A few days passed by before I saw Heather again. I ended up getting sick. I didn't like to think that I was a lightweight but someone had definitely spiked the punch bowl with something and that had led to issues. However, the night had been an all around success either way. I had loved every moment of it, far more than I had expected to. I hadn't known how it was going to end up but I was glad that we had stayed as a group rather than Heather and Drew spending the whole evening together. I knew that the two of them were probably going to end up together roo enough, though. They just seemed so perfect together and even I couldn't deny that. They were part of the same band, after all. I was beginning to realise that I couldn't really compete with that.

However, I knew that if Drew had to be with anyone rather than me then it would probably be a good thing for him to be with Heather. She was a kind girl despite my previous thoughts on her. I almost regret thinking those things about her at all. I supposed that we all learnt from our errors with time.

My phone soon began to buzz, so I instinctively checked it to find that I had received a call from Heather. I swiftly called her back.

"Hey Heather," I said.

"Zoe, are you okay? You haven't been at school for days and I was getting slightly worried. You know that I care. You're one of my closest friends. What's up?" she asked me.

Of course, I hadn't meant to worry her. I had simply been too sick to even use my phone the past few days. I had tried to study, by reading the revision cards I had made on my phone, where possible. I needed to study regardless of what was happening with me and I knew that Riley would ultimately agree too. It was my final year of school and I was determined to so well no matter what.

"I'm a little sick," I admitted.

"Well, can I come over? I could bring you soup," she told me, with a caring tone to her voice.

I could imagine Heather with her long blonde hair tied up into a ponytail, as her blue eyes became filled with concern as she made soup for me.

"You don't have to," I said.

"But I want to. I like spending time with you," she told me.

My heart skipped a beat sat her kind words. How was it that she could be such a friendly person to everyone? She was incredible.

I ultimately agreed to her question because I didn't want to make her upset and I told my mother that she would be visiting so she could open the door for her.

A few minutes passed by before I heard a knock at the front door and I knew instantaneously that it was her.

I could hear her melodic voice speak, as she spoke to my mother and then proceeded to walk up the stairs.

A short while after Heather had arrived, she walked over to me with a compassionate expression upon her face.

"Are you okay, Zoe?" she asked Me, as she placed the flask of soup down on the table beside my bed.

"I'm feeling a little better. I don't really know what's wrong with me. I hope I feel better soon, though," I said, with a slight smile.

Heather's eyes became filled with sympathy, as she gave a nod of her head in response.

"I hope you feel better soon, too," she told me.

I managed to sit u in the bed and could have some if the soup. Surprisingly, it made me feel a little better right away. The warmth of the time to soup made my stomach feel a little better and reduced the pounding sensation that I had in my chest.

"Do you want me to stay with you for a little while?" Heather asked me.

I was hardly going to turn her away.

"That would be great, Heather. Thank you," I told her.

Heather beamed back at me, as she took the seat beside me bed.

My eyes fluttered closed as I listened to her humming a time quietly.

"You should sing," I said.

"Do you think that could make you feel better?" she asked me.

I shrugged.

"It usually does," I said honestly.

"Okay, Zoe. Only for you," she replied and started to sing.

It seemed as though a voice from the Heavens had filled the room again.

I had to take a moment to wonder how it as possible for someone as beautiful as Heather was to be beautiful in so many other ways, too. While she was physically beautiful, she was also one of the kindest and sweetest people I had ever known. That was where her true beauty could be found, in her soul.

Heather continued to sing and I felt a smile work its way onto my lips, as I listened intently to every shift in the pitch of her voice and every adjustment in the tone of her voice, too.

I opened my eyes and met Heather's gaze and she sang until it was time for the song to end.

"You know something?" I asked her.

"What?" she replied.

"I really admire you for coming over and being here for me," I said.

"It's just what I do. You're my friend, Zoe, and I wanted you to know that," she said.

I nodded in understanding.

"I suppose at first I was worried that you were only really around for Drew," I replied.

"Why would I only be around for him?" she asked me, as her expression conveyed curiosity.

"I thought you liked him. He likes you," I said.

Heather's eyes widened a fraction, then, and I wondered if I had said too much.

"Why do you care so much?" she asked me.

I swallowed.

"It's...not important," I said, as I took another sip of the soup.

"Whatever, Zoe. I'll be here whenever you feel like being anything other than vague," she said.

After that, she made her way out of my room and said goodbye to my mother.