-This series has been discontinued, BUT- please go to my profile for more info.-
I got sick today, which inspired me to write this. I was kinda hoping to turn this into a chapter story since I got some more ideas as I continued to write… Anyways, enjoy!
"This is disgusting…" Malik looked up from the TV towards the man that had just closed the door.
"So what, I'm sick." he retorted. Altair look at him ludicrously.
"So what!" he scoffed back, "If we're going to share this small as hell apartment, at least keep it clean!" Altair nagged, pointing to the used tissues that covered the floor. "Gross!"
"I thought the best part about college was getting away from your parents, not living with someone who sounds exactly like them," Malik sniffed, reaching for another tissue.
"Telling someone to pick up their snot rags is not being parental-like. It's being sanitary and clean."
"Oh because your room is so much better."
"Hey," Altair whipped around from the refrigerator, "I have organized piles of my stuff. At least I know where everything is, unlike the last time you cleaned my room and I couldn't find my damn underwear!"
"Nasty! How would you know whether it was clean or not if it was on the floor?" Malik grimaced. Altair rolled his eyes like it was the dumbest question he'd ever heard.
"Smell it, duh."
"See, now that'sgross," Malik gagged at the thought as he turned back to the TV, taking a sip from his hot tea to hold his stomach down. Altair just waved him off as he uncapped a cold beer. Carefully avoiding the field of tissues, Altair sat in the corner away from the couch to watch the TV.
"I'm not contagious you novice. It's just a head cold," Malik grumbled, pulling the zebra print snuggie higher around his neck and face.
"I don't care, you're still all nasty," Altair frowned in the corner, eyes never leaving the TV screen. "And what are you watching anyways?"
"Dr. Oz."
"… And this show is about…?"
"Getting healthy, eating good foods, stuff like that." Altair perked his eyebrow at the sick Arab.
"I thought the best part about college was getting to eat junk food and crap, not vegetables and all that nasty stuff."
"Please, Altair. You don't even know what vegetables are," Malik chuckled.
"You mean like apples and that?" Altair shrugged. Malik shook his head.
"Yeah, those." Close enough, he thought. As the show continued, Altair stood up and tossed his beer bottle in the trash.
"Recycling!" Malik growled.
"What ever, you get to leave your snot rags around, I get to throw my bottles in the trash. I'm going to bed."
"It's only six, long day? Malik asked, surprised.
"Nah, your show is boring me to death. Don't be surprised if I'm dead tomorrow morning from internal brain trauma from this show."
"Whiner."
"Good night to you too," he saluted, kicking his shoes off on the way to his room.
"If I trip on your shoes tonight-!" Malik shouted softly with his half lost voice.
"Ah! Shut up!" Slam! Malik smiled to himself, glad he was able to have some partial peace and quiet. Leaning back comfortably on the couch, he tuned in on the screen when the phone rang irritably in his sensitive ears. Picking it up, he pressed the answer button.
"What?"
"…Malik?" Malik immediately relaxed.
"Hey Kadar."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. What's up?" he breathed.
"Nothing really, Altair texted me saying that you were sick." Kadar muttered, concern coating his voice.
"It's not that bad." Malik sniffed, grabbing another tissue.
"Yeah, I could tell when you answered the phone." Kadar smiled.
"Headache, you just happened to call when my head was right next to the phone. Thanks for that by the way. Aren't you supposed to be working your shift at Starbucks?"
"Took tonight off, actually."
"Why-" he paused as someone knocked at the door.
"I think someone's at your door," Kadar giggled slightly. Malik rolled his eyes.
"Maybe if I don't answer, they'll go away," Malik said in his teasing voice.
"No, you should probably reallyget that…"
"… Nah, probably just some really annoying girl scouts or something."
"Malik," Kadar said, attempting to sound serious, something he could never do.
"Fine, fine, I'll see who the pest at my door is," Malik grouched, taking his snuggie with him to the door. Cracking it slightly, he peered out the door.
"Yep, girl scouts," he confirmed, squinting in the sun setting light. Kadar stood at the door with his heavy coat, snow boots, skinny jeans and scarf. In his hand was a grocery bag.
"What's in the bag?" Malik coughed.
"Nothing. Mal! Let me in, it's frackin cold out here!"
"Ugh, hurry! You're letting all the warm air out." Malik pulled Kadar in and quickly shut the door behind him.
"Wow," Kadar smiled, "it is warm in- okay that's just gross," he stopped, pointing to the tissues that cover the floor.
"Oh, not you too."
"Yes, Mal. How are you going to get better if you just leave the germ filled tissues laying around? Here, give me a paper towel." Malik handed him one, wondering just what he was doing. Soon, Kadar was reaching for the tissues and throwing them into a trash bag.
"There, done," he grinned, "looks better already."
"You didn't have to do that Kadar," Malik mumbled, feeling guilty for making Kadar clean up his disgusting tissues.
"Yes I did, otherwise you would never have done it."
"So, you took your shift off just to come clean up my mess?" Malik asked.
"Pft! No! I brought you some stuff to help you get better," he smiled, walking back to the door to retrieve the grocery bag. Pulling out the items, he said,
"I got you some cranberry juice, your favorite. I also got some vapor rub for that cough, and I think I have my Hydrocodone to help you sleep." Malik widened his eyes.
"Hydrocodone? Why on earth do you have that?"
"Useful in times like these."
"Kadar, that's a doctor prescribed medicine to knock you out in oral surgery, and help with the pain after."
"I know. I'm not dumb Mal. Just take some, otherwise you'll never sleep." Kadar handed him the bottle. For what ever reason, Malik took it.
"Thanks, I probably do need it even though it's an addictive drug that I don't even need."
"Whiner. Anyways, I was wondering if I could stay here for the night." Malik looked him over carefully.
"Why?"
"My car broke down soon as I got here."
"You're kidding," Malik sighed.
"So can I stay?" By now, Kadar was rocking back and forth on his heels like a child. Malik took a moment to consider all the possibilities of Kadar ruining his apartment.
"Come one Mal! Please don't make me walk home, it's cold out there! Please!
"Ugh, fine!" Malik smiled slightly.
"Yay! I would hug you but you're gross."
"I am not!" Malik cried.
"I'm gonna go tell Altair!" Kadar giggled widely before running off.
"Kadar! He's…sleeping…" Malik watched Kadar run down the hallway to Altair's room and swing open the door.
"Hi Altair!"
"Ahh!" Malik chuckled at his younger brother.
"So full of energy," he laughed to himself. When Kadar came back, Malik pointed to the shelf of DVD's.
"I can tell that you aren't going to be going to bed any time soon, so there's the DVD's. Night Kadar-bear," Malik yawned, using Kadar's nickname.
"Night night Mal! I'm serious, take that medicine," Kadar said, pointing his finger at him sternly.
"You're never serious, but okay." Retreating back into his bedroom, he dressed in his comfy, fuzzy, black pajama pants and Mickey Mouse tank top. As he lied down onto his bed, his door creaked open.
"Hey," Kadar whispered, blankets in hand, "I brought some more blankets to keep you warm tonight. I know how you just love to waste energy by turning the fan on high and then huddling in your blanket at night." Malik gave him a guilty smile and accepted the blankets.
"Thanks," he nodded. "Night."
"Night night, sleep tight, don't let the nasty little germs that are living in your internal organs and nose bite!" Kadar laughed evilly, raising his hands to tickle Malik.
"Ah-ha-ha! Kadar, stop! Go away you little- ha-ha- brat!" Malik burst, launching his pillow at the retreating Kadar. After he knew that the "threat" had left, he unfolded his blanket onto his bed, rubbed the vapor rub on his chest, and took the Hydrocodone like "Dr." Kadar had said. All snug in his blankets, he began to drift into an easy sleep. It was the best nights sleep he'd ever had.
Ok, I don't know if I'm going to continue this or not. I need some opinions on whether I should keep this going or not. Hope you enjoyed the story!