Faborite
"So, I hear you're not feeling well..." Kate commented as she casually strolled into Henry's room, leaning on the door-frame.
"More like dying…" he replied, try to glare in his sicken state, but failing.
Kate laughed as his poor attempt and wandered into the room, raising an eyebrow at the mess of tissues and comic-books thrown across the floor and covers. 'And Will though she was the messy one?'
"Don't gibe me that look, your room is still worse then bine is."
"Pff, yeah right." Kate scoffed, picking up one of the comic books by the edge with two finger and making room for her to sit on his bed.
"Hey, be carebul with that, it's a collectible!" Henry said, reaching out to the poor comic book and putting it carefully on his nightstand.
"Don't worry, I'll be 'carebul' with it…" Kate replied, rolling her eyes at him.
"Was there sobething you wanted?" He questioned, attempting a small glare when she made to touch another of his comics. Sensing his gave, she quickly retreated her hand and . "Or have you cobe to torture the sick guy?"
"Oh come on Henry, can't a girl stop by and see how her favorite guy is doing?"
"Cobing from you, not like-…Wait, I'm your faborite guy?" Henry asked grinning up at her.
"I meant Geek, you're my favorite geek, okay? Actually, you're my only geek, so it's not really that special. And I don't mean my as in mine-mine, more that it's my preferences, so it has to be related to me, that's why it's my, not that it actually means anything, it's more like…" Kate nervously rambled on.
'She so sucked at this.' She thought, ducking her head and trying to contain the blush that was surely climbing up her neck. Henry was, of course, busy laughing his head off at her expenses, 'Just what I needed' she mentally berated herself. Deciding it would be wiser to just stop talking all together Kate left her sentence hanging. Henry continued to chuckle and only stopped when she glared at him and gently flicked her finger against his head.
"Hey, no hidding the sick guy, you'be been hanging out with the Big Guy to buch…"
"Yeah, well, you were laughing at my expenses, so you deserved it…" she pouted, making Henry roll his eyes and grin at her.
"Fine, the sick guy will leabe you alone, happy now?"
"Yeah…" Kate replied, still not looking at him.
"And I'll even let you hang around, okay?"
"Okay…"
"And read the comic books, how about it?"
"Okay."
"And I'll even let you take care of me, how about it?" He asked, seeing that she so far had agreed to everything he said. This did make Kate look at him and roll her eyes, smirking while she shook her head.
"You're such a dweeb…"
"Ah, but I bet I'b your faborite dweeb." Henry replied, grinning.
"Oh, shut up..." He answered her by pulling on her arm so that she lost her balance and fell down beside him.
"So…mobie?"
Kate chuckled and rolled her eyes again, settling herself more comfortably on the bed beside him, using his arm as a pillow. He would never ever get it out of her and she would never admit it to anyone, even under torture. But all things considered, he really was becoming her faborite.
- The End -