Yay, I'm back and with a new chappie! I know I only got two reviews on the last one, but the fandom is small, so it's not like I can expect a lot, right? But anyway, here it is! Enjoy!
11-11:30 am. It is now lunchtime at school.
"No," Ryan groaned as he covered his head with a pillow, while a loud beeping noise filled his ears. Why the heck was his alarm blaring now? He felt sick, he wasn't going to school and he automatically set it to go off at seven am every morning, which it wasn't.
"Mark!" The technopath yelled, before realizing Mark wasn't in the house, "Turn it off!"
Instead though, Seth came running in instead. "What's wrong?" He asked, seemingly worried. He had then knelt down—on one knee—beside the boy before speaking once more. "Are you okay?" He questioned, quietly.
Upon seeing Seth's face—the mastermind's face—Ryan froze and gasped, before trying to sit up, to no avail. "What...are you...doing here?" He grunted, weakly.
"Your mom asked me to come look after you," Seth answered, his hand resting on his knee. "She's on a trip, so I'm gonna be looking after you for the next few days. Better get used to me."
Ryan stared at the CEO shocked, as he remembered a conversation he had with his mom just hours before.
(8-8:30 am. First period has started)
"Looks like you're not going to school today," Grace said, upon discovering her son was sick. "I'll call Seth to come over." She had then looked up at Mark, who stood in the doorway with a blank face, but even so, you could tell what he was thinking. "Mark," She spoke, snapping the boy out of his trance, "Go get ready for school, honey."
Ryan was about to protest when Mark did. "I-I can look after him," the older boy offered. He knew what Seth was capable of, who he was, and there was no way he was going to let him anywhere near his brother, especially if he was sick.
"No, you can't," Grace refused as she argued with her son. "I thought you had a game today?"
"I can cancel."
"You can't just cancel a game seven hours before."
"Yes, I can."
"No you can't."
"Yes, I can."
"No, you can't. Mark—"
"Just let me take care of him!" Mark yelled, growing frustrated with his mother. "I'm old enough, I'm sixteen, I think I'd know how to take care of my younger brother!"
"No," Grace said sternly as she looked her son in the eye. "You can't. You have a game today and an education to get to. Now go get ready for school."
Mark sighed, defeatedly, and muttered a "Fine," as he turned on his heels and went back into his room to get ready.
"Good." Grace had then turned back to Ryan and pushed his hair back, feeling for a fever, and frowned when she realized he had one. "I'm gonna go call Seth," She explained, before she kissed her son on the forehead and started to leave the room.
She didn't get very far, however, before Ryan called out to her. "Mom," He begged as he grabbed Grace's arm. "Please, I can take care of myself. Take me to a doctor, or have Mark look after me, but please just don't have Seth come over. Please, Mom, please."
"I'm sorry, Ryan," Grace whispered, trying to assure her son. "But I have a plane to catch and a phone call to make."
And that was the last thing Ryan heard, before he turned on his side and fell asleep once more.
"No," Ryan replied, as he shook his pounding head. "No, I want you out and I want you gone."
"Your mom sent me here," Seth objected. "I'm not leaving. Besides, I've already been here for four hours."
Ryan looked shocked. "I've been asleep for four hours?!" Who knows what evidence or clues Seth could've found during that time?!
Seth shrugged casually. "Nah, only about two. I came in to check on you every half an hour."
"You came in to check on me every half hour?"
"Yep," Seth said, smiling, as his tone had a hint of sarcasm to it. "See how much I care?"
"No!" Ryan yelled, throwing his arms up in frustration. "No, that's not the point! That's not what I'm talking about! I want you gone, that's all, that's it, that's all I want is for you to be gone!"
Seth sighed, though you could easily tell he wasn't frustrated or annoyed with the technopath. "Well, that's too bad," He spoke, "'Cause we can't always have what we want."
"Yeah," Ryan muttered, as he turned over on his side, closing his eyes and trying to block out the pain his illness was giving him. "Yeah, you're telling me."
Aww, don't you just feel bad for Ryan?
. . .
'Cause I don't. XD
Don't worry, don't worry, I'm just kidding. But isn't it fun to see fictional characters in pain? After all, that's why there's a lot of hurt/comfort fics out there, right?
Maybe after this little story's done though, I'll write an actual story that focuses on Seth and Ryan (except, ya know, Seth won't be all evil, psychopathy and stuff XD).
So, I'm actually writing chalter five now, but not to worry since chapter three will be coming soon! Thanks for reading the chapter, I hope you liked it, please let me know what you think in the reviews and I'll make sure to post more soon. :)
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