Alex wasn’t at school today. I sent him a few dozens of texts, trying to see of he was sick or something. I may be over-reacting. But already this kid has me wrapped around his finger. I thought about it allot last night, while trying to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it actually.
Third period came around, and I finally got a text back.
Hey I’m at the hospital.
I didn’t even sign, out, I just walked out of school, jogging to the hospital that would take me 20 minutes to get to. Is he okay? Is he really badly hurt? I pouted, my jog increasing in speed at the thoughts.
I’ve only knew this kid for one day. But I feel like I’ve known him for years. So, I’m very worried about him.
When I got to the doors of the hospital I got another text. But it was from my mom.
Jack what the hell are you doing out of school? They called me, seeing you run out.
I decided it’d be better to call her and explain then send a blunt message.


“Jack, you are in trou-” “Mom Alex is in the hospital, he texted me in third period. I should have texted you first I’m sorry, but I really have to see him.”
My mother gasped. “Why? Is he hurt badly?”
“I have no idea mom. But I have a feeling something bad happened, and you know me. When I get that feeling, I’m almost always right.”
She sighed heavily. “Alright Jack. Matter of fact, I’ll be down there in a few okay?”

I love my mom. She was really caring, even if I was missing half a day of school to see a boy I’ve only met yesterday.
I walked in, asking for Alex’s room, but they told me to sit down.
A couple walked up to me, crying. “Y-you must be the new friend Alex was talking about.
He was awake awhile ago. He’s sleeping right now. I’m his mother, Isobel.”
I sat down with the distressed parents, talking to them a little bit, until my mother arrived.
Isobel and my mom hugged each other. My mom letting her cry on her shoulder.
Why were they crying so much? Alex was okay. He’s just recovering.

As if an answer to my thought, Alexs’ father patted my back saying, “You must think why we are crying so much. Alex is okay, but our family is not. Well how Alex got into the hospital, was he found out his brother committed suicide last night, and had a large anxiety attack. He passed out, and we found him later on in the night. We thought he took pills and did the same as Tom, taking him to the hospital. We found out he was just having a hard time breathing from such a large attack.”
My mouth hung ajar to the man. “I-i don’t even know what to say..I’m really sorry.” He shook his head, walking away, crying again.
All the sorrows were getting to me, and I teared up as well. I don’t know how it would feel to loose my bigger sister... Well, I think I’d have an anxiety attack myself.

I finally got to see Alex about an hour later when he woke up. He looked so exhausted, but excited to see me. Pulling up a chir to his bedside, I sat down to look at him. “Alex, after this we should really just do something.” I blushed a bit.
“Jack Barakat, are you asking me out on a date?” His eyes were tired, but he had a smirk on his face.
“Welp, I guess I am.”





*Alex*

I patted Jack’s head. “Yea. I’d really like that.”
I kind of suspected Jack was gay, or bisexual. I wasn’t either, but something about Jack just intrigued me. I thought he was adorable, and he makes me nervous sometimes.
Jack listens to me as if I’m the most interesting person in the world.
He’s a cool guy , and I actually wouldn’t mind giving him a try.

Jack smiled wide, laughing a little. “That went better then expected.”
“Jack, I’ll let you skip school tomorrow to stay with Alex. His parents have something important to do, and don’t want him alone in the state he’s in.” His mom called from across the room, where my parents and Jack’s mom were talking. He shrugged. “I guess I’ll take you out tomorrow if you’re up for it.”
“Totally. That would be super fun.”
I trusted that Jack would make tomorrow awesome.

Notes

This is shorter then my other chapters so far. ;-; But I'm sick</3