I've never felt this crappy in my entire life. I've been sick in bed with pneumonia for the past 2 weeks and haven't been in the studio with the guys. The only upside to this is that I don't have to deal with Gustavo constantly barking orders at me all day. But another downside is that my mother finally has me all to herself.
She's been babying me ever since I started showing symptoms. Kelly also sent me a get well basket yesterday. She's the only nice person at Rocque Records. I was flicking through the channels on the tv when I heard a small knock on the door. "Come in," I yelled, halfway across the room. "Don't yell at me," Carlos said with those beautiful big, brown, puppy eyes.
"So Kenny, are you feeling any better?" "I told you to stop calling me that, and no. I still feel really shitty." "Too bad, but I know what'll make you feel better." He walked toward me with a seductive look in his eye. "What are you doing," I asked. "Just go with it," was what he said before smashing his lips into mine.