“I'm just not feeling well today,” I said into the phone.
“What is it the flu?” Rider replied. “No it's not the flu.”I sighed. “Then what is it babe?” How do I get him to understand my paranoia without sounding like a lune?
It was early the next day after my weird episode, I was laying in my bed with the sheets up to my chest and the sun seeping into my bedroom. It was fairly late so late that I'd missed my first two classes of the morning. So Rider called to interrogate me.
“I'm just… tired.”I said. I knew he wasn't buying it he knew me too well. I love him and all but this just felt too… strange to tell. It was probably just stress… yeah that sound reasonable.
“Babe I'm just stressed you know with school andd work and family. Nothing too serious please don't worry.” I said.
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