Because I just can't
stop making her
crazy, I've decided that's how she's
gonna
be, kay?
Chapter Two
By the time Two-Bit let us in we were shivering from the cold and turning blue. He could've gave us hypothermia, damnit. Or a cold maybe. THE FLU, EVEN. I was interrupted by a sneeze. Of course, you don't even have to ask who it came from. Who had been out there all that time with me, with only a t-shirt and jeans on? Ohgod. He CAN'T be sick. If he is, I blame Two-Bit, and he'll have a slow, painful death. I mean, I was gonna kill him in his sleep; make it painless. But not anymore.
I stared.
"Er... you're feeling alright, aren't you. YOU BETTER BE. I mean... er, I want you to not... oh god, nevermind. Are you?"
He blinked, stared back, and nodded.
"You sure about that?"
He shrugged.
"Seriously."
Another shrug.
I'm serious. What the hell does it take to make this kid talk? Did he just pick his moments or something? He'd said more than he'd even said to me before when we were locked out of the house together. I guess it was just a spurr of the moment thing or some crap like that.
But wait... what's more romantic than having the boy you like sick and having to take care of him. It'd be easy to seduce him, it'd be cake. A PEICE OF CAKE... Hehe, cake. Brings back memories of the time I realized that my acting skills totally suck.
Little did I know that looking after someone that insisted they were fine was not going to be easy.
(A Little Later?)
"NO. YOU'RE GOING TO SIT YOUR ASS ON THAT COUCH AND LAY THE FUCK DOWN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying, and failing to push Johnny onto the couch. He wanted to go to the movies with the rest of the gang. Of course, I'd voulenteered to stay with him, and here we were. No matter how much I love him, I must say that he's pissing me off quite alot right now.
"...Aw, come on. I feel fine. Just let me go, no one'll have to know."
I glared at him. Did he honestly think I would do that? Just let him go and get pnemounia(sp?)? Hypothermia, even? Ooh no, I certainly wouldn't.
"Yeah? Well then why do you have a fever, eh? ANSWER ME THAT."
He stared at me, not even blinking.
"You're crazy, you know."
I shrugged, grinning.
"I know."
He still wouldn't lay down, and you know that's best for sick people right? Then they sleep for hours and hours because really, what else is there to do when you're sick?
One last try. A huge push and... YES! He's down. I've succeeded. Finally, god. What do you do when someone's sick? You make them soup. So now I'm trying to force-feed it to him, but he won't even take that. Just like he won't take MEDICINE, and just like he wouldn't even lay down. Sure, he was quiet and all innocent-like, but he could be very stubborn when he wanted to be. What? I'm serious. You're reading this, so you have to believe me. So there.
"FINE!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air and in the process, knocking the soup onto Johnny.
"Uh, shit?"
He stared unblinkingly again, his expression unreadable. Then we both burst into laughter. Hysterical laugher. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to puke, and I'm pretty sure he did too. Then a question struck me; What the hell are we laughing about? ANd I stopped. At the exact same time, he stopped. Soup was on the COUCH. Darry was pretty much going to murder us if we didn't clean it up. Good thing it wasn't Beefaroni, or anything llike that. It was chicken noodle soup, the IDEAL soup for sick people, of course!
But now, to clean up the soup before Darry gets home and kills us. Well, I'll clean up the soup, considering he's sick, and I don't want Darry to kick my ass for knocking soup all over. Thanks.
Omgdz. Two chapter in
one day? Even though it's
like 11:00 pm, yes. I stayed up extra
late just to
make this chapter, and I'm tired as hell.
Thanks.
Review because I think this chapter is funny and
I love
it. Don't ask I'm retarded when I'm tired.
