I woke up very sick this morning with a bad stomach flu. Trey wanted to hangout today but I'm so sick. I keep hearing mom say I should go to the doctors, but it's because I'm never sick and I'm actually sick so she thinks there's something wrong. Everything's fine. I don't really mind being sick that much, I get time to myself to do nothing but watch movies and drink tea and eat soup. It's like I wouldn't want it any other way. I grabbed my laptop and decided to watch some movies online, I started off with watching Disney's Frozen because it's a feel good movie, then decided to go with a sad dramas like Forrest Gump and The Notebook.
I've been watching movies all evening and mom called me down for a phone call. I picked up the phone, "Hello?" I asked, not knowing who was on the other line. "Hey, Olivia. Are you up for a movie tonight?" It's Trish. "Sorry Trish, I wish I could. But I woke up with the stomach flu this morning." I answered back. "It's okay, we'll go this weekend if you're feeling better. Hey, did you hear about Trey?" She asked. "No, what happened?" I asked nervously. "He got taken home because he vomited in class." "Trish, I've been vomiting all day, he has a weak immune system I guess, because he was just out with the stomach flu a few weeks ago." There was a long pause before Trish added, "Livy, it wasn't regular vomit... He was puking up blood."
I couldn't stand to listen anymore, I don't care how sick I am. I need to see what is wrong with Trey. I put on my old Chuck Taylor high top converse, a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie and ran for Trey's house, just hoping I wasn't going to vomit. Luckily I didn't and I made it to his house clear with no stomach sickness.
I knocked on the door, just waiting for someone to answer ASAP. It took a few minutes for Trey's mom to open the door, and she said, "Livy hun, you're sick and Trey's sick too. Go home before either one gets worse." I sighed, "No. I'm sorry, but I just ran here because I heard what happened to Trey in class today and if you think I'm going to leave him be like that I don't think so." Trey's mom forced a smile, and said "You really do love him, I'm glad. He needs you." I hugged her tightly and then ran up to Trey's room where I knew he was laying on his bed, staring at the sealing. I knocked, then opened the door. "Olivia? What are you doing here? I thought you had the flu?" He asked. I sighed for about the millionth time, "Yeah, I do but I heard what happened at school today and I want to know why it happened." He kept looking at me, he was fighting for words to come out of his mouth but he couldn't say anything. "Trey, I need you to tell me. I'm scared." I said trying not to tear up. He had to take a few breaths before telling me what he needed to tell me. "Livy, you know I love you right?" He asked. "Of course I do, why would you ask me that?" I asked nervously. He took a deep breath and began telling me his story.
"When I was 10, I would always be going to the doctors because something would be wrong with me. I would be vomiting a lot, having intense heartburn and discomfort in my lower abdomen. This isn't normal stuff for a 10 year old kid to be having. So, the doctors did some stomach tests and told me I was stage 2, of stomach cancer and told me there was nothing they or anybody could do. They told me, I'll be lucky to see 20 but it's most unlikely." He started crying, "Olivia, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you the truth earlier and I'm sorry for lying." I started crying with him and told him it was okay and I forgive him. We lied down together for the rest of the night and I fell asleep crying in his arms.