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Fated ~ Chapter 22

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"Amel, wake up." Someone was shaking my body. The person tapped my shoulder lightly. I turned my head a little. When I opened my eyes completely, I saw Maggie. I used my elbows to help myself up. She lent me a hand and gave me a glass of water from the bedside drawer.

"Here, take some Tylenol." I took them from her palm and put them in my mouth. I poured some water into my mouth. The tablets went down my throat along with the water, but I could feel them stuck in my esophagus. I swallowed another mouthful of water. I placed the empty glass on the drawer and touched my warm forehead.

"Do I still have a fever?" I asked Maggie. She nodded.

"A hundred degrees." She informed me worriedly. No wonder my body felt like it was on fire. My throat felt like I just swallowed a pack of pepper. I sat there weakly. My stomach suddenly growled.

"Anthony should have the soup ready in a few minutes." Maggie said.

"Well, I didn't know that he's a cook." I told her, astonished.

"Yeah, a bad one." She said jokingly. I let out a small laugh.

"Does my mom know that I am here?" I asked.

"Yes. I called her when I got home from school yesterday." She said with a small smile.

"Thank you." I said, but Maggie's sentence replayed in my head nonstop.

"Wait, you said that you called her YESTERDAY?!" I was shocked.

"Yes, I called her yesterday. You have been unconscious for 24 hours, and you haven't had anything for 24 hours. That's why your stomach growled." Maggie said solemnly. "I was so worried that I could sleep last night."

"If you were sleeping, then who was it that brought water to my mouth when I was thirsty?" I asked curiously.

"It could be either my mom or my brother." She said.

Anthony came in with a bowl before another word could escape my mouth. When he saw me, he immediately said, "Oh, I am so glad to see that you're finally awake."

I looked up and for a second, I thought I saw a human-panda. He had conspicuous dark circles and his countenance looked exhausted. He probably looked more sick than I do. As he put the bowl on the drawer, his mouth opened a little and his ears raised a little. He was trying to hold back a yawn.

"Your eyes were shut for 24 hours; I once worried that, that would be for eternity." He said, looking in my eyes. I could see red lines in them.

"Shut up, Anthony." Maggie hit his shoulder.

"No physical punches, please. I am too tired to hit you back." He said jokingly.

"I am sorry." I murmured to him.

"It's not your fault that I had played video games for the whole night." He said.

"Yeah, and it involved bringing water to me, taking my temperature and nursing." I said with narrowed eyes.

"Yup, and it was fun..." He paused and his eyes grew huge, "I mean, no. That's boring. Why would I do something like that?? The game I played was so entertaining. I was beating the crap out of the giant and you vomited... Wait, no! That's not how it was. There was no you in the game, you were just in bed..."

He looked like a monkey jumping around, trying to explain. Maggie and I glared at him as if watching a puppet show.

"You know what, I am going back to my room." He gave up explaining and turned around to leave.

Before he was out of the room, I shouted a thank you to him. I could see him smirking.

"Boys will be boys." Maggie stated. I nodded, smiling.

I leaned forward and had a sip of the soup. It was surprisingly delicious. I took another sip.

"I told your teachers that you'll miss classes for a few days. I have all your homework in my bag. You can choose to do it during your 'vacation' or do it when you go back to school." Maggie informed.

"A few days? I can't miss class for that long! We have a final coming up." I exclaimed as I got off the bed.

"But you're sick and you need rest. Where are you going?" She stood up and followed me.

"I am getting the homework. If I wait until I go back there to start, don't expect me sleeping on those nights." I told Maggie.

"They're right here." Maggie took her bag out of the closet and took out a yellow plastic folder. She opened it and it had all the assignments in the pockets.

"The textbooks are in the Sun Room in case you need them." She told me.

"Thanks." And I was off to doing homework.

By eight o'clock, I was finished with today's homework. I felt tired, but proud at the same time. I walked back to the bedroom and laid down on the bed. Maggie soon came in.

"So how did the homework go?" She walked by her bed and sat on the side.

"Pretty good. I finished them all." I told her truthfully.

"That's impressive. I haven't even started mine." She said.

"That's because you're so smart and quick that you'll finish it in no time." I said with a smile.

"Yeah, right. Are you hungry?" She asked. Before I even needed to utter a single word, my stomach told her the answer by growling loudly.

"Hehe..." I laughed embarrassingly.

"I'll heat up the soup for you." She said and took the bowl with her.

About 10 minutes later, Maggie came back with the heated soup. I finished it within 10 minutes and did not leave a single drop in the bowl.

"Where's Anthony?" I asked as I put the spoon down.

"He's still dreaming on his bed." She said.

"He must be really tired." I assumed. Then my cell phone rang. Maggie went to get it for me.

"Hello?" I greeted weakly into the phone.

"Hey Amelia, this is Jason." He said cheerfully.

"Oh hi, Jason. What made you call?" I asked.

"I heard that you were sick so I called to see how you were doing." He answered.

"Thanks for asking. I am doing better or at least I feel like it." I joked.

"Well, the fact that you're laughing proved it all." He said.

"Alright, I won't keep you any longer for you might need some rest. I'll talk to you soon, Amelia." He continued.

"Ok. Thanks for the call and have a good night. Bye."

"Good night." And he hung up.

I put the phone aside and Maggie quickly said, "How come he calls you and not me?"

"The next time I see him, I have to ask him why didn't I know about his sister." She pretended to be angry.

"If it weren't somebody who informed him about my sickness, he wouldn't have called, right?" I asked.

"Of course. If it weren't me, he wouldn't have called." I laughed.

I bet he still would have called even if Maggie didn't tell him to. I thought to myself.

The phone rang once again, but this time, it was Maggie's.

"Hey Honey!" She said sweetly. It must be Jacob who called. She walked into the Sun Room and totally forgot about me. It wasn't like this was new to me. I shook my head and got off the bed. Since she wasn't gonna do it, I could only take the bowl to the kitchen myself. I carefully opened the door with the bowl in my hands. I walked down the narrow staircase and slowly and tried to minimize the noise. I sure didn't want to wake up a sleepy Anthony. I successfully took the bowl down to the kitchen. The living room was dimly lit.

Mrs. Harrison was doing the dishes in the kitchen.

"Hi, Mrs. Harrison." I said.

"Hey, Amelia darling. How are you feeling?" She asked as she took the bowl from my hands.

"I am feeling better. Thanks for asking." I said.

"Next time, you could tell Maggie to bring down the bowl. You're still sick." She said.

"Oh, I insisted to take the bowl here myself." I said smoothly.

"I know how she is. She must be on the phone with Jacob right now. I must talk to her, some time." Mrs. Harrison said solemnly.

"No, Mrs. Harrison, it's fine. Really. She did a great job taking care of me." I said. I didn't want Maggie to get in trouble.

We talked for a few more minutes before I headed back upstairs. I stopped on the second floor because of my curiosity. I walked toward Anthony's room and wondered if he was still sleeping. His door was slightly opened. I took a peek at the opened slit and saw only the wall. I dared to push the door back a little to make the opening bigger. It wasn't until I completely opened the door that I could see his unorganized bed.

I was beyond shocked when I saw his room.

"This is impossible." I uttered under my breath. His room was so clean and organized. When I saw it yesterday, it was like the inside of a dumpster. Not that I dived into one and actually looked what was in it. I looked toward his only unorganized place - his bed. I saw a long figure under the cover. He must be sleepy, but why isn't there any snoring? I thought.

I stepped in a little and saw that his walls were covered with posters, awards, random papers and random drawings. But when I got a closer look at them, I realized that they weren't random drawings.

They were MY drawings.

"What are you doing, stalker?" A voice suddenly spoke up behind me. I jumped and turned around to see Anthony standing there.

"Jeez, don't scare me like that. And next time, please walk with sound." I told him.

"If I walk with sound, then I wouldn't see you like this..." He threw his hands in the air and made a horrifying face with a wide opened mouth and huge eyes. I laughed out loud.

"I do not look like that!" I exclaimed and looked back at his bed.

"Wait, if you're here, then who's that under the cover?" I pointed.

"It's my friend called, pillow." He said as he advanced into the room.

"Pill Low?" I questioned, "his first name is Pill and last name is Low? That's a strange name. I've heard of Phil, and Bill, but never Pill." I scratched my head. Anthony was laughing on the floor with his hands on his stomach.

"Ha ha ha. My goodness... ha ha ha..." Some more laughter. If laughing could kill, he'd die a million times. After a few minutes later, he finally recollected himself and stood up.

I walked over the bed and lifted up the blanket.

"Pillow?" I asked.

"Yes! Who did you expect? My friend Pill?" He laughed some more. I realized what I had done and my cheeks turned bright red. I covered them with my hands. He kept on laughing.

"Stop laughing!" I slapped his arm.

"Oww!" He rubbed it. He let out another laugh.

"Remind me to never fool around with a sick person again. Even if he's a genius when he's well, he is a retard when he's sick." He said. I remained there unmoved, with my eyes staring at his. He saw my anger and swallowed his laughter.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll never mess with you again." He apologized. My face softened and sat on his bed.

"What happened to your room?" I asked.

"Well, I cleaned it." He answered.

"YOU, cleaned it?" I asked suspiciously.

"Yeah. What, you don't believe me?" He asked.

"When did this happen?" I asked.

"After you looked at it, I was determined to clean my room so next time, you would want to stay in my room." His voice gradually decreased, but I heard the whole sentence. The corner of my mouth lifted a little. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself.

"Well, I have to say this is impressive." I complimented and stood up to walk to the drawings.

"Are these my drawings?" I asked him.

"Yes. Aren't they beautiful?" He asked.

"No! Look at his nose! It's crooked. And his eyes. They're different sizes! You have a bad taste in Art." I said sarcastically.

"No, I have the best taste in Art. People say, a piece of Art work reflects the artist. This drawing shows that the artist is naive, innocent and beautiful." He said.

"No matter what, it's still ugly. And what 'people' say isn't always true." I argued.

"I don't care what others think. It's the most beautiful piece of work I've ever seen." He argued back, "and that beautiful artist is right here with me. Could I have your autograph on the drawing?" He continued.

"In your dreams." I said and ran out of his room before he could say anything. I closed Maggie's bedroom door behind me and breathed heavily. I sat on the floor as I felt my heart beating in a hundred miles per second.

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I hope you had laughed some point while reading the chapter ~ If not, then I'll try harder next time.

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Published: 7/26/2012
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