Picture is of Lya, I just have it lol
Hi guys! This is what I had of chapter 39 when I was writing it. I couldn't get out of writers' block for weeks, seriously. I feel like this story is going no where 🕺🏽 Doesn't mean I won't continue it, of course. I have actually started another fanfiction and plan to work on that one a lot more often and making it more planned out, considering this one got to the point in .02 chapters. That one won't really get to the point for a while - 3-4 chapters or so. It's called "Why Am I Here?" and it's about Wilbur :D The cover is undecided so what I have rn, is all I have. Hope you enjoy it when the first chapter is posted (probably today). ❤🧡💛💚💙💜
"Zak!"
I ran over to him, kneeling down by his side. "When- What-" I looked over to Clay, who was the closest. "I don't know! I came upstairs to see what he was doing because I heard footsteps and he was in the bathroom, over the toilet, vomiting!"
"Shit... Zak are you awake enough to stand?" "Language." He mumbled. "Oh my goodness, stop worrying about what I say and answer my question."
"Mh... I think so but I like it down here."
"Zak, I'm carrying you to bed." I looked up at the group around us. "Can one of you go get the bucket from downstairs and a plastic bag?" Dylan was first to run out of the bathroom since he had already been standing behind Jacob.
"What else do you need?" Dave asked as he stood up. "Could you help me bring Zak to the bedroom? I don't want to carry him in a way that could worsen this."
Clay began standing up but I stopped him, "Dave. Not you, Clay." The blonde seemed to be annoyed as he sat back down. Dave walked over and helped me move Zak to the bedroom.
"Thanks a lot." Dave just smiled and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I sat in the bed behind the now sleeping Zak.
"Sleep well, Zakie." I layed down and put most of the blankets over my lovely boyfriend.
Get better soon, bub.
POV Switch - Clay
"Why wouldn't he ask me to help? I always help. Why'd he go to the store? Does he hate me? No. Why is Zak sick?"
"Chill dude. I'm sure Darryl had a good reason for not letting you help."
"Yeah, whatever." Clay stood up from the couch and walked to the front door, grabbing his shoes. "I'll be back later." He opened the door and walked out, slamming it behind him.
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Stranded | Skephalo | Complete as of April 4, 2021
FanfictionDISCLAIMER: In light of recent events, I'd like to warn you all that this fanfiction was written BEFORE all of the behind-the-scenes about MegaPVP were exposed. I will not exclude him from the story as it'd require much of a re-write and it'd ruin t...
