Unwrapped

~Andy~

I watched Taylor laying on his bunk, starring up at the roof, holding his star necklace. Ashley had told all of us what it meant to him, CC's eyes had flashed with something I couldn't quite read.
I could hear my own voice singing Unholy through his ear buds, Taylor hadn't really moved since all the other guys had gone out, and he'd smiled at me before disappearing into the bunks, clearly thinking of something heavy judging by his dark expression.
Taylor suddenly leapt from the bed, scrambled past me, and ran to the toilet before violently retching. I ran in following him, feeling helpless as I watched him gag and vomit.
"Go get the black ba-" again he coughed and threw up more, "black bag hanging on my bed." He ordered, returning to his sickness. I ran into the bunks and instantly saw the black bag, we all knew about it, but hadn't asked what was in it. I grabbed it and ran back to him, he took it, and ripped it open, dumping the contents on the floor. Pill bottles rolled around, along with a tooth brush, tooth paste, and other weird things.
Such as tampons.
Why would a boy- holy crap he's a she!
I stood in shock as she rummaged through the pill bottles before grabbing an over the counter nausea medication. Opening it quickly she shook out a huge pink pill before swallowing it dry. I waited for her to stand shakily, before confronting her.
"Your a girl!?"
"Huh?" She looked down, saw her accusatory objects, and turned bright pink, she fell to the floor and started shoving everything into the bag again.
:"So I guess I'm busted then. Should I go pack now?" I thought about telling her yes, but Taylor the boy had become a good friend, and I didn't figure Taylor the girl would be very different.
"No. I'll keep your secret." I said, giving her a weak smile,
"Really!? Thank you!" She threw her arms around me, then started coughing and went back to throwing up, I went into her bag and grabbed the nausea pills for her, she took one, and sat on the floor, waiting for them to take affect.
"So, what's with the pills?"
"I get motion sickness, those cure it, but I forgot to take one."
'We aren't moving though." I pointed out,
"The bed rocks." She answered shortly,
"Then why not stay in the living room?"
"I've been avoiding getting caught. Staying with you guys alone is not good for that. Guess it doesn't matter though, blew it anyways." She laughed weakly before going pail and leaning against me, moaning slightly.
I put an arm around her, rubbing it slightly she didn't move again until about ten minutes later, when she stood grabbed her tooth brush and paste, and brushed her teeth, making a face at the mixed taste of mint and whatever she's eaten for dinner.
"Feeling better?" I asked when she finished, she nodded, and went to go lay down on the couch.

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