"Whatya, drinking?"

Cam sat on the uncomfortable step beside me, his head against my shoulder as he tried to get a good look of what I was holding.

"It doesn't matter." I whispered, staring at the beautiful sunset. It looked like something out of a painting. The beautiful mountains, splashed with off colors of orange and yellow.

"Blake." Cam's voice dropped an octave, which was never a good sign. He only used his "big boy" voice with me when he knew I was doing something I shouldn't be. I absolutely hated it.

"It's just a beer." I whispered, "It's not a big deal."

He looked away for a moment, admiring the beautiful scenery before us. He spoke so softly that it was hard to believe that it was my Cam sitting beside me.

"You really want to do that?"

"It's a beer, for Christsake, Cam. It's not going to kill me." I replied.

"What if you're pregnant?" I bit the inside of my lip until I could taste blood, shoving the unopened bottle of beer in his direction.

"I hate you." I grumbled, burying my face against his shoulder. He kissed my forehead before resting his chin on my head.

"I love you too, Blake."

*

"Are you okay?" Shay glanced away from the dress rack and took in my current state, frowning.

"I don't know." I mumbled, shifting in the chair I was in. She walked over and laid the back of her hand against my forehead, then both of my cheeks.

"You're pretty hot, Blake." Her eyes glistened with worry.

"Thanks." I tried at a wink, but I didn't even feel as if I had enough energy to do that.

"Look, I'll buy the dress you tried on and just come back and find one for myself. I think we need to get you back home." I started to wave her suggestion off, seconds later my stomach churned and I threw myself across the room and gripped the sides of the trash can, throwing up everything I'd ate in the last twenty-four hours.

"Damn." Shay walked over and handed her card, along with my soon-to-be prom dress to the cashier, keeping an eye on me the entire time. I stood in front of the bin, scared if I moved that the room might start spinning around me.

"Okay, Blakey. We better get you home." I shook my head as she pried my fingers from the trash bin, my stomach still twisting into tight knots.

"Deep breaths." She whispered, rubbing my arm in a comforting gesture, "You'll be home soon."

*

According to Mom, all of my symptoms seemed flu related, which really didn't reassure me all that much.

If I was sick, that meant I wouldn't be able to go to Prom on Friday night. Even if I felt better, Mom wouldn't allow me out of her sight for a minute until she knew for a fact that the virus was gone entirely.

She also explained it being the reason for my strange mood swings all morning, that or hormones, Brianna had joked.

I had expected her to leave last night, but she had decided she wanted to spend a couple days with us, even if it resulted in her catching whatever I had. Chase, my lovely new brother, took the kids to our spare room and steered clear of me. How wonderful and supportive he is.

"My tummy hurts." I mumbled now, rolling over in my bed to stare at Ray and Cam at the edge of my bed. Ray reached out and squeezed my leg beneath the blankets, chuckling quietly to himself.

"Why are you laughing? You're a meanie." I snapped, huffing out a sigh and turning my back to the boys.

"You can go, Cam. It's fine, I think I can handle her." I heard Ray say, sounding as if he were trying not to laugh.

"I can just cancel the reservation with my mo-"

"No, Cameron. Look, she's okay. A little delirious and medicine heady, but she's okay. Don't you trust me." I felt the bed cave slightly before it bounced back up and a hand brushed against my cheek.

"I'm going to leave for a while, Blake. I'll be back later." I shook my head, lacing my fingers through his.

"Don't leave, Cammy." Ray looked away, but the way his body shook, I was sure he was laughing his ass off.

"You're talking like a five year old, babe." Cam brushed his thumb along my warm cheek, "I'm not really into that crap." He joked, smirking.

"Don't go." He looked ready to cave, but Ray jumped back in with a long, dark look shot in Cam's direction.

"I'll see you later, Blake. Behave yourself." He kissed the top of my hand before thanking his best friend and ducking out of the room.

I was in the middle of letting the fact that he was taking the front door to get out sink in, when I heard Ray clear his throat.

"So what does Cam usually help with when you're sick?" He asked. I propped myself up against my headboard, narrowing my eyes at him.

"What do sick people usually do?" I retorted.

"I dunno. Watch movies?" He made a gesture toward my TV. I nodded, my eyes following him as he stretched and leaned down to hunt my remote down.

Once he was back up, he started to go through Netflix, flopping down at my feet, his arm propping his head up.

"Whatya in the mood for?" He asked, sending me a small smile over his shoulder.

"Sleep." I mumbled, yawning, "And Cam." He squeezed my foot behind him, shaking his head in amusement.

"We should drug you up more often. You let loose a lot more." I should have chucked my pillow at him, but I was too busy inspecting the ruffles on it.

"How are you doing, Blake? I mean, besides the whole feeling like a zombie thing." I shrugged, hugging my pillow against my chest.

"Honestly?" I whispered. "I don't know. I think I'm handling Brianna and James okay, but I need to talk to Cammy. I need him to understand that it's not him, I love him. He's my best friend and. . .and. . " Ray gave me a nod of encouragement, but my mind was starting to drift.

"I think you need sleep, love." Ray groaned as he pushed himself up and walked around the side of my bed, pulling my blanket up to my chin and setting the throw pillow beside me.

"I'll be here for a couple hours and Cam should be here when you wake up. Get some sleep." I waited until he was laying at the end of my bed again to let my eyes flutter shut, the quiet hum of the opening credits acting as a lullaby. Before I could ask Ray what he was watching, my sleepiness got the best of me and dragged me back under.

*

I woke up to a quiet thudding beneath me. For a second I thought someone might be listening to music on full blast. It took me a minute to collect my thoughts and come to the more obvious conclusion of my head being against Cam's chest.

"Are you awake?" I felt an arm twitch around my waist, warm breath against my cheek.

"Hmm?" I grunted, still disoriented. He sat up, his hazel eyes roaming my face.

He looked better. The swelling around both of his eyes had begun to go down and were nothing more than black and blue marks now.

"You look like shit." He commented. I opened my mouth to say something, but it never came out. I threw myself off my bed and ran into my bathroom, unaware that the room was spinning around me until I lifted my head up from the toilet.

I flushed the little I'd ate away and rested my head against the cold porcelain.

"Blake, babe, are you okay?" Cam crouched down beside me, brushing my damp hair off of my face.

"No." I groaned, "What did you do to me?"

He had been sick a few days ago, right? He must have given me whatever he had. It had just attacked me in my weakest points.

"Where's the first aid kit?" He questioned, looking around the bathroom.

"Under the sink." He dug through the clean white shoe box coated with plastic before pulling out a thermometer. He stuck it in my mouth then pulled it out, giving me a long, weary and worried look, as he waited for the results.

"You're not running a fever anymore, so I guess that's good." He smiled weakly.

"I still feel like crap." He nodded and rose, outstretching his hand to me. From the headrush I had gotten a minute ago, I really wasn't too keen on standing up again.

"We need to get your food in your stomach, Blake. Yo-"

"It'll just come back up." I replied.

"It doesn't matter. You still need nutrients." I took his hand slowly, hoping he got the hint.

He helped me up gently, keeping his arm around my waist to steady me.

"Okay, Mom." I nudged him slightly. He smiled back, his eyes still dark with worry.

"You're fine, Blake." He wasn't assuring me anymore, but himself, "It's just a flu, a little food will make everything better." 

***AN***

Hope you guys enjoyed! What do you think is wrong with Blake? Do you think it's morning sickness or just a bug? 

The next chapter will be much more eventful, with it being Prom and all ;)

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~ChasingMadness24