(BMW)
NoV: Hey minna-san! Here we are at chapter four, a moment in time for all of us, I'm sure.
Bisho: …..isn't every moment a moment in time?
NoV: -.-0 Go away, Bisho.
(BMW)
Corey, feeling as if he had failed his girlfriend, his best friend, and American food vendors everywhere, settled for a nice conversation with Topanga, if for nothing more than to make her feel better.
However, to his dismay, upon arrival at her house, he found a big, orange "QUARANTINED" sign on the front door.
He stared in oblivion for a moment, before saying to himself, "No way! I thought they only had these on TV!….oh, wait…..I guess this means that her parents are sick too….." He turned and faced the street. "Guess I'll go visit my best friend, Shawn, instead!"
Corey was relieved to find no such signs on John Turner's apartment door. He knocked eagerly, and waiting a few moments before hearing, "Uuuuhhhnnnn….." permeate through the door.
"Shawn?" Corey wondered. "You sound sick…..can I come in?"
"Yuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnhh……" was the response.
Corey tried the door, and entered upon finding it to be unlocked. He gazed over toward the couch, but saw only a tousled blanket lying there. Confused, he scanned the room for his friend. "Shawn?" he called. "Where are you?"
"I'm here……." a muted voice replied from the kitchen.
Corey followed the voice's trail, and discovered Shawn lying on the linoleum floor, his hands outstretched toward the refrigerator.
"Shawn! What are you doing? Are you okay?" Corey cried, torn between helping his friend off of the floor and catching the virus and spending a week in a likewise position.
"John went to pick me up some antacids, and I was thirsty…..so I tried to get a soda….but I didn't make it….." Shawn admitted, unable to lift his head from the cool floor.
Corey stood, staring over him, unsure of how to help.
Shawn raised an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you going to help me up?"
Corey made over-exaggerated hand gestures, while talking very quickly. "Well, I would, Shawnie, you know I would! I just don't wanna catch this horrible sickness that has you, my girlfriend, and my girlfriend's parents lying on couches all day long!"
Shawn rolled his eyes. "Corey, food poisoning isn't contagious."
"Of course it is," Corey insisted. "Topanga's parents caught it from her. They even had a big sign that said 'quarantined' on their front door, how cool is that?"
Shawn contemplated these thoughts. "As cool as that is, I know that it's impossible to catch food poisoning unless you ate contaminated food."
"Why do you know that?" Corey wanted to know.
"I've been on a couch all week," Shawn explained. "I had nothing more to do than watch TV. Health channel's my favorite."
Corey nodding, finally accepting this as truth. He considerately pulled Shawn to his feet and dragged him to the couch. Once he had his friend settled and blanketed, his thoughtfully brought him a soda with a bendy straw.
Shawn shut his eyes to rest. "I don't know what I'd do without you Cor…." he said.
Corey smiled. "You'd lie on the floor until Mr. Turner got back."
Shawn began to snore, tucked away in slumber.
"See you later, Shawn," Corey said, locking the door behind him as he left.
(BMW)
NoV: Well, there, I've done it! Last chapter was nothing but twins, and this one was nothing but friends! Next chapter shalleth beeth a comboeth!
Bisho: She's reading Macdeath.
NoV: You mean Macbeth….
Bisho: ….that's what I said….
NoV: -.-0 Til nexties!
