"At least we got good friends giving me great times."

[likefatherlikeson]

Who: Justin Campbell and Amarlie-Rose Satori with anyone else who wants to jump in
What: Overdue Squad Chillout
Where: Casa de Campbell, Upper East Side
When: Weekend Sleepover

It had been way too long since their squad had a decent hangout. There had been the holidays and a bunch of family shit going on - not to mention Justin discovering he had a long-lost biological birth mother out there who loved him - that time just got away and they hadn't had a chance to get together as a group. Those of them that lived at Casa de Campbell decided this weekend was it, and PJs and hot chocolate were a much, considering they were expecting snow. It was the shitty weather that had them deciding a sleepover would be fun. There was plenty of room and it would give them the chance to hang out and have fun, especially with Justin's tour due to kick off in a few weeks where he and a lot of his friends who worked with him would be on the road soon.

Dressed in his fluffy rainbow onesie PJs, Justin grabbed a Krispy Kreme donut and a can of Diet Dr Pepper and leapt over the back of the couch, dropping in the spot right up next to his sister, Amarlie, giving her a mischievous grin. "So - how about them vajayjays?" he asked pointedly, licking some donut glaze off his pinkie finger.

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[truthrunswild]

Fin's eyebrows shot up and he tried to scrutinize Zeke for a moment, trying to see if it seemed like he had recently lost his virginity. He remembered when he lost his own, his stepdad basically knew as soon as he walked into the room. But then, Fin was a healthy fifteen year old at the time and loved everything about sex. The only time he couldn't successfully do it was after he had a dizzy episode or Shannon's pain was flaring up. But both he and Shannon were 100% sexually functionable. Zeke wasn't. It was a different thing for him. "You're looking a bit less green, Z. You want a soda or a cup of tea or something? I guess you, like, don't wanna make Will all scared his cancer might come back and stuff. But I think he'd tell you if that was it, yeah? You gotta talk. You talk to him about stuff, yeah? Not just trying to all spare him from the burden. That never really works, you know."

[playingtowin]

Zeke struggled to pull himself up with a slight shake of his head. "Nope, I think I'm actually gonna hurl and I don't wanna ruin everyone's fun by doing it in front of them all." He somehow - messily - got himself up off the sofa with only a slight hit of dizziness getting upright. He headed for the door with his hand to his mouth just in case, even if he was truly appreciating Shannon and Fin trying to have a heart-to-heart with him. Cancer didn't operate on any convenient schedule. He had that hot nauseous sick feeling all over and he had plenty of experience with this to know when his gut was sending him warning signals. He made it to the bathroom and flicked the toilet seat up, leaning over it and taking some deep breaths, waiting for the inevitable. Just because he was an expert in throwing up didn't mean he wanted it anymore than the next person. What he probably needed was to be curled up in bed with a hot water bottle but he what he wanted was to be with his friends having fun. This wasn't fun. It hit hard and came with another wave of wooziness, breaking out in a cold sweat. How the fuck was he supposed to feel sexy like this?

[wordsofwisdom]

Shannon's stomach clenched with worry and with Fin's help, he whipped himself back into his wheelchair so he could go help Zeke if he needed it. It was just in time too. He got to the bathroom as Zeke finished throwing up and swayed woozily. Shannon managed to grab him around the waist just as he passed out and clumsily pulled Zeke onto his lap. "Fuck, he should be in bed! Oh shit!" Even out cold, Zeke was still throwing up and Shannon copped the brunt of it over his knees and legs. "Do you think you can get him to lie down on the floor, babe? Just get him into the recovery position. I don't know how long he'll be out for. Fuck, I hate cancer. I fucking hate it. Should we ge Will? I'd wanna know if it was you who was sick."

[truthrunswild]

"Yeah, for sure. I'll go ask Sash, too, if he's got a change of clothes you guys can follow." Fin got Zeke down on the bathroom mat and covered him with a towel so he didn't get cold. He didn't go back to the chillout room right away, though. He got Zeke a glass of water and cleaned up some of the mess with another towel and face cloth the best he could. He gave Shannon a kiss. "I'll be right back, babe. He's so sick, he should be in bed but I know he misses hanging out."

He hurried over to where Sash was still chatting with Cas but he couldn't spot Will. "Hey, sorry, Cas. Can I borrow Sash for a bit? Can you give us a hand, dude? Zeke's just gotten sick everywhere in the bathroom and we were wondering if he could borrow a change of clothes. He ain't doing well, he passed out. I think he's just gotta be in bed."

[beautifulday]

Sasha pushed up off the sofa and nodding. "Fuck. Yeah, of course. Cas, can you let Will know when he comes back with Layla? I thought he was looking sick when he got here. He's been pushing himself too much because he's panicking about not getting better. I know why too. He's coming up to the timeframe when Andi was told she was terminal after her second diagnosis. It's easy to lose hope and try not to admit to yourself you're losing hope," he told Fin and once they got to the bathroom, Zeke was coming around. He crouched down beside him, rubbing his back. "Z, it's Sash, buddy. Don't try to move yet, okay? Wait until it passes a little more. I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. I think we need to get you to bed to lie down. You don't have to go home, you're welcome to chill in our guest room. Think you can keep a little water down or you're not done being sick yet? It's okay, you're not alone. We're right here."

[playingtowin]

Squinting against the bathroom lights, Zeke groaned and put his hand over his face. "Oh fuck, I'm on the floor again." Sash was now there too, so apparently his body had gone and betrayed him again. The puke smell was unavoidable and the more he came around through the achy wooziness, he realised he must've thrown up all over himself, exactly what he had been trying to avoid. The only silver lining through all of this was he still had a stoma bag so his other end couldn't go out in sympathy too like it would when he had a functioning bowel. "I hate this. I'm so fucking sorry, guys. This is bullshit when it's supposed to be chillout time. 'Kay, I admit it, I need to be in bed. Fuck. Fuck everything..."