Here We Go Again

Days

 wake up to the sun shining into the room and Sam right next to me asleep. and I feel like entire s**t. I rub my eyes. I get up going to the washroom. I also looked like entire s**t. Maybe a steamy shower will help me to unplug my nose and all. I put the water onto hot. After I undress I get in and the water was hot and really relaxing. My muscles were sore anyways because of me being sick.

I change into some sweatpants and a tank top. I put my hair into a small ponytail. I was feeling like s**t. I'm all stuffed up and sore. I go back into the room and Sam was still asleep. Maybe I should make a coffee and get medicine and then we'll see with him. I grab my phone and head downstairs.

I go into the kitchen and my dad was sitting there reading something.

  "Hey," I said. He looks up.

  "Oh morning, you okay?" He asks.

  "I'll live" I sigh.

  "Did you drink medicine?" He asks.

  "I was about to."

  "How did you get sick?" He asks.

  "I don't know honestly," I say. I make myself a coffee. I grab some medicine.

  "Well you should rest you don't look good or sound good" he laughs.

  "Thanks" I laugh also. I drink the meds and then sit down.

  "Sam still here?"

  "Yeah, sleeping" I reply with a nod.

  "I can't believe I found out you had a boyfriend from him and not you" he crosses his arms.

  "Ok, I was gonna tell you and it's not like you didn't know I was seeing someone" I reply. I sounded so weird considering my nose and everything was stuffed up.

  "I thought you and Sam would have something" he admits.

  "Ew, dad! No, we're like best friends" I wave him off.

  "Well I mean, he's a good guy" he shrugs. He stands up. "I'm gonna be in my office working on something ok?"

  "Yeah okay," I nod. He grabs his coffee and leaves. I sigh.

I sneeze like 4 times in a row.

  "Geez, shut up already" Sam walks into the kitchen.

  "f**k off" I laugh. He sits down.

  "You look like s**t," he says.

  "Thanks. I tried" I reply bitterly he laughs.

  "You feeling any better?" He asks.

"No, but I haven't puked today which is a big ass pro" I reply.

"Did you take medicine?"

"Yes, I did" I laugh. My phone buzzes on the counter.

Dylan's name pops up.

Dylan: hey! Wanna come over?

Me: no sorry. I'm home sick...

Dylan: oh s**t that sucks :(

Me: yeah. I'll text you later?

Dylan: yeah :)

  "Dude. I'm still angry about what you did last night telling my dad. I'm scared for that barbecue" I tell him.

  "You gotta deal with it. You should be positive and happy for your bf" He nudges me.

  "Whatever" I sniffle. "My dad likes you! You and Dylan are really different. So I'm scared."

  "But Austin and Stella are different and he likes them too!" He states. "Don't freak about it. It's in a week" he says. "I need to get home, shower and hopefully my mom doesn't kill me for not texting her. Keep yourself rested" he stands up.

  "I'll try mom" I roll my eyes he laughs.

  "Text me!" He said before he left the room. I sigh and start having a coughing attack.

~

  "Wassup b***h! I decided to be the good friend I am and come here to bring you a gift of soup for your sick soul" Austin walks into my room. I'm huddled in blankets and my laptop playing the Rick and Morty.

  "Hey and me!" Stella walks in after.

  "Oh hey," I smile my voice raspy and sick. "I mean yeah I'm extremely surprised" I laugh.

  "Here betch" he puts it on my side table.

  "Thanks."

  "So whatcha been up to?" They lay on the bed.

  "What do you think? In bed" I mutter.

  "Right" he laughs.

  "So my dad's having another barbecue. And he wants me to INVITE Dylan. All because Sam's a douche that told him of course" I groan.

  "Hah! Wait Sam was here?" Stella asks.

  "Yeah. He was being a dad" I roll my eyes.

  "I mean when is he not?" Austin smirks I laugh.

We all sit and talked for a long time until they got tired and left. And I continued watching Rick and Morty.

~

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket while I'm still sat in my bed watching my show. I pull it out. And it says. 'Incoming FaceTime with Sam' wtf.

  "b***h I'm not face timing you" I pick it up.

  "But you are" he grins.

  "Well, I'm gonna hang up" I pause my show.

  "No. I'm bored," he says.

  "And FaceTime is your thing? You're trash for that" I state. "This is like one of those basic white girl things to do."

  "You're right" he nods. "But when you just talk on the top home or text you never know what it's fully like," he says. He was laying on his bed shirtless.

  "Cool don't care" I mutter. "I'm watching Rick and Morty leave me and my sickness alone," I tell him.

  "Let me watch!" He grins.

  "Actually?" I asked.

  "Yes actually" he nods. I open my mouth to talk but was interrupted. "Sam! Remember your sisters coming tomorrow" I heard I think his mom over the phone. Right. Sam has an older sister in university.

  "Yeah I know" he nods looking over.

  "What are you doing?" She asks.

  "Talking to a friend," he says.

  "Right you have friends" she laughs and I laugh covering my mouth he rolls his eyes but has a smile on his face.

  "Whatever she better not have to sleep in here," he says.

  "Nope we have a guest room have fun" she leaves.

  "Your moms dope as f**k" I said he looks at me.

  "Ya you would get along with her" he laughs.

"Yeah speaking of you've met my whole family and I haven't even met your sister" I state.

"Come over" He laughs.

"Not now dumbass."

"Obviously not. But some time. I'm always over at your house!" He states back.

"Cool whatever" I roll my eyes.

"Now let's watch Rick and Morty," he tells me.

"Fine," I said. I flipped the camera so he can see and placed the phone down to face the laptop. I press play and we watch. Weirdly. Because Sam is a fricken weirdo.

~

Sunday morning I was feeling a little better. I wasn't puking. But my chest was hurting. I was coughing, sneezing and all those excessive things.

  "Morning," my dad says when I walk into the kitchen.

  "Morning" I cough out.

  "Feeling any better?" He asks.

  "Yeah. Haven't vomited yet!" I state.

  "That's good. Make sure to still take some medicine!" He tells me.

  "I know" I make my coffee and sit in front of him. "So when is Nathan coming?" I asked. Aka my uncle. My mom's brother.

  "He's coming on Wednesday," he says I nod. "And then the barbecue."

  "Yeah" I nod.

My phone bings from a text.

Sam: dad news :(

Me: what!?

Sam: can't come to the bbq my mom's saying since my sisters coming or whatever she wants me to show her around or some s**t. Ugh...

Me: s**t! But Dylan's coming. You need to keep my dad happy!!

  "How many people can I invite?" I asked.

  "It doesn't matter. Just not all your friends" he shrugs. "But your boyfriend for sure."

  "Yeah, I get it. Can Sam's sister come?" I ask.

  "Yeah sure," he nods.

  "Thanks!" I smile.

Me: IDEA!! You can bring her to the bbq! You're welcome

Sam: is your dad okay with it?

Me: yup just asked

Sam: Cool, picking you up tomorrow?

Me: yeah

Sam: feeling any better?

Me: haven't puked yet. Wish me luck

Sam: will do. Gotta go pick up my sister ugh

Me: have fun!

Sam: you're still sick, right?

Me: pretty sure we just talked about this why lol?

Sam: I need someone to come with me to jfk. It's a long lonely drive but you're sick

Me: I can come. I took medicine anyways

Sam: I don't want to bother you. Plus! You need to rest

Me: I'm getting readyyyyyyy

Sam: you're the best be here in a little!

"Hey, can I go with Sam to pick up his sister?" I asked. Longer drive than usual. You'll be fine Jo.

"Sure. But take meds and be safe please and get put on warm clothes!" He tells me. "Tell him to drive safely."

"Yup I will Thanks you're the best" I kiss his cheek and go upstairs to change. I put on my jeans and my bright orange sweatshirt.

The drive to jfk is quite long. I'll live. Just don't think of it that way. It's Sam driving. You're good with him. I take deep breath I keep my hair down. My nose and face kinda red from me being sick. I close my eyes letting my anxiety wear out. I get a text that he's here. I slip on my vans and grab my phone.

"Bye, dad love you!" I yell out.

"Love you! Drive safe!" He yells back and I head out.

I get into his car.

"Are you sure you're good with this?" He asks while I buckle up.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked.

"You know why" he sighs.

"I'm good, drive! We have a long drive ahead of us we don't want to be late" I tell him.

"Right" he nods. "Thanks again," he says.

"No problem."

"Dude you have an aux for a reason!" I said plugging my phone in.

"I was gonna plug my phone in but I figured you'd just steal it from me again" he laughs.

"You're right I would've" I nod.

"Exactly" he nods.

I put on some Rezz.

"You know. Your music interests are up and down" he laughs. "Good but also everywhere."

"Diversity Sam. Learn it" I said and couch right after covering my mouth.

"Your voice sounds like a dude," he tells me.

"Thanks, I know" I smile sarcastically.

"You're very welcome!" He smiles back.

"So why doesn't your sister live with you guys?" I asked looking out the window.

"She's in university, she goes to SCAD in Savannah," he tells me.

"Oh. So she's just visiting?" I asked.

"Yeah" he nods.

"What year?" I asked.

"She's 22 Just recently so 3rd year" he replied.

"Cool, you're a young brother. How does it feel?" I asked.

"Not Bad. We're pretty close so that's good" he shrugs. "You're probably gonna like her, she can be a complete asshole sometimes like you" he laughs.

"Excuse me! I came with you so you didn't she's to be alone. That's not an asshole thing to do. And you don't call any girl an asshole. Not even your sister!" I state.

"Calm down" he waves me off.

"Do you know anything?" I scoff. "You need some lessons hun."

"I've said worse to you," he says.

"Exactly. But you can't speak to other girls Ike this Sam! I'm different. I'm chiller, cooler and better than most!" I state he laughs.

"Is chiller a word?" He questions.

"Shut up."

"No thanks."