Chapter 2

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"Aww, I'm sorry you're sick Tiff." Allie sighed, looking sadly at her daughter. It was a Friday evening and they were all planning to go out for dinner. However, Tiffany had felt ill all day and now she felt even worse.

"It's okay Mum, you guys go out and have fun though." Tiffany smiled weakly, laid on the sofa.

"Are you going to be okay on your own?" Vaughan asked, looking unsure.

Tiffany coughed before talking, "Yeah, I'll be fine."

"I can stay. I'll take care of her." Justin smiled.

"Are you sure Justin? You don't have to." Allie replied.

"She's too sick to be on her own. Besides, it's one less person to pay for at the restaurant." Justin answered.

"Okay. Thanks Justin." Allie smiled gratefully.

"It's alright." Justin shrugged.

"If there's a problem, just call. We'll be back soon." Vaughan smiled and they all left the house.

"Thanks Justin, that was sweet of you." Tiffany smiled, sitting up slightly.

"Honestly, it's okay." Justin insisted, smiling.

"I hate being ill." Sighed Tiffany.

"Well I'm sorry you're sick. Must be a bug going around or something." Justin sat on the sofa next to her.

"Or maybe I've caught a cold from sneaking off to your room all the time, seriously, that place is like Antarctica." Tiffany exclaimed to which Justin laughed.

"Good thing you're always there to keep me warm." Justin smirked.

Tiffany giggled but then suddenly stopped, "My head really hurts." Tiffany complained, massaging her head. Justin got up and went to the kitchen. "Justin, where are you going?" Tiffany asked.

"I'm just getting some paracetamol, for your head. I'll be back in a minute." Justin called back. Justin walked back into the living room with a glass of water and two paracetamol capsules. "Here, take these." Justin smiled.

"Thank you." She smiled and took them.

Tiffany swallowed down the paracetamols and smiled at Justin, he patted his lap to signal that she could rest her head on his lap. She accepted and lay down, her head rested on his leg.

"This is nice." Tiffany said softly, enjoying her alone time with Justin.

"Yeah, it is." Justin agreed, smiling. He reluctantly moved his hand to stroke her hair and relaxed when Tiffany didn't protest.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence, watching the TV. Justin then spoke, "Do you wanna watch a movie?" Suggested Justin.

"Yeah okay, what one?"

"Nightmare on elmstreet." Justin smirked.

Tiffany rolled her eyes, "Justin, you know I hate horror movies."

"Come on Tiff, it's not that scary!" Insisted Justin.

"Promise?" Tiffany asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah." Justin put his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled closer to him.

Justin put the film into the tv and waited for it to start. As soon as the first scene came on Tiffany was hiding behind a pillow. "Justin! I don't like it!"

"Relax Tiffany, it's just a film." Justin laughed. Tiffany hit him in his chest.

"It's not funny. I'm the ill one, shouldn't I get to choose what we watch?" She raised her eyebrow.

"No, cos I'm taking care of you, so I'm the one with the responsibility." Justin replied.

"Whatever, just know that I hate you." Tiffany joked, but glared at him. Another scary scene came on and Tiffany screamed, burying her face in his chest.

"Sure you do." Justin smirked, arching his eyebrow.

"Sorry..." Tiffany released her tight grip on him.

"No, it's okay. Nice to know that you think of me as the thing to protect you." Justin smiled.

"Shut up you idiot." Tiffany rolled her eyes.

Tiffany continued to scream and hide her face every time there was scary music or Freddy Krueger arrived. At first Justin thought it was funny, and liked the fact that Tiffany was so vulnerable and was hiding her face in his chest, or squeezing his hand like her life depended on it. But then he started to feel guilty at seeing her so scared. He got up and turned it off.

"It's okay now, I've turned it off." Justin informed.

"There was no point really. I'm already scarred for life." Tiffany exclaimed dramatically.

"Wow, girls are so dramatic." Justin slumped back down on the sofa.

Tiffany rolled her eyes before resting her head back in Justin's lap. Tiffany started to drift off to sleep now that her head wasn't in as much pain. Justin continued to stroke her hair gently, admiring her as she slept, shocked that she actually was asleep seeing as she seemed so scared before.

Justin POV

Tiffany looked so peaceful and beautiful. We'd grown a lot closer now, and it's nice. She makes me happy and when I'm angry she helps to calm me down and talk about my feelings. She'd been asleep for about half an hour before she started to stir.

"Justin," Tiffany mumbled, seemingly in discomfort.

"What is it Tiff? Your head? Hang on, I'll go and see if there's anything stronger you can take." Justin got up and was about to walk into the kitchen but Tiffany's voice stopped him.

"It's not my head. It's my stomach...I think I'm gonna be sick." Tiffany's face had turned a ghostly pale, she was clutching her stomach in pain.

Justin sighed, not liking seeing her like this. "I'll get you a fresh glass of water, that might help." Justin grabbed the glass from the coffee table and was on his way to the kitchen when a loud retch made him turn back around. "Oh Tiff," Justin tried not to laugh. The girl had just been sick all over the floor. "Feeling better?"

Tiffany nodded slowly and Justin laughed. He refilled her glass of water and handed it to her. He then grabbed his laptop and started typing up something.

"What are you doing?" Tiffany asked, after taking some water.

"I've got to find a way to clean up your crap without it leaving a stain." Justin answered, smiling.

"I'll clean it up." Offered Tiffany.

"No, you don't have to, just rest okay? Oh, and don't drink the water so fast." He advised.

"Did I really just throw up in front of you?" Tiffany placed her face in her hands.

"Hey, don't look so traumatised. I don't hate you or anything." Justin laughed, saying it as if it was obvious.

After Justin found a quick and simple method to make sure the carpet wasn't stained, he turned to look at Tiffany, "Do you want me to give you some space?" He asked, willing to give her the space she wanted.

"No. Don't go." Requested Tiffany, grabbing his hand.

Justin squeezed her hand, "Freddy Krueger still playing on your mind?" He asked, smirking.

"Yes, but, mainly because I like it when you're with me." Confessed Tiffany, smiling.

"I like being with you." Justin replied, sitting down next to her.

"Do you trust me Justin?" Tiffany asked after a while.

"Seriously? Isn't it obvious?" Justin asked seriously, looking at the girl. She shrugged in response. He leant forward and kissed her forehead. "Now is it obvious?"

"I like you Justin...I really like you." Tiffany reluctantly admitted. Justin smiled and kissed her cheek delicately. "Justin..." Tiffany tried to speak but Justin shushed her.

"I can't kiss you properly if you're sick, can I?" Justin raised his eyebrow, smirking.

Authors note: I hope you all liked the second chapter as much as the first one :) please review for me, thank you! :)