Wanting things is a part of life. Now getting it all, well.. that's another story. No one can get every single thing they want, even if they are billionaires. There will still be things missing. Even if they don't realize that right away.

I sit on my bed with a book. I don't know the name, the book is so old and some of the pages are torn. But it's fascinating.

A line catches my eye.

"In the world, there are many dangers. But the most dangerous one is you."

I grab a highlighter and start to highlight and take sidenotes in the margin.

I fall asleep a few hours later, the book propped open on my stomach.

Poke

Poke

Poke

"Poke me one for time and I will poke your damn eye out." I turn over, hearing something fall on the floor.

I peek an eye open and see Astor bending down to pick it up. I panic when I see what it is.

I jump and snatch it out of his hands. He looks at me with shock and surprise. He raises an eyebrow.

"It's just personal stuff." I shrug, feeling my cheeks turn pink.

"You're adorable." He chuckles, laying down on my bed and putting his head in my lap. He pushes his head against my hand, wanting me to play with his hair.

"Hey Astor?" I speak up after a few minutes of silence.

"Mhm?" He mumbles, half asleep while I play with his hair.

What are we?

Are we friends or what..?

"Do you remember what we were supposed to do for our history project?" He turns ober, facing the ceiling while popping his eyes open to look at me.

"Yeah it's on the French Revolution. We are supposed to make a poster to represent it. With, like, 10 facts, 1 person, and a few pictures. Why?" He yawns.

"I haven't started and it's due Tuesday." I give him a sheepish smile.

"You procrastinator!" He gawks at me before giving me a lopsided grin. "It's okay, I'll help you. Come on." He gets up. Taking my hand and dragging me to sit on the floor. We spread all the work out and start working on it. Eventually, I dose off laying on the floor next to Astor while he's going through my sheets of paper. The last thing I recall is someone being draped over me, making me curl into a ball against the side of his leg.

I wake up a few hours later, puking my guts out. At first,no felt really queasy, just thinking it was because I haven't eaten. Since Astor put me in the bed sometime, with his pasted out there beside me, I stand up. But I make a quick dash for the toilet.

"Rebecca?" Astor comes running in behind me a few minutes later. I put my arms up and hold my head, feeling my head point against my skull.

"I need my meds in the mirror vanity." I tell him before heaving out my guts again. Of course this was all because of my migraine. It always is.

Making quick work, he pulls my hair in a pony tail and grabs my meds. He presses two pills to the palm of my hand before handing me a glass of water. I quickly take them before I get sick again. After a while, I only get sick once after I take my meds, so Astor helps me get into my room. He lays me on my bed and presses a cold wash cloth to my forehead.

He stared at me in horror, terrified at what just happened.

"It happens all the time. I'll be fine." I give him a weak smile before grabbing his hand and dozing back off. Letting the medicine and the cold wash cloth do its job.

Sorry it's short. I'll make up for it I swear!

Put the name of your book you entered in the comments and I will go check it out! I need more books to read anyway!