This time it was a Wednesday when it happened. Travis had woken up that morning feeling slightly off, but he just shrugged it off and continued on with his day. But, as the day went by, it kept getting worse and worse. Soon enough, he had a sore throat, a pounding headache, and he felt the most nauseated he had ever felt in his entire life. As you could say, the day wasn't going so well.

Once he made it through school, he and his friends had planned to go out to a cafe and hang out. He tried to politely decline but his friends insisted he come.

Once they arrived at the cafe, everything went downhill. The longer he was there, the dizzier and sicker he felt. At one point, he couldn't take it anymore. He told everyone he felt sick and was going home, then he ran out of the cafe. Of course, it was only then that he realized he had no ride back, so he walked the 20min walk back home. When he finally got home, he opened the door and froze. Right there, was his best friend/roommate Dante. Through this sick haze, he must have forgotten that Dante stayed home to study.

Just then, he felt a sharp pang of nausea in his stomach. He raced up the stairs to the bathroom just as he felt the bile rise in his throat, totally forgetting about Dante. He yanked open the bathroom door, and with no time to close it behind him, dropped to his knees in front of the toilet, retching and heaving into the toilet bowl. He stayed like that, throwing up every 10-15 seconds, for about 5 minutes. When he came back to his senses, he registered what was going on around him. Beside him, Dante was in a crouching position, with a hand rubbing cercles into his back, comforting him through the fits. Although, he looked like he could use some comforting himself. He seemed to be panicking, not knowing what to do in this situation. So, he took matters into his own hands. He grabbed his phone out of his pockets and fumbled for a second before getting a grip and dialing his boyfriends number.

(I might as well tell you now that Dante is the only one of Travis's friends who knows about his boyfriend, or that he even likes boys too.)

He shakily passed the phone to Dante, not trusting himself not to throw up during the call. Of course, Peter answered immediately.

"Hi Travis! How's it going?"

Um" said Dante. "Travis is really sick and he needs you right now"

Right on time, Travis started loudly retching and heaving into the toilet bowl, proving Dante's point.

Peter immediately sprang into action, jumping up from his table, leaving his half eaten sandwich there.

"Are you guys at the house?"

"Uh, yup, just try to get here as fast as possible please"

When Peter arrived at the house 10 minutes later, it was Dante who opened the door.

"Should I give you two some privacy?" He asked.

"Um, yeah, sure, thanks" mumbled Peter desperately trying to get to his boyfriend.

As Dante left the house to go continue his studies in the library, Peter ran into the bathroom, only to find a sight that made him want to cry.

His beloved boyfriend, was laying on the ground, leaning his forehead on the toilet seat. He was pale and sweaty, his face was molded into a grimace, and the whole room reeked of vomit.

Peter slowly approached Travis, and in his softest voice possible said:

"you okay there babe?"

Travis's response was a pained moan, followed by retching.

Peter calmly crouched down beside his boyfriend, whispering comforting words in his ear, and slowly rubbing cercles into his beloveds back.

When Travis was done, Peter carried him to his room and later him down on the bed, putting a wet cloth on his forehead, and a bucket under the bed, just close enough to reach. Then, Peter layed down beside the love of his life, cuddling him, letting his fascination nuzzle into his neck as he sang lullabies, lulling the other one to sleep.

That was the best nights sleep Peter had ever had, even if he had to clean out the puke bucket many times during the night, and the fact that he had to crawl out the window at 5:00am so that Travis's friends didn't find out. That was the best nights sleep Peter had ever had because he got to cuddle up and snuggle his boyfriend all night.

The next day, when travis woke up alone on the bed, he was feeling much better. So much so, in fact, that his mind was no longer cloudy, so that now he could spend all his time daydreaming about his adorable boyfriend. 3