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Sarah never got sick; she was the picture of health. In High School she had never missed a day of school, always present and accounted for. But today her body was killing her and her mind was a bucket of mush, unable to comprehend the idea of getting out of bed or doing anything involving the use of her legs not to mention that she hadn't talked to chuck since the Christmas party so she would probably end up in some horrifyingly embarrassing situation if she went to work. So she did the only mature, sophisticated thing to do, she called in sick and didn't go to work and she didn't talk to chuck instead she collapsed into her bed waiting to die … Okay, so that was a little dramatic, but right now she was feeling pretty crappy.
He had called about fifty times always getting directed to voice mail. So when he called again and no one picked up he decided it was time to suck it up and go over to her apartment himself. He desperately needed to talk to Sarah about the holidays and what to expect from his family and friends and seeing as how she clearly wasn't going to talk to him on her own free will he was just going to have to give her a push in the right direction.
Sarah heard the knock she had been dreading echo into her dimly lit apartment. Blowing her runny plugged up nose one last time she went to answer the door. As she opened the door to see the goofy grin of Chuck starring back at her she realized that unless some idiot, insane, crazy person tried to blow up L.A her day probably couldn't get any worse.
Chuck took in the sight of the gorgeous C.I.A agent dressed in a fuzzy robe with two bunny slippers jammed on her feet. He looked behind her to see a mound of dirty tissues covering the floor and every decongestant you could possibly imagine lined up along her dresser. Than using his brilliant powers of deduction he asked in a plain and simple voice:
"Are you sick?"
She sighed and opened the door allowing him in the trashed out apartment.
"No, no I'm feeling great" she lied, "just relaxing"
"Look I know I'm no super spy but my brilliant powers of deduction have lead me to the conclusion that you probably aren't feeling great." He accused as he scanned over the room. "Why don't you just come over to my place, Ellie and Awesome are out but we have plenty of food and you'd probably be more comfortable." He offered. "Besides I think we have some left over cake in the fridge."
'Great', she thought 'now you have to find a way to say no to his offer and you are probably going to br-did he just say cake?' and before she had time to think about what she was doing, she found herself agreeing to the fool hearted plan.
Never mind her day could get worse.
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I know this was a short chapter but I didn't really have a lot of time. Also I know that this is a little but vague but I just wanted to give you the basic idea before I went on to the more interesting parts. Please review this is my first fan fic so I would really appreciate some honest reviews. Thank you.