I dedicate this story to Wingedangel93; I got bored and thought of a story that I could do for you. I hope you like it and are not mad that I used a few lines from your own stories.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not and will never own any of these characters; they are the property of Blue Sky Studios and Wingedangel93.
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"Jojo, I hate being sick..." she whispered, not wanting to strain her throat. Jojo gave a small smile, placing his hand on her shoulder, as he sat in a chair he pulled up to her bedside so he could take care of her while Sandra, Angie's mother had to work.
"Don't worry, you'll be better in no time."
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"Where are they?" Mumbled 15-year-old Angie as she stared out the foggy window. Clouds covered most of the sky and it had begun to rain, in the middle of June. This was the fifth time this week alone. The soft sound of the raindrops pelting the windows was all she heard through out the house. Behind the green masses of Pine trees that surrounded her house, she could hear thunder roaring in the distance. It would soon be there.
Angie's parents were off on their Friday night date and they intended to be back late. Her younger brother and sister were staying the night at friend's houses, so she was all on her own tonight. The house was nice and quiet. However, having slept most of the day away, poor, sick Angie was slowly going insane of boredom. You see, she had the flu, which we all know comes complete with sneezing, headaches, runny noses, lack of hunger, and the occasional nausea. None of her friends could come over to visit and since she only had her permit, she couldn't even go get that chocolate shake she'd been craving since three that afternoon. Not that she'd be able to eat it anyhow; she threw up the contents of her stomach half an hour ago and she wasn't eager to get back to eating anytime soon. Yeah, things pretty much sucked.
Angie sighed as she turned away from the window in her living room and readjusted herself on the couch. Her spot was overly heated and now it had cooled down and was pleasant to her overly heated skin. Surrounded by her sketchpad, laptop and little balls of tissue, she had her own little quarantined area of the house.
"So bored . . ." She sighed, glanced at the clock and groaned. It was only 10:45. "What to do . . ." Grabbing her computer, she logged onto the Internet and went to ; for the eighth time that hour. It was getting old, real fast.
No one had updated any stories yet. "Click . . . click, click." Angie poked around the Internet for a while and only found the same stories that were there last time. She opened up one of her stories and began to read it. This particular one was called "Whoflu" and it was about Angie's two favorite characters, Jojo Mcdodd and Angie Whosky. It was roughly based on her favorite movie "Horton hears a Who". She'd only seen it six times in theaters is all.
"I'm sorry, Angie. I shouldn't have made you eat, and I—"
"Nonsense, Jojo. You're supposed to eat soup and drink soup when you're sick. I just probably need some time for my stomach to settle before eating or drinking anything. Thank you for being here with me though. I honestly can't thank you enough."
"Lucky." Thought Angie, miserably.
He looked into her eyes with his own, his now warm cheeks becoming reddened, and his heart thumping loudly in his chest. "...You're welcome.", he got lost in his own world of thoughts after saying that, turning so his bangs covered his eyes. But Angie did notice the blush on his cheeks, and noticing it, she smiled, a blush appearing on her own cheeks.
"That's it! I need to do something!" Angie grumbled. Carefully, she got up, steadied herself so she wouldn't be light headed, and slowly made her way to the kitchen. Her blanket was falling off of her shoulders the whole way there.
Passing by a mirror, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in it. She sucked in air through her teeth at the sight. "Awwww, man." Angie stopped and fiddled with the knots in her hair. When that didn't work, she took a detour to the bathroom. Five minutes later she emerged with beautiful, straight hair, but she still felt horrible.
Feeling dizzy, she parked it on a near by chair and thought for a second. What sounded good to her at the moment? Nothing solid. Pudding-naw! What could I drink? "Soda . . . Sprite." Smiling, she got up again and finished her trek to the Fridge.
Opening the door, her heated face was bathed in a gust of cold air. It felt very refreshing and made her smile even more. After rummaging around for a few minutes, she came to the conclusion that they had no more soda in the house. Angie hung her head and groaned, leaning against the closed fridge door. "Iced water it is, then."
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Angie got her water and then headed back for the living room. Sitting back down, she resumed her boring night, alone. Turning on the TV didn't work; she flipped through all one hundred channels in two minutes and found nothing. What a night this was turning out to be.
Casting her laptop a painful glance, and went back to reading her story; just to keep herself focused on something.
Sooner than Angie knew it, she fell asleep, gazing at Jojo who looked at the window to his right, lost in his own little world.
Jojo looked over at her, hearing her softly snoring. He smiled, putting the blankets over her. She looked so peaceful asleep, like an angel on a cloud.
But then he noticed, she was still shivering. She had all of her covers already on her though.
Suddenly an idea crossed Jojo's mind that made his whole face go red as a tomato, and as hot as a desert. He then began wondering if he should...
After a minute or so, the pressure was too much. He decided he would just do it. After all, he couldn't let her freeze, she needed to get over this cold to get better.
He pulled the covers back, climbing into the bed beside her, covering both of them with the blankets, wrapping his arms around her. "I hope you're warm now.", Jojo whispered, before falling into a deep slumber.
And, sure enough, Angie stopped her shivering in her sleep.
"Geez . . ." She sighed.
"I wish I had a "Jojo" to take care of me. Being sick alone really sucks."
As she turned away from her screen, she saw something that made her look at the laptop again. Someone had updated a story.
Actually, it was new!
Upon closer inspection, Angie was thrilled to see that it was a story on Jojo and Angie.
This was different!
Now excited that she had something to do, she eagerly clicked the stories title and began to read. She only got into the beginning of the story when her eyes began to get a little unfocused. Shaking her head, she snapped her attention back onto the screen. Not too much later, her eyelids began to droop.
"No," She thought. "I want to read this! I wasn't tired three minutes ago."
Angie was right; she hadn't been tired a few minutes previous. However, having gotten her drink, made herself comfortable on a now cold, comfy couch, her body decided that it was ready to crash for the night.
After a few more minutes of trying to feign off sleep, she gave up and fell over onto her side. Adjusting her pillow to her liking, she quickly dozed off into a fevered slumber.
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I hope you liked part one of my one shot. I think there will be three chapters all together. I hope to update soon! WEREWHOS ROCK!