"Are you sure?" Laurent Joly looked at his face in the compact mirror his girlfriend was letting him borrow, "they look like chicken pox to me..."
Musichetta sighed, "Laurie, I've known you for years, those spots on your face are freckles!"
Laurent kept looking at his reflection, "really?" he then pointed to one spot on his cheek, "what about this one? Are you sure this one isn't new?"
"I'm sure," Musichetta took the compact from his hand, "this is not chicken pox, besides didn't you get the vaccine when you were younger?"
"Your point?" Laurent asked, "I was younger it could have worn off."
"Haven't you gotten boosters since then as well?" Musichetta crossed her arms over her chest.
"Well..."
"Do they itch?" Musichetta asked.
"No," Laurent sighed.
"You know Laurie, sometimes you surprise me!" she laughed, "next year you plan to go to one of the top medical schools in the country and yet you are such a hypochondriac!"
"You can never be too careful," Laurent blushed a little.
Musichetta kissed him on the cheek, "you can't be to careful? Sweetheart you were born with those freckles."
"I know," Laurent started.
"This is not the first time you've confused them with chicken pox either," she smiled.
"I know."
"Actually," Musichetta paused, "I think last time you confused them with small pox!"
Now Laurent's face was bright red, "now that's not possible, even for me! I know small pox has been eradicated."
"That wasn't want you said three weeks ago," Musichetta spoke with a grin, "you're so cute when you're worried!"
"Please tell me that isn't the only reason you are with me?" Laurent asked, "being a nervous wreck is bad for my health."
"Honey, according to you everything is bad for your health," Musichetta's eyes sparkle, "come on now, let's go to the library so you can tutor me in AP Bio."
