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Noah's POV
"I'm soooo sorry," Lindsay apologizes for the thousandth time.
"It's fine, Lindsay," I reassure her. Again.
She sits on the bed. "But I broke your foot!" she says, her blue eyes widening in remorse.
"I'll be just fine Lindsay. I'll catch up on my reading," I tell her. Or I will if she ever leaves me alone.
"But… but… you'll get lonely!"
I hold back a sigh. "I'll be fine." Why exactly are you so worried, Lindsay? I just want some peace and quiet!
Her face lights up and she settles herself on my bed more. "I'll keep you company!"
No, Lindsay, leave me in peace! She looks at me, her eyes glittering….. and suddenly I can't say no. "Sure," I mutter.
She claps her hands in glee. "I'm sure we'll have lots of fun!"
This time I sigh audibly. "Could you hand me my book?" I ask. "It's on the dresser." She jumps off the bed and grabs it.
She reads the title off the cover. "Ooooh, Main Street."
"Read it?" I ask sarcastically.
"Kind of," she replies, still studying the cover.
How do you kind of read a book? Either you read it, you are part of the way through it, or you haven't read it at all!
"I didn't really like it," she comments.
"Why not?" I ask. Wait, please don't tell me she thought it was too long.
"The whole plotline seemed sort of misogynic. It kind of implies that women should be happy being domestic. The ending didn't satisfy me either," Lindsay explains.
"The plotline was actually against misogyny," I argue. "The main character is constantly rebelling against domesticity and is trying to reform the town!"
"The book is made up of her griping about how badly things are going, having fantasies about things that never become realities, or trying to convert others to her point of view. She was an obnoxiously idealistic main character."
Wow…. That was a well-formed argument. With big words too. Where exactly has this mental capacity come from? Before, she was mentally equivalent to a gnat.
Lindsay bats her big blue eyes a few times. "What?"
Wait, was I staring? Oops.
"Sorry," I say, "I just didn't know you read this kind of stuff." Actually, I didn't think you read at all. Hey, you live and you learn.
She finally hands me the book and I hold it awkwardly. Does she want to talk to me? Should I just read? Why the hell did I even ask for the book in the first place?
"I'm really excited for school! I can't wait for next week," Lindsay says.
"Yeah," I say. How else should I respond to that?
"Want some chicken soup? My mom always makes it for me when I'm sick," Lindsay says cheerily.
"I'm not really sick Lindsay. You know that, right?" I ask, somewhat sarcastically.
She blinks a few times and smiles sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah! Of course I know that. I just…" She pauses and looks up at the ceiling, as if asking God for inspiration. "I just really like chicken soup!"
"Mmmhmmm," I say, absentmindedly.
"It's delicious and stuff! And most of the time, people that make it for you are really nice. And you get to eat it in bed. And you can eat it for dinner with your family."
Her voice chirps on and on, making me drowsy. I close my eyes for a second.
Lindsay's POV
"Hey, Noah, do you like chicken soup?" I ask him. I hear no answer. Then I notice that he's fallen asleep. Did I send him to sleep with my mindless babbling? Did I use those words right? Am I boring? My brain hurts! I need like, a Tylenol or something.
Why did I start talking about chicken soup? Stupid, stupid, stupid! He might like me even less now. He totally caught me when I confused being sick and breaking a bone. Ugh, I can be so stupid sometimes! And I need to be smart for Noah.
Maybe if I get him some food, he'll forget about the whole chicken soup incident. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll get him some food. No chicken soup though. And a Tylenol while I'm down there.
Oh, and I should think of some things for us to talk about. That Main Street book thing was waaaay too hard to talk about. I had to try and remember all those Sparknotes essays that Izzy made me read. I'm starting to not remember some of the stuff that she taught me.
Noah's POV
I was rudely awakened by an uncomfortable sensation. Actually, it was more like an incredibly painful burning. Yeah. I fling the bowl of soup overturned on my lap somewhere into the nether regions of my room where it shatters into pieces against my wall. Then I notice Lindsay standing next to my bed, whimpering.
"What…. were you doing?" I ask, hoping the answer will be at least slightly reasonable.
"I got you some soup," she responds quietly. "It's not chicken."
Why would I care if it was chicken or not? Why the hell would I frickin' care!
"Why would I care if it was chicken or not?" I ask, clenching my teeth. I sound a lot calmer than I do in my thoughts. "It's burning me."
"I-I'm sorry," she stutters. She tries to wipe some of the soup off me, an act that only brings me more pain.
"Stop!" I yell, pushing her arm away. She freezes and her big blue eyes fill with tears. Shoot.
"I'm sorry!" she wails. She dashes out of my room, leaving me with a lap full of soup and a whole lot of pain.
Why does she have to be so darn concerned? I am not an invalid. I have crutches and can get myself my own soup. I don't need her soup, especially when she insists on spilling it on my lap!
Even worse, I feel like I'm with her constantly! Now that I think about it, I don't remember one minute in the last few days where she hasn't been with me. I should be happy that she's gone now. Right?
Yeah. I can relax now.
A/N: AWWWW! Noahkins and Lindsay had their first fight!
Okay, it's kind of pathetic... and it's not really a fight.... it's kind of just Lindsay overreacting. But yeah. Don't be so mean Noahkins!
I'm sorry that this chapter took so long to write. I can't even claim that life stopped me from doing it. I just had terrible terrible writers block. I actually still do.... the next chapter might take even longer than this one.
Sorry! Hope you liked the chapter.
And now CamperThirteen can stop bothering me about this chapter! (haha, love you!)