~I don't even have an excuse. I'm just lazy. Feel free to scold me.~
Well, John was right. You were currently sitting in bed, with a fever, and boy this was not how you wanted to spend this week. You groaned, scanning the previously clean room which was now covered in used tissues, and empty cans and bottles. You curled yourself up into a blanket burrito, and was ready to sleep the rest of the day, when you were inturrupted by a knock on your door. "Go away" You said groggily, trying to sound annoyed that this intruder was inturrupting your misery, but really you just sounded pathetic. Whoever it was rudely barged into your room, with no warning.
"Sup"
You groaned, and rolled over. You were glad that your cheeks were already flushed because of your fever, otherwise you wouldn't of been able to hide the blush on your face. "What do you want.."
Dave sat down on your bed, and rolled you over and smiled, running his fingers through your hair. Dear lord that damn smile. It wasn't a half smile like, "I'm trying to make your heart melt." It wasn't a smirk like, "I'm attractive and I know it". It was genuine. "Yo, you okay there?"
"Hmm...yah". You yawned, composing yourself before you lost your self control and kissed him. "What did you want again?"
"I'm going to take care of you"
"No". You rolled around. You were already having trouble not falling in love with him. You didn't need him to be nicer to you.
"Come on, it's not like I want to. Everyone else is out."
Well, that hurt. "Fine. Just let me sleep".
"Mhm, tell me if you need anything".
Then he was gone. And it hurt. But you didn't like him anyway. Atleast you kept telling yourself that.
