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Aphmau: Garroth stop saying fam for three texts please!

I smirk at the screen, plotting out the perfect plan.

Garroth: O

Garroth: K

Garroth: A

Garroth: Y fam.

The grey bubble pops up to indicate that's she's typing. It disappears several times for about five minutes as I laugh to myself like a maniac.

Aphmau: GARROTH J. RO'MEAVE.

Garroth: Bet you don't know what the J stands for.

Aphmau: Sure I do!

Garroth: Say it then.

Aphmau: John.

Garroth: No.

Aphmau: Uhhh... Jack?

Garroth: Nope.

Aphmau: James!

Garroth: You're confusing me with my uncle Tobin James.

Aphmau: ....Joel?

Garroth: Bingo.

Aphmau: YESSS!

Garroth: 😂 Okay. See you at school.

Aphmau: See ya.

I put my phone in my backpack and get up off my bed. A sharp pain runs through my back and my head starts to spin a bit. I pause for a minute, almost falling back on to my bed. Then, the dizziness goes away and I slowly walk downstairs.

"Hey, G, how's your back today?" Mom asks as she hands me a plate of waffles.

I shake my head and sit down, "It's been almost four months and it's only gotten worse."

"I'm sorry, bud. We'll see a doctor tomorrow?" Mom puts a hand on the nape of my neck and presses it a little bit. It feels nice.

"Yeah," I say as I put pieces of waffle into my mouth.

Mom smiles and walks over to the counter and puts two waffles on two plates for Zane and Vylad. Vylad comes running down the stairs, and my head starts to hurt from the noise, though I do try to hide it.

"There's the straight A student!" Mom says as she hands Vylad a plate and ruffles his hair. "Are you ready?"

Vylad nods, "Yep!" He gives a cheeky smile.

Mom smiles and ruffles his hair once again. He giggles and sits next to me. He reaches over for the syrup and practically drowns his waffles in it. Zane comes down, tired as ever. He slowly grabs the plate and walks over to the table, eating his pancakes without anything on them. He seems lazy today.

"Okay, boys, we gotta go," mom says as she pulls our plates away from us.

"Hey! I was eating that!" Vylad says.

"I know," mom kisses his head. "But you need to get to school."

Vylad groans as he walks over to the hallway. Zane and I follow him. We all put on our coats, Zane's is black, of course. Vylad's is green and mine is grey. Then, we grab our backpacks and walk out in the car.

"Shotgun." I say.

"No fair! You always get shotgun!" Zane exclaims.

"Because I'm like 2 heads taller than you." I say. "Plus, I'm in highschool, and you're not."

Zane scoffs, "I hate you."

"In the back, baby brother," I smile at him.

He rolls his eyes and sits in the back along with Vylad. I sit down in the passenger seat and slide my seatbelt over me. Mom gets in and starts up the car, and we drive off to school.

Zane and Vylad go to school closer than I do. So, they always are dropped off first. Then me. It's pretty much the only time mom and I get alone, which is nice.

We pull up to the huge school. Zane and Vylad's, to be exact. Kids run everywhere in circles and chase each other with sticks.

Man, I do not miss this place.

Not that I like high school much better.

"Love you, boys." Mom says as the two of them get out.

"Love you," they say in unison.

Mom and I drive off to my own personal hell. I look out the window, sighing but trying to hide my back pain.

"So you said you aren't feeling good..." mom says as she keeps her eyes on the grey road.

"Not really, no." I shake my head.

"I'm sure it's nothing. You probably just need to go to a chiropractor." She tells me.

I feel like there's something worse, and she's saying that for herself so she can feel better. But I've never had a need to go to a chiropractor, so I guess I've never felt that pain before.

"Yeah, probably," I sigh. "Mom?"

"Hm?"

"D-Do you think it could be cancer again?" I stutter, choking on my own words.

"I... doubt it. But we are going to see a doctor, so we'll see then," she says as we pull up to the school. "Try and have a good day, okay?"

I nod, "I will."

"Good," she smiles. "Love you."

"Love you," I smile back and step out of the car. Aphmau immediately waves me over.

I roll my eyes and walk over, stumbling at some points because my back hurts too bad. But I brush it off as bone and muscle issues.

"Why hello there, Garroth Joel Ro'Meave," Aphmau smirks.

I laugh, "Aphmau, it's nothing big. Just a name."

"Your middle name is Joel?" Laurance butts in.

"Yeah," I nod. "Shocking I have a middle name, huh?"

"I just didn't think it would be Joel." He shrugs.

"Its my dad's middle name," I say.

"Garte Joel and Garroth Joel. Huh." Aphmau ponders.

"How many times are you gonna say 'Joel' today?" Laurance asks.

Aphmau narrows her eyes at him. I'm ready for a showdown. It takes her a minute to reply.

"A million," she steps back and flips her hair, starting to walk to class.

"Wait up!" Laurance shouts and runs after her.

I can't necessarily run, so I walk to class. The teachers know how bad everything hurts and they're pretty accepting of it. So if I'm a couple seconds late, then I won't get in trouble. Even for a couple minutes.

We walk to our lockers first to grab our things, then to our classes. Laurance and I walk to French together, and Aphmau walks to Math. It's the only period where neither of us are with Aphmau. It's cool, though. There's this one kid named Travis, and he's pretty nice to her.

As long as he doesn't take her.

Laurance and I sit next to each other in class. Again, I sit down too fast and a pain shoots up my back. I arch my my spine a little bit and wince.

"You okay?" Laurance asks.

"Y-Yeah... I'm good." I say with distress in my voice.

"Maybe," Laurance whispers, "you're on your 'man period'."

I make a disgusted face, ready to punch him in both eyes. I also shudder at the thought, dudes having those. I shake the thought out of my mind and look at Laurance.

"You are one disgusting son of a bitch," I whisper.

"I'm a sexy son of a bitch," he says.

"You're a hella annoying son of a bitch."

"How many times are we gonna say son of a bitch?" Laurance asks.

"As many times as Aphmau is gonna say 'Joel'." I reply.

"Dear God..." Laurance says.

"Yeah," I nod.

Laurance or not, I wanna know what this is.

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I literally just added in an extra chapter because it would have been rushed 😂😂

Guys, keep entering your drawings! We're gonna need it!

Thanks for reading! Bai!
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