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"ah....CHOO"

Ugh. I hated being sick.

"You ok Munroe?"

I rolled my eyes when I heard his voice. I wasn't in the mood for him today.

"Do I look ok to you?" I retorted, searching in my bag for yet another tissue.

I had woken up this morning to a one hundred degree temperature.

"Well, you look kinda sick to me," Chad said.

He was leaning against the wall and he was dressed casually in jeans and a tee. My heart was racing.

Ok, so our relationship is complicated. He makes me crazy in a good and bad way.

"Gee Chad. Thanks for telling me that, I never woulda guessed!"

I sat heavily down on the couch in the prophouse. I felt as if I was going to faint.

"Ok miss sarcasm," he said sitting next to me.

My heart sped up, to my dismay.

"Why did you even come to work if you're not feeling well?"

I wished I hadn't come.

"Because I don't let illness keep me down. I haven't been out a single day and I don't plan on sickness causing me to."

I went into another sneezing fit.

"Alright, I think I had better take you home."

Wait. What?

"Why would you do that?"

I had to admit it was tempting.

"Because you need rest. Obviously." His blue eyes were innocent.

Chad wouldn't just offer to take me home without an ulterior motive. Would he?

"Why do care anyway Chad. I'm not even that sick."

Ok, that was a total lie. I have never felt this bad.

He sighed and said "Number one: nobody else needs to get sick on account of you. Including me."

Ugh, typical Chad.

"Number two: I never said that I cared, you know."

Oh right. He offered to take me home why then?

"And number three: you look like a ghost and sound like a frog. No offense."

What was I supposed to say? Non-taken?

"Well, I'm still not going home either way," I said crossing my arms resolutely across my chest.

He grabbed my hand and stood up. I blushed.

"Oh yes you are. Come on."

I looked at his hand in mine. It felt kind of nice.

"You can't make me," I said staring defiantly into his eyes.

"Oh yes I can. I know your secret," He said looking devilishly at me.

Uh-oh.

"What secret?"

I was relieved when he said, "I heard you were ticklish.

That relief didn't last long.

"No Chad! I don't feel good. Don't."

"Then come with me."

"NO!"

He started tickling me and I laughed which hurt. It turned into a coughing fit.

"Fine! Fine I'll go!" I finally relented standing up.

His hands rested on my waist and he smirked.

"Can't resist me can you."

I rolled my eyes. I felt woozy. Not just because of the sickness.

"Just because your forcing me," I said glaring.

"Well, you know that deep, deep down you want to come with me."

His eyes looked into mine and I felt a connection between us for a fraction of a second.

Then it was gone. He moved his hands from my waist but still stood close.

"Let's go then," I said breathlessly.

I didn't know exactly what was happening between us, but I kind of liked it.