"Marley?" I heard Johnny call out.
"In here." I called back. I was in bed, sick. I had a high fever, and I just all around just felt miserable. I hated to miss school, but I didn't even feel like getting out of bed.
"Ready to- are you ok?" He asked, looking concerned.
"I've been better." I replied, pulling the cover up higher. He took off his jacket and shoes and got in bed beside me.
"Johnny, what are you doing? You have school." I protested. Just because I had to miss, doesn't mean he had too.
"I'm not going to school if my girl's in bed sick." He smiled and pulled me close. I drifted back off to sleep.
A few hours later, I woke up feeling worse than before. Johnny had a concerned look on his face.
"You're burning up!" He said, feeling of my forehead. I buried my head into his chest and groaned. My throat was absolutely killing me.
"I'll be back." He mumbled and got up. He came back a few minutes later with some medicine and a glass of water.
"Thank you." I smiled. He kissed my forehead and disappeared again. My head was pounding, and I couldn't wait for the medicine to set in.
Johnny appeared back in my doorway, this time holding a bowl of soup.
"Here ya go." He smiled, handing me the bowl. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. After I ate, we sat like this for a while. Eventually, I was getting drowsy because of the medicine. We layed down, but he kept his arms around me. I feel back asleep, but not before I heard him say something.
"I love you Mar." He whispered. I smiled inwardly and drifted back off.
When I woke up, Johnny wasn't there anymore. My dad came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed.
"How ya feeling?" He asked, ruffling my hair.
"Fine. Where's Johnny?" I asked. It was weird of him not to say goodbye. He looked at me with a confused face then a concerned one. Maybe he didn't know Johnny stopped by. He looked hesitant before answering.
"Sweetheart.. Johnny has been dead for three months." He told me. No, that's not possible. He was just here. He's not dead, I know better.
"But dad, he was just here." I cried out. I was practically bawling by now. What kind of sick joke was this?
"Oh, baby." My dad mumbled. He had tears in his eyes and pulled me close.
"He's not gone! He can't be!" I shouted. My dad didn't say anything, he just pulled me tighter. I fought back, trying to get out of his hold, but eventually gave up. I sat there and cried, slowly wearing myself out again. He layed me down on my bed. He kissed my forehead and told me to get some sleep.
"She's doing it again." I head him say to my mom.
"Honey, she needs time. She really loved him and she doesn't want to let go." Mom answered.
"I know. Its just hard to see her like this." His voice cracked at the end. I heard their footsteps and I guess they were going to the living room.
What do they mean I'm doing it again? I know Johnny was here and somebody was playing a sick joke. He would come by later and apologize for it and hug me and hold me all night.
Johnny can't be gone. He never leaves without saying goodbye.