated him, always had always would. Ever since the first day I met him. I recall being around 3 or 4 just before my adoption. Let’s start with the basics of the story.

I HATE banana’s, anything that tastes like a banana I hate! But obviously Peter or Carol didn’t know that. So when I went to the park to have ‘bonding time’ with them. Peter decided to buy me a banana lollypop at the park. Not even asking me if I wanted one.

I refused and said “No thank you. I don’t want it because I aren’t hungry.” But of course EVERYONE likes banana’s according to Peter. You don’t think that’s bad? Well, how about this? He got the lollypop and unwrapped it. He pointed it towards me, I shook my head. Carol grabbed his arm, telling him to get away from me. But he didn’t listen and put it straight in my mouth, moving the lolly around and down my throat… I gagged, but he didn’t stop. Carol screaming, “don’t mess it up again, please!” but that didn’t stop him. I was sick in the end, and ever since I have hated him. You might not think that was bad, but I can’t even list the amount of horrible things he has done to Carol over the years. I just hate him.

 I also heard Victor and his mum crying to. Although I couldn’t smile, I wish I could. He kept his word, he was right. He would miss me, he did. I heard him saying all the things he wish he could if I was there. Like what had happened at school and all the rumours going round. He told me a girl called Emma had tried to kiss him. But he couldn’t. He said he liked her and all. But he was too busy thinking and hoping I would be okay…