Senior Year, Biscuits & The Fuentes Family As Told By Nelissa Brown

You know when you wake up but you're too tired to open your eyes? That's me right now. I can hear people talking and things bleeping and such but I can't gather the energy to open my eyes. This time it's not because I'm lazy, I promise!
"If you have killed her I'll break your fingers!" Oh, B's here. Now I'm scared to wake up. She's not very gentle. And she sounds mad. Madder than when I accidentally threw her laptop out of the third floor window. It was an honest mistake.
"I'm sorry!" Was that Mike? "I'm really sorry." Definitely him. What's he sorry for? Oh. Oh!
"I don't care!" B snapped.
"Becky, Nel wouldn't want this." Wow, Cassie is here too.
"I don't know what she wants because she's dead!"
"She's breathing." Tony said.
"So? You're breathing but that doesn't mean you're not a dead man." B said easily. I imagine Tony is quite scared right now.
I finally managed to open my eyes and looked around. Jaime is here too. Oh and my mom. I can't forget her. Looks like we're having a party. I hope I'm not invited, I'm not feeling too good. B looked at me and grinned. "Nel!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around me. It's rude to shout but she's pulling at my wires. And she's being so nice and un-violent.
"Ouch." I muttered.
"I'm sorry!" B rushed. Mom came over and gave a hug. She's more gentle. She's a gentle soul.
"How you feeling, sweetheart?" Mom asked.
"Icky." I frowned.
"I'll go and get the nurse." Mom said and hurried out of the room.
"They'll ask you your full name." B teased.
"No!" I gasped.
"How are we doing, Nelissa?" a nurse asked, appearing and coming into the room. She came over to me and looked at my notes. "What's your date of birth?"
"March 7th 1985." I replied.
"Your age?" Is she stupid?
"Seventeen."
"And your full name?"
"Nelissa Brown. I'm not saying my full name, I'll never live it down." I told her quickly. She looked at my name and laughed.
"Okay." she giggled. Great.
"Can I go yet?"
"Not yet. You only hit your head but you cut it so we want to get it all healing and we want to observe you for a few days to make sure you don't have concussion." she explained.
"Fine." I groaned. Mom shot me a look. I didn't care.
"Can we talk to Nel? We need to say sorry." Mike rushed.
"Okay!" Mom said brightly. O-what? "Quickly Becky- um you..."
"Cassie." she reminded her politely.
"Yes, yes. Quick."
"Why?" B asked.
"No questions. Boys don't like girls that ask too many questions." Oh, now I get it.
Mom dragged B and Cassie out of the room after the nurse. She shut the door and I could see her creeping through the blinds. She's completely obsessed with finding me a boyfriend. She thinks maybe one of the boys will fall in love with me and marry me. We can't go to the mall without her picking out nice young men for me.
"I'm really sorry!" Mike rushed.
"Yeah, we're completely sorry!" Jaime added.
"I'm less sorry because I didn't so much, but I'm still pretty sorry." Tony said.
"It's okay," I shrugged. "It's been a killer adventure."
"What?" Mike gasped.
"What's the catch?" Jaime asked.
"Catch?" I echoed. "No, catch. It's okay." I told them nicely.
"But you got hurt." Mike said.
"What actually happened?" I asked curiously.
"We were just pulling you. He was threatening to kiss you and there's no way he's kissing you. So I kept pulling and then he let go as I pulled you. So you kinda fell into the bench," Mike explained. "It was all our fault. If we never said anything in the first place the jerks wouldn't have came over and started pulling."
"You were innocent." Tony said.
"We were dicks." Jaime added.
"We're so sorry." Mike said again.
"It's really okay," I shrugged. "Just promise you won't do it again."
"We promise!" Mike rushed. "And I get if you don't want to hang out with us anymore. I'd understand. You probably hate us, we put you in hospital."
"I don't hate you." I laughed.
"Really?" Jaime asked brightly.
"You're the best!" Tony grinned.
"Let's go and buy Nel a get well soon present." Mike suddenly said.
"You should do that." I nodded.
"Has anyone got money?" Tony asked. Jaime and Mike exchanged a look. "Fine, looks like I'm buying." he sighed.
The boys got up and shuffled out of my room. Bless 'em.

I got home yesterday. B came along to bring me home. She got to ride shot gun, she's neither sick or a Brown. Nicky was pouting next to me in the back seat. He's normally shot gun. After I'd gone upstairs I was falling asleep right away. B did my homework for me. She even wrote with her left hand. She's a good friend.
I've been sleeping since. I didn't get much sleep in hospital really. They keep waking you up to do your stats. I didn't even wake up every four hours when I got food poisoning. I felt a poke in my cheek. I rolled over and saw Mike, Jaime and Tony. I guess that was payback from Mike.
"What are you all doing here?" I grunted.
"We're here to visit you!" Mike grinned.
"Nicky is scary." Jaime said.
"He isn't like that at work." Tony told him.
"It's because he thinks we're here to sleep with Nel." Jaime thought.
"I wouldn't hook up in this room. Look at the state of it. I might catch something." Mike shuddered.
"It's just grunge." I tried.
"No, it's a mess." Jaime said.
"Not as bad as Jaime's, but pretty bad." Tony told me.
"What's that?!" Mike suddenly exclaimed.
"What?" I paled. I grabbed what he was looking at and stuffed him under my covers.
"What was that?" Tony asked.
"My teddy bear." I replied.
"He looks like he's seen better days." Mike said. He reached under my covers and pulled out my baby and set him sitting up on my bed. He isn't as young as he used to be. His fur is looking a little ratty and his buttons are cracked and is nose is almost falling off now. But if we haven't put my grandma down why should we put him down?
"He's sensitive." I told Mike.
"Right..." he trailed away.
"Tony has a stuffed turtle." Jaime told me.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"Turtle." Tony muttered.
"Original." I mocked.
"What's his name?" Tony asked, gesturing to my baby.
"Abbo Benjamin Christoph Dirk Fitz."
"Weird name." Jaime commented.
"He's German." I said like that explained it, which it kinda did.
"So, where are the biscuits at?" Jaime asked brightly.
"Is that the only reason you came here?" I asked.
"Don't be silly." Mike tried.
"Seriously though, we're hungry." Tony joked.
"The draw in the chest of draws." I said.
"Which one?" Mike asked, getting up to look.
"Any of them. They all have biscuits." I said like he was stupid. Doesn't everyone have a biscuit cabinet?

Notes

Hey everyone. First thank you so much for all your lovely messages. They do mean a lot to me. It's nice to know that you even enjoy reading my stories, never mind are saying such nice things to me when I'm not doing so good. You're all beautiful and deserve the world.

If I've promised to anything or you've messaged me shoot me another message, I have a lot in my inbox so I've probably lost track of it or forgotten. I'm sorry! Just remind me and I'll get back to you. I will be trying to reply today, I'm feeling a little better. My black and white creepers came! So did this months scrummybox. Does anyone else get the scrummybox? I'm also dressed like a kinderwhore and that always cheers me up.

I also have some cool stuff up on my Depop. I'm kelcirray on there. I have some Drop Dead and clothes and jewellery sizes 6/8-12/14 UK size. I'm shipping world wide too! I know DD costs a lot with shipping when you send it outside the UK and I've hardly worn the stuff because of my weight loss. If you're not on Depop but would like to see what I'm selling then message me and I'll sent you pictures and if you're okay to do a paypal transaction with me and give me your address then I can sell it to you that way.

Anyway, what did you all think? I feel like this chapter wasn't funny. Was it funny? What did you love? What did you hate? :)