Ford has been acting very strange lately, he's been acting very clumsy and-...I think he might be sick. His ears would strangely turn very red whenever we're together and whenever I would grab his hand they would be very warm. Maybe I should make him some soup.
"Stanford." Fiddldford said as he entered the dorm room.
"Y-Yes, Fidds." Ford turned his chair, he had a note pad in his hand".
"Sense you've been pretty sick lately I thought I could make you some soup." Fiddleford held out the white bowl to Ford.
"Fidds, I'm not sick, Hehehe." Ford chuckled. Why in the world would Fiddleford think I'm sick.
Fiddleford put the pot on the nearest desk and walked up to Ford. "Stanford, you've been acting very strange lately." Fiddleford placed his hand over Ford's head. "See, you're warm no hot!" Fiddleford then moved his hand move to Ford's cheek. "I'm worried Stanford."
Ford blushed at the touch, he brought Fiddleford's hand down from his face and held it tight. "Fiddleford, I'm fine, believe m-" Ford sneezed, it was so light and...kinda cute.
Fiddleford jumped at the sneeze, then he smiled. "Aww."
"Argh, it's a burden of mine-ACHOO!" Ford sneezed again, Fiddleford was actually right, he really is sick.
"You sneeze like kitten." Fiddleford commented. He tried to cover his mouth so that the laughing wouldn't come out. "Okay Stanford, you are getting in bed."
"Fiddleford, I am not a child-" Fiddleford grabbed a blanket from Ford's bed and through it over Ford. "Fiddleford, it was just a sneeze and nothing else. I am not sick-"
"Then why is your body super warm, why have your ears been turning red? You just sneezed two times right in front of me!"
"I don't know!" Ford cracked. "Huh.....Please don't hate me for saying this but whenever I'm around you I just...you make you me feel..weird. I'm not sick but I'm probably.....Nevermind, forget everything I just said."
"Well d-does that mean you can't at least try some of my soup." Fiddleford asked with a little disappointment.
Ford sighed, and rolled is eyes with a smile. "Huh, sure."
Fiddleford smiled with excitement and squealed a bit. He grabbed that bowl of soup and placed it in Ford's hands and through spoon. Luckily Ford caught It. Fiddleford sat on Ford's bed and leaned in waiting for Ford to try his delicious soup.
Ford smelled the soup then he shoved a spoon full in his mouth. "Woah Fidds, you would make a great husband!" Ford then continued eating the rest of the soup.
"Hu-Husband...I would make a good husband!" Fidds thought to himself.
"Hahaha, thanks Fidds. Did you make this yourself?"
"Y-Yeah."Fiddleford was flattered.
Well, that was it. I'm sorry if it's short but I just really wanted to post something