"Ugh, stupid flu." you sniffled, blowing your nose. You were sick for a whole week now and had missed a few days of school. You were sure that all of your friends thought you were dead. Normally, you wouldn't miss school even if it was an enormous cataclysm, but you just felt worse than all of Europe did during the Black Death. Well maybe not, but it was close. It was incredibly dreary outside and the weather report called for a lightning storm. It hadn't started raining yet, but the sun was blacked out by the clouds. It was like the sky felt your pain.
All of a sudden you heard a knock at your door,"Ugh...why me...." you complain, getting out of bed. You aren't expecting anyone and your parents weren't going to get home anytime soon especially if the sky decided to cry. You opened the door and to your surprise it was John Egbert,'This geek...great...' you thought.
"______!" He gave you his derpy smile and almost jumped into your arms but you stepped aside, letting him fall on the floor. His voice made your throbbing headache ten times worse. Yes, it was that annoying,"You're alive!" he looked up at you from the floor, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Hello, John..." you sighed, lightly tapping him with your foot.
The smile disappeared from his face, "Hey, you don't look so good. Are you alright?"
His ignorance angered you,"Yes, John. I'm absolutely fine considering my home is filled to the sealing with tissues and pain killers," you say sarcastically,"Get up."
"Aw, cheer up! I brought some cake!" he smiled again, holding up a small box of cake from the bakery. The box was tied neatly with a tiny ribbon.
"Cake? John, seriously? What happened to chicken soup or some other remedy?" you take the treat from his grasp and mentally face-palm.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were sick. We were all worried about you. My friend Jade suggested that I bring you a piece of cake."
"I understand that Jade would like to help but why did you come alone?"
"I don't know. I just did."
"Wonderful." you sigh,"You might as well come in," You were really uncomfortable being alone with John. It was just that you didn't know anything about him except that his voice was annoyingly adorable, his smile was horribly cheery, and his hair color reminded you of a raven, though it was messy like a dog's fur would be. You and John never really got to know each other even if he'd lived in your neighborhood for a very long time.
You sat on the couch and you kept tissues close,"So what did I miss in school?" you ask, reluctantly starting a conversation.
"Not much. It was just a bunch of finals preparation and stuff like that. There wasn't much homework." he told you. You shivered and got chills down your back. John noticed this,"You look cold, ______. Do you wanna go to your bedroom?" he asked, getting up from the chair near the sofa.
You sprawled out on the couch,"I don't wanna move. I'm too tired."
"I'll carry you, then."
"You? Carry me? Nah. You'll just hurt yourself."
"Alright, if you insist, but you still look cold. Here," he began to take off his blue hoodie and you immediately stopped him, expecting that he had nothing underneath.
"I've got a blanket, it's okay," you began to search for a blanket to cover yourself, but gave up after about ten seconds because you were so tired,"Never mind," you sighed and flopped over the side of the couch. You watched him take the hoodie off and he indeed had a t-shirt with a green slime ghost on it,'oh, good' you thought. His hair was now even messier.
He walked to your place on the couch,"Put this on," he insisted,tugging at your baggy pajama shirt.
You groan and stand up,"Are you sure? I might get you sick if you...put it back on and...it's freezing outside. You'll need it...to get home."
"Yeah, I'm sure. You need it more..." he smiled, handing you the article of clothing. Just then you realized that his smile was actually really cute. You put the hoodie on and it was as soft as a cloud and it made you want to fall asleep where you stood. No, seriously. You were falling asleep. You began to walk to your bedroom, only to find that you didn't know where you were going,'That can't be good' you whisper to yourself and let your legs buckle beneath you.