Being Sick doesn't Always Suck!
Summary: Dil's sick... but being sick doesn't always suck right?
Warning: Contains some slashy moments! Not much cussing...
Disclaimer: If I owned then well the show wouldn't be for little kiddies!
A/N: I wrote this story because I am currently sick... and it just popped into my head! I hope you like it! Not Beta'ed because I didn't feel like sending it out! ::grins widely::
'Bored, Bored,' I think staring off into space and breaking into another fit of coughs. 'Dang colds really suck.'
"Dil, phone," my mother yells up to me.
"I'll get it up here," I reponse getting off of my bed. "Hello?" I ask as I pick up the phone.
"Dilly-poo?" I hear on the other end.
"Like oh my god! It's Joey-doo!" I exclaim laughing and coughing.
"You ok?" he asks me, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little cough. What happened today at school?" I ask.
"Oh well there was like five fights today. All of them happened at lunch. I tried to start one with your brother. He looked at me like I was weird," Joey replied.
"Well you are weird," I say grinning.
"So..."
"Haha! You finally admit it! Wait that's me that won't admit I'm weird... Wait back up again... I just admitted that I was weird... Dang!"
"Talking to yourself again?"
"Yes, my father said that it was ok as long as I don't answer myself."
"Heh, well can I come over?"
"Don't know... want me to ask?"
"Duh, dumbass," came a smart remark.
"Freaking fruit."
"Fuck you!"
"Been there, done that!"
The line went silent.
"Joey?!"
"Huh what? Sorry just thinking."
"That's a first. Hold up let me ask the mother if you can come over," I tell him putting my hand over the mouth piece and yelling. "MOTHER CAN JOEY COME OVER AND HELP ME WITH THE HOMEWORK I MISSED TODAY?"
"SURE."
"THANKS MOM!" I yelled back removing my hand. "She said yes."
"No she said 'sure.' You and your family is loud!"
"And..."
"Well I'm gonna come..." I started coughing again.
"You... sure? I mean you can get sick?" I ask after my coughing fit stopped.
"Of course... I'll see you in a bit," he said before hanging up the phone.
"What? No bye?" I ask to the dial tone. 'I shouldn't let him in now."
Five minutes and thirty seconds later Joey shows up, but who's counting? I swear I wasn't counting, ok so I was but it doesn't matter. I mean it doesn't mean anything... right? I jump at the knock on the door, I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice him walking up the sidewalk.
"Hey!" I greet.
"Sup?" he reponse.
"Nothing, kinda sick."
"Well no duh, my mother made you some soup. You can eat it later."
"Sweet thanks! Let's go up to my room and you can tell me what happened today!" I exclaim grinning.
"Alrighty," he replys also grinning.
The light in my room isn't on, so it's pretty dark when we enter.
"Well little vampire, think we can turn the lights on?" he says in a joking manner.
"No the light it burns!" I say laughing.
"Oh well your problem not mine," he tells me laughing.
"Freaking fruit cake," I mumble under my breathe.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing."
"Good," he says tackling me.
"Get off," I attempt to say in a serious voice, but failing very badly.
"But Dilly-poo!"
"What happened today at school?" I ask pushing him off me.
"Well there were five fights, but I only saw three... The three I saw happened in less than ten minutes," he says grinning. "Yeah but nothing really cool happened besides that. What did you do all day?"
"I watched 'Dora, The Explorer.' The bull was turned into a potatoe, kinda freaky."
"Heh, I bet."
We sit in a semi-comfortable silence, our knees slighty touching, he doesn't seem to notice. Mentally I'm jumping for joy, who would have thought I would like my best friend? Wait hold up, I like my best friend? This isn't really good.
"Dil?! Dude! Come in Dilly!" I hear him exclaim as he waves his hands in my face.
"Huh? What happened?" I ask grabbing his hand.
"Oh you looked troubled," he reponses.
"Oh," I say quietly, noticing I still had his hand in mine. 'Don't get your hopes up Dil.' I think.
'But what if this is a sign?'
'What if it isn't?'
"But it could be.'
'I rather not make a fool of myself, but I'll hold the hand until he pulls away.'
'That's my boy.'
"That's not normal," I think aloud.
"What isn't?"
"Nothing," I mumble.
"What's up? You spaced out like two times and it's looks like you are having a battle with yourself," he says.
"Oh, it's nothing, nothing at all."
He's concerned! God, he looks so hot in those clothes. The black pants and the black shirt, they bring... ok so they don't bring out his green eyes. The eye make-up, the lip gloss, I wonder what flavor it is.
"Dil!" he exclaims.
"Yeah?"
"You had a goofy smile on your face. You're thinking about me aren't you?" he asks in a teasing voice.
"So what if I am," I reply using the same voice.
"Really?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"You know it's not nice to do that," he says before leaning over and giving me a slight kiss on the lips.
"W-what the fuck?" I whisper.
"S-sorry," he tells me. "I don't know why I did that. I should go."
"No... stay for awhile," I said in a suggesting manner.
He looks in my eyes, like he is looking for an answer. I lean over and kiss him hard on the mouth. He's tense at first, but soon relaxes and puts his hands on my neck. My hands sneak around his waist as I pull him onto my lap. His hands roaming through my hair. I run my tongue over his lips, asking for entrance.
'Ha! Granted!' I exclaim in my head.
Our tongues battling in a blissful fight, wanting domination over the other. No one wins this battle. We break apart panting and grinning.
"If you get sick, it's not my fault," I say laughing.
"Ok Dilly-poo," he says laughing.
"Guess being sick isn't such a bad thing," I tell him grinning.
"You should get sick more often," he tells me.
~Fin~
A/N: Like it? Hate it? I'm invading the Rugrats section with slash!!! Yes, I like OC's with Dil, because Tommy and Chuckie were meant for each other and Phil... Well Phil isn't a slashable person in my eyes. Review it! Oh and the five fights thing... that happened at my school last friday! It was so ghetto... Fights here are so... boring... they barely hit each other... and there isn't much blood loss! lol Well I'm out! peace Talk to me on AIM: FucEmotions, Yahoo: Lakiepoo89 I have Msn... tell me your S/N and I'll add you to it... next chapter for WMoOC will be out... in a while... I still have to write it and get it edited... ::innocent grin:: BYE!
Summary: Dil's sick... but being sick doesn't always suck right?
Warning: Contains some slashy moments! Not much cussing...
Disclaimer: If I owned then well the show wouldn't be for little kiddies!
A/N: I wrote this story because I am currently sick... and it just popped into my head! I hope you like it! Not Beta'ed because I didn't feel like sending it out! ::grins widely::
'Bored, Bored,' I think staring off into space and breaking into another fit of coughs. 'Dang colds really suck.'
"Dil, phone," my mother yells up to me.
"I'll get it up here," I reponse getting off of my bed. "Hello?" I ask as I pick up the phone.
"Dilly-poo?" I hear on the other end.
"Like oh my god! It's Joey-doo!" I exclaim laughing and coughing.
"You ok?" he asks me, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little cough. What happened today at school?" I ask.
"Oh well there was like five fights today. All of them happened at lunch. I tried to start one with your brother. He looked at me like I was weird," Joey replied.
"Well you are weird," I say grinning.
"So..."
"Haha! You finally admit it! Wait that's me that won't admit I'm weird... Wait back up again... I just admitted that I was weird... Dang!"
"Talking to yourself again?"
"Yes, my father said that it was ok as long as I don't answer myself."
"Heh, well can I come over?"
"Don't know... want me to ask?"
"Duh, dumbass," came a smart remark.
"Freaking fruit."
"Fuck you!"
"Been there, done that!"
The line went silent.
"Joey?!"
"Huh what? Sorry just thinking."
"That's a first. Hold up let me ask the mother if you can come over," I tell him putting my hand over the mouth piece and yelling. "MOTHER CAN JOEY COME OVER AND HELP ME WITH THE HOMEWORK I MISSED TODAY?"
"SURE."
"THANKS MOM!" I yelled back removing my hand. "She said yes."
"No she said 'sure.' You and your family is loud!"
"And..."
"Well I'm gonna come..." I started coughing again.
"You... sure? I mean you can get sick?" I ask after my coughing fit stopped.
"Of course... I'll see you in a bit," he said before hanging up the phone.
"What? No bye?" I ask to the dial tone. 'I shouldn't let him in now."
Five minutes and thirty seconds later Joey shows up, but who's counting? I swear I wasn't counting, ok so I was but it doesn't matter. I mean it doesn't mean anything... right? I jump at the knock on the door, I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice him walking up the sidewalk.
"Hey!" I greet.
"Sup?" he reponse.
"Nothing, kinda sick."
"Well no duh, my mother made you some soup. You can eat it later."
"Sweet thanks! Let's go up to my room and you can tell me what happened today!" I exclaim grinning.
"Alrighty," he replys also grinning.
The light in my room isn't on, so it's pretty dark when we enter.
"Well little vampire, think we can turn the lights on?" he says in a joking manner.
"No the light it burns!" I say laughing.
"Oh well your problem not mine," he tells me laughing.
"Freaking fruit cake," I mumble under my breathe.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing."
"Good," he says tackling me.
"Get off," I attempt to say in a serious voice, but failing very badly.
"But Dilly-poo!"
"What happened today at school?" I ask pushing him off me.
"Well there were five fights, but I only saw three... The three I saw happened in less than ten minutes," he says grinning. "Yeah but nothing really cool happened besides that. What did you do all day?"
"I watched 'Dora, The Explorer.' The bull was turned into a potatoe, kinda freaky."
"Heh, I bet."
We sit in a semi-comfortable silence, our knees slighty touching, he doesn't seem to notice. Mentally I'm jumping for joy, who would have thought I would like my best friend? Wait hold up, I like my best friend? This isn't really good.
"Dil?! Dude! Come in Dilly!" I hear him exclaim as he waves his hands in my face.
"Huh? What happened?" I ask grabbing his hand.
"Oh you looked troubled," he reponses.
"Oh," I say quietly, noticing I still had his hand in mine. 'Don't get your hopes up Dil.' I think.
'But what if this is a sign?'
'What if it isn't?'
"But it could be.'
'I rather not make a fool of myself, but I'll hold the hand until he pulls away.'
'That's my boy.'
"That's not normal," I think aloud.
"What isn't?"
"Nothing," I mumble.
"What's up? You spaced out like two times and it's looks like you are having a battle with yourself," he says.
"Oh, it's nothing, nothing at all."
He's concerned! God, he looks so hot in those clothes. The black pants and the black shirt, they bring... ok so they don't bring out his green eyes. The eye make-up, the lip gloss, I wonder what flavor it is.
"Dil!" he exclaims.
"Yeah?"
"You had a goofy smile on your face. You're thinking about me aren't you?" he asks in a teasing voice.
"So what if I am," I reply using the same voice.
"Really?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"You know it's not nice to do that," he says before leaning over and giving me a slight kiss on the lips.
"W-what the fuck?" I whisper.
"S-sorry," he tells me. "I don't know why I did that. I should go."
"No... stay for awhile," I said in a suggesting manner.
He looks in my eyes, like he is looking for an answer. I lean over and kiss him hard on the mouth. He's tense at first, but soon relaxes and puts his hands on my neck. My hands sneak around his waist as I pull him onto my lap. His hands roaming through my hair. I run my tongue over his lips, asking for entrance.
'Ha! Granted!' I exclaim in my head.
Our tongues battling in a blissful fight, wanting domination over the other. No one wins this battle. We break apart panting and grinning.
"If you get sick, it's not my fault," I say laughing.
"Ok Dilly-poo," he says laughing.
"Guess being sick isn't such a bad thing," I tell him grinning.
"You should get sick more often," he tells me.
~Fin~
A/N: Like it? Hate it? I'm invading the Rugrats section with slash!!! Yes, I like OC's with Dil, because Tommy and Chuckie were meant for each other and Phil... Well Phil isn't a slashable person in my eyes. Review it! Oh and the five fights thing... that happened at my school last friday! It was so ghetto... Fights here are so... boring... they barely hit each other... and there isn't much blood loss! lol Well I'm out! peace Talk to me on AIM: FucEmotions, Yahoo: Lakiepoo89 I have Msn... tell me your S/N and I'll add you to it... next chapter for WMoOC will be out... in a while... I still have to write it and get it edited... ::innocent grin:: BYE!