Red's P.O.V

It was a Friday night, and me and Barney were crashing out (aka partying) and his house. We usually do this on Friday nights, and it makes me so happy and lucky that I get to hang out with my little Barney.

"Coke, Pepsi, Sprite, or Orange Crush?" Barney called, his head in the freezer looking for a drink. I giggled. Why is Barney so cute?

"Hmm...Sprite please!" I yelled back. He nodded and took out a Sprite Zero for me, and a Diet Coke for him. He passed me the drink,

"Thank you, baby." I murmured, kissing his cheek. He closed his eyes, relaxing. He blushed, making me blush harder. 

"Yours welcome." He squeaked. He have me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled, and cracked open my sprite and sipped it down, the cold liquid trickling down my throat. I licked my lips, getting drunk on sugar.

Barney let me in his secret stash of candy, and I've been getting drunk on his candy. (k that sounded wierd). 

I yawned, and snuggled up close to him, while we were calmly, watching TV. I licked on a green lollipop. Barney then switched to a random channel, which had Lion King on it.

"My favourits movie!" He cheered. I grinned,

"Keep it on then, burnie." I muttered softly. He kissed my forehead, and happily watched the movie.

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It was mid way through the movie, when my text ring tone went off. I peered over at my phone. I didn't like to text near Barney, so I wouldn't be rude.

"Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom." I said, getting up. He just chuckled, and his eyes traced by to the tv. 

I rushed over to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. It was...from my dad! (Who was in California). His text was,

Dad: Micheal! This is horrible! Your mother has obtained Bronchus! She is very sick, and may possibly die! This is horrible! My son...

What!? N-no! My mother...Tears soaked down, and I texted back,

Red: WHAT!? Is she okay!?

Dad: I-I don't know, son...You have to come to California. Maybe move back and quit your job...

Red: My job!? But...Dad!

Dad: Your mother may die! You have to leave Barney! 

Tears fell some more,

Red: Okay...I'll come. I'll organize the plan after I tell him....

Dad: Okay, thank you. 

I began to sob, and I took a towel and hollered in the towel. 

"NO!" I screamed, but it was muffled. Ross...Barney...Mom...Dad! 

I stayed there for a good 20 minutes, and I knew Barney was worried. I sniffled, washed my face and got out.

"What took you so long, dirt?" He laughed. I gulped and sat next to him.

How am I going to tell him this?

Ohhh! :D Thanks for reading, I'll update soon :3

-Ice♥