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Mr. Zern, the biology teacher, was taking attendance for his class and he called for West "Rosen", he called once again but the only response he got was a sneeze from the boy, who had been feeling pretty ill for the past few days.

Claire, sitting next to West, saw him shaking inside his own jacket, so cold. She wrote in his notebook.

"Baby, you should have stayed at home today"

"I know, but I didn't wanted to stay alone" he replied.

"Alone? Where is your mom?" she asked confused.

"Mom is gone to take care of Aunt Lily, she had cirgury but she is fine, and dad had to go to Tulsa to work, he'll be there for a week" West explained, barely staying awake.

"Home alone, uh?" she wrote and winked.

"Yep" he only replied.

For a moment, Claire thought of teasing him, even thou, he wasn't really up for it "It's Friday, I can go home with you, play the nurse…" she whispered in his ear.

"You know I can very easily misinterpreted that, right?" he said with a grin and raising an eyebrow, but he actually liked the idea, he was going to be home alone for a few days and it was Friday so, if Claire's mom didn't mind, she could sleep over; and who knows what can happen in the middle of the night, right?

School day ended and Claire called her mother saying that West didn't feel well and his mom wasn't home, but she never said that Louise was out of town. They got to West's SUV and drove to his home.

"No flying today?" she asked as soon as she got into the car.

"No, I was afraid I couldn't fly because I felt ill, so I preferred driving" he made clear.

"Don't worry, I'll make you better" Claire said winking her eye.

They got to West's house, him and Claire got to the sofa in the living room; this room was pretty big, the walls where painted with a soft shade of yellow, the couch was green, a dark green and velvety, next to it there was a side table with many photos on it; one that caught Claire's eye.

"The baby on that photo is you?" she asked, smiling.

"Yes, that is me and the girl holding me is my older sister, Marie"

"You never told me you had a sister"

"She is in college, goes to the New York Technical, something about engineering and computers" West said as he looked for a more recent picture of his sister "Here it is, look, this is her now, she is 20 years old" he handed over the portrait of a tall, brunette, brown eyed girl, she looked a lot like West, except for the fact that she had a few tattoos on her arms, legs and back. Anyway, she was beautiful.

They sat on the couch and started watching TV, a while latter, Claire went to get a cover for him but when she came back downstairs, he had fallen asleep. She putted the cover on him and went to the kitchen to make him some soup, she woke him up holding a cup of chicken soup in her hands.

"West, wake up" she said, gently caressing his shoulder.

"Mmm, what? Oh, hey!" he muttered coming out of his sleep to see his girlfriend with a hot cup on her hand "baby, what's that?"

"It took me forever but I made you some soup" the blonde said biting her lower lip.

Hearing this, he sat up and he felt his face turn on a very tender look to her "You are the sweetest thing in the whole world" he said.

She smiled and handed over the cup "Hope makes you better" she said as he sat there with his goofy grin on, sipping his soup, it was delicious.

They stayed downstairs for a while, watching TV, laying on the couch, underneath the cover she had putted out for him. The movie on TV had become boring so, after a long while of kissing, West got up to go to the kitchen unaware that Claire had followed him, he didn't go to the door because she took his hand and turned him around to kiss him.

"We've never kissed like this before" he said looking into her eyes.

"We've never been home alone before" she answered raising an eyebrow "I believe you are going to like what I'm thinking about" still smiling, she kissed him again.

"As far as I know, I can't read minds" he talked down to her.

"You won't have to" she said pushing him against the fridge.

They kissed there for a long time until she putted her hand trough his hair and grabbed his shirt, pulling him upstairs.

"Where are we going?" he breath out.

"To your room"

"Works for me"

This caused him to panic but he liked the idea and he let her pull him upstairs. They got to his room; he lifted her up and putted her against the door, opening it. The bedroom was rather big, the walls where painted in a dark green but the ceiling was white, matching the door. The bed was comfortable and big with a blue cover on it. Behind it, there was the window West used every time he left his room without his parents knowing it; across the room from the bed there was a big and messy desk and a chair in front of the computer. A big poster of Rouge from X-men lay on the wall behind the desk; it was the cartoon Rouge, the one that could fly, just like him. They fell on top of the bed and kept on kissing.

"You are sure about this, right?" he had to make sure.

"Of course I am" she was sure, she loves more than anything.

They kissed again and she started to pull off his shirt up his shoulders, looking at his chest and caressing his back. Her hands felt so good on him but he was very nervous, he wanted to do this right. He took off her t-shirt and kissed her neck, then her cheek and latter her lips again. West was calmed until Claire grabbed his belt to unlock it, he froze, got paralyzed.

"What is it?" she asked, noticing his startle.

"Nothing…" he said looking into her eyes, he knew that everything was going to be perfect, he kissed her again, relaxing and letting her do what she had just started.

Time passed as well as everything that was happening in West's room, it became night and both lovers fell asleep in each other arms on the boy's bed.