A/N: A special thanks to Dreamdog, purple buffy, someguy3, Reviewer, and Eternity15 for their reviews... I will most certainly continue on this story and I'm glad that you all enjoyed it.
I turned and walked back into my apartment. Argh! The dinner was really gross! Oysters on spaghetti? Yuck! I wondered who created this dish; their imagination must be working overtime.
I took out my key and opened the door. I couldn't help but smile at the scene. Fred is asleep on the couch, snoring, mouth opening and closing. I went into the kitchen, took out an ice-cube, and returned to where Fred lay. I dropped the ice-cube into his mouth.
The snoring stopped. Suddenly, Fred opened his eyes, then coughed and spluttered as he chokes on the ice-cube. He immediately knew that was one of my jokes again. "Daphne! I'm going to get you for this!" he yelled and pounced up and grabbed me. He was too fast for me and I was immediately caught. "Hem... what are you most afraid of? Is it..." he said, and tickled me.
As I said, I cannot stand tickles, so I shrieked and laughed and rolled on the floor, powerless. "Sorry Fred! Please... stop! Oh... oh my!" I rolled on the mat and started to crawl away as fast as possible. Too late. Fred soon caught up with me and continued his merciless act. I am starting to feel sick, and hoped that Fred would stop tickling me.
"Let see if you dare to pull a prank on me next time!" Fred said, with a smirk on his face. I didn't reply. All that oysters plus ice and now tickling... I can't stand it anymore. "Daphne? Are you alright? You look very pale!" Fred finally noticed the look of agony on my face. Ha! Finally!
But I don't have time to laugh. Because the next thing knew, I vomited on the carpet. I lay on the mat, exhausted. Hey! Vomiting is not only disgusting and gross, but it REALLY tires you out! "Daphne! Are you sick? Why didn't you tell me?" Fred asked. It is all your fault, sir, I almost cried out, if he hadn't tickled me so hard I would probably be fine. HIS tickling had stimulated my body to react negatively.
"Quick! Let me carry you to your room! You need a doctor!" Fred cried, fear on his face. Oh! Those big strong arms again! They are so comfortable, so...
Before I had another chance to think about how strong his arms are, I vomited again, on his shirt. Oops! So sorry! I hid my face immediately, almost certain that he is going to blame me for soiling his shirt and drop me on the floor. No grumble came. He had barely noticed that I had vomited on his shirt, his FAVOURITE shirt!
Now, I really appreciated that Fred was my roommate and soul mate. He cares so much about me... Darn! Why am I thinking of him this way? He is my best friend, and I knew it will stay as that and nothing more.
He rested me down on my bed, and then covered me up with the covers. "Sleep for a while, I will call the doctor afterwards." He gently said. He gave me a peck on the forehead and then stood up. "Fred! Stay... stay here with me please? I am scared." I timidly said to him. "Well, of course. But can you let me change first?" he asked. I nodded.
Fred smiled at me, and went back to his room to change, then returned back to my bedside. He yawned. I began to feel guilty. He was feeling sleepy and I made him sit by me all night! Suddenly, I came to a decision. I patted the empty space beside me, then motioned to him. Hey! Isn't this sleeping with him???
Fred hesitated, then smiled again and crept under the covers with me. I slid his big strong arms around my waist and whispered, "Can you have a good rest now? You must be feeling very tired." I nodded again and closed my eyes. It is so nice and warm, the bed is so soft and Fred's arms so comfortable, it gave me a sense of security. My thoughts started drifting away...
It was morning. I shifted a little and found that Fred was already up. Ah! It was such a refreshing sleep, I barely had time to sleep when I had to go to work. Work?! What time is it? I turned and looked at the clock. 10?! I am late!
I dashed out of the bedroom and found Fred sitting by the coffee table. "Why didn't you wake me up? Now I am late!" I yelled at him. "Hey, cool down! I already applied leave for you. I do not have filming until 3. Velma will be coming over later. She volunteered to take care of you. Poor choice, I must say..." his voice faded when he noticed the death glare I shot him. How dare he make fun of someone who is sick!
As I was still pretty tired, I went back to bed. Argh... don't feel much like doing anything at all. I have to remind myself to keep away from oysters in future. One lesson is already enough.
I distinctly remembered drifting back off to sleep. And when I come to, Velma was already here. "Are you okay? I heard you had a bad case of vomiting. Are you feeling better now? Do you want to eat something?" she bombarded me with questions. "Hey! One at a time please! I am quite alright, I am feeling better, and I don't want to eat anything at all." I answered all her questions. Ha! Clever me!
"Of course you are feeling better! Fred was sleeping with you last night! Did you two do anything?" Velma teased me. I flung my pillow at her head, face flushing at the same time. Of all things, Fred had to choose the most embarrassing thing to tell Velma. Wait till he sees what he has in stores for dinner tonight. Maybe I can slip a few worms in his spaghetti...
"Are you listening to me?" Velma asked. Oops! I guess I was just thinking of Fred too much to be listening to Velma. "Yeah?" I asked innocently, hoping she will not know that I had thought of someone whom I had thought to be only a best friend. "Never mind. Let me get you something, it is already afternoon and you hadn't had anything since yesterday!" Velma said, and walked out of the room.
I was almost relieved. Now I have a chance to think. Do I love Fred? Because if I do, I would most probably have to confess my feelings, but does Fred love me? I am almost sure that he does, but what if he doesn't? Wouldn't it be very embarrassing if I met him after the confession and the worst of all, we can't even keep our friendship?
Argh. I should stop thinking about him now. Besides, I still have Henry Kinsman to deal with. I don't think I can handle another one.