My Life As Emmalyn

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You would think spending your days on a strict no homework, no school, no strenuous anything schedule would be fun.

It's not.

I can only do so much. Sure, it is fun to watch my Netflix, but I am an active person. I want to go running and exercising. Yet, it's highly frowned on because of my ribs. I understand I need to wait until my ribs mend and heal, but each day that passes by is a day I am wasting away in this stupid bed. I'm not supposed to lay in my bed the entire time too. Sheesh, all these medical mumbo jumbo is contradicting. How does the doctor want me to heal if I'm not allowed to exercise nor rest in bed? It isn't like I can sleep or do anything taxing on my brain. My concussion is not going to let me do that. Ugh, the pain too... I'm just trying to see if they can discharge me within the week.

Apparently, they want me to stay for quite two more weeks or maybe one week. Since I was out for three weeks, it helped repair some of my body. It's all these stuff the doctors said, which I kind of zone out on. It's difficult to concentrate, ok? Blame my concussion. Alright, my concussion is almost gone but still...

Knock! knock!

I perk up at the sound. I hope it's Sunny. We haven't talked ever since our fight three days ago. Three whole days! He hasn't answered my texts or calls. I'm just worried since he usually checks up on me everyday, mostly because he is just overprotective of me. Thus, he is either still really pissed/sad or something is up.

"Emmalyn!" I deflate just a little as I realize it's Alex. Not many people call me by my full name.

"Hey!" I give him a sincere smile even though I am bummed a bit that Sunny didn't show. I haven't seen Alex ever since the day before the match. "My so-called best friend decides to visit poor, crippled me?" I tease. The only perk of my days are my visitors. So far, I have had Aaron, the twins, my parents, and the Six come. Technically, it's the Four since Sunny hasn't shown up and Drake is probably doing evil duties with Zach.

"Guess what?" His arms are behind his back, hiding something. I once again admire his physique. He's wearing a baggy, old T-shirt but he still looks very very nice. It's not everyday you get to see a well-sculpted body. Call it a girl thing.

"Chicken butt!" I reply.

"Real mature," he chuckles. "Really though."

"How am I supposed to know what to guess? For all I know, you are holding a huge tarantula in your hands. You could be playing some prank on me ..." I huff. I discreetly try to lean to my side to see if I can spot what he is hiding. Of course, he easily scoots away from me and shields it away.

"What, me? I would never!" He gasps, shocking outrageously as if I was the one who was weird. (He is the weird one!)

"C'mon. Just tell me already." I say impatiently. I am not fond of surprises nor waiting. Last time I was surprised, I found myself tied up and hanging upside down from a tree...

"Fine. Way to spoil the fun." He grumbles. In a grand movement, he shows me two tickets proudly.

"HOLY SNICKERDOODLES! ARE THOSE WHAT I THINK THEY ARE?" I shriek. "IF I WASN'T STILL HURT, I'D TOTALLY KISS YOU! WAIT-I MEAN, THAT I WOULD JUMP YOU. WAIT! FORGET THAT, I MEANT HUG! HUG!"

I want to die in embarrassment. I can't help I'm super excited right now so words are tumbling out of my mouth without filters.

"I'm so stupid. What am I saying? Alex, don't mind me. I think it's the drugs. Yep, definitely the drugs. They are making you look sexier than usual. It's quite nerve wrecking..." Oops. I just admitted he's sexy. Before I can say anything else, I grab my pillow and put it on my mouth.

There. No more verbal diarrhea.

What does Alex do?

He bursts out laughing. Not small laughter, but huge, deep ones where your abs ache afterwards.

"It's not that funny." I feel my cheeks flush. I try to save myself some dignity.

"Right..." He drawls. "You can't help but feel mesmerized by my sexiness. I know, I know." He waves it away as if it is a common occurrence.

"You are not." I argue.

"Not what?" He challenges me. "You mean to say I'm not sexy? Me, who has gotten you front row seats to an Imagine Dragons concert?"

"FRONT FREAKING ROW?" I try to get out of my bed as fast as I can without injuring myself. I lean to grab the tickets, but he quickly raises his arm. I scowl at his immaturity. He knows I won't be able to jump for it.

"I mean, since you don't appreciate me, I'll go with someone who does..." He hints.

"You're a jerk." I pout.

"But you love me." He grins.

"I'm beginning to question our friendship." I can't help but grin back.

"Emmalyn!" He holds his heart with a wounded expression.

"You'll live." I smirk, taking advantage of the situation and grabbing the tickets from his hands. "Thank you, oh sexy one."

The tickets look legit. I can't believe Alex actually got me tickets to my favorite band of all time. I've never been anywhere close to the front row. Dang, these tickets must cost a fortune. I still can't believe he got these for me.

"Thank you!" I give Alex an awkward hug since my ribs still ache.

"Yeah it's no problem!" He sits down on the edge of the bed. "When are you getting discharged?"

"I don't know." I shrug. "Most of my injuries are fine. I think it may depend on the healing rate of my ribs."

"Well, as soon as you are out of here, we shall go do something fun." He promises.

"I'll hold you to that." I nod. I hear his phone buzzing, and he glances at his phone screen. His face turns solemn.

"Sorry," he says before he picks it up. I see him nod to the caller a couple times. All the while his expression is grim and tight. Then, he hangs up.

"Shoot, I got to go. I'll see you soon alright? Keep the tickets for now." He frowns a little, still brooding on what the caller had told him.

"Are you alright?" He looks different than before, serious perhaps. I could be making up things...

"Yeah. I'm fine. Rest up!" He seems to force a grin. I wonder who called him.

"I'll see you later." I wave as he leaves in a rush.

"Now, what can I do?" I look around my room. Once again, I'm all by myself.

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A/N

Thank you for all the reads and votes! You readers are awesome! Here's a little treat: pic of Colton Haynes who I kind of picture as Alex :D

It's going to get more exciting in the next chapter. I think two chapters is enough rest right? Now we can get some action :)

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