I'm back ^.^ I still have some mucus left, but some mucus isn't enough to keep me from writing =D However, I was planning on this being 7 chapters; but, due to my unwell condition and upcoming family vacation, I'm shortening it to 4-5 chapters.

Note: 'Your' extra thoughts that I'm too lazy to add 'you think' to the beginning/ending to, are in italics

Warning: Slash

Disclaimer: still on the 'disclaimer' bit? Yeah, I'm still on the, "I wish I owned _" bit.

Love Sick

You enter Mount Justice. Chris's words are fresh in your ear, "If he were a true best friend, he would love that you love him." Would he really? He's an intelligent guy, but even love can baffle the most intelligent of people.

"Wussup?" he greets you, thrusting his fist out. You punch his fist with yours, your bare knuckles touching, sending shivers down your spine: his skin is a lot warmer compared to yours.

"Hey," you lamely reply.

"Ready to get your butt whooped?" he asks, gesturing to the television.

You smirk haughtily, "I think it's you who's getting their butt whooped."

"Oh no, have you been practising?" he asks with a mock worry.

"Shut up and start the game."

"Pick your poison, it doesn't really matter who you choose, you'll lose because I'm playing you," he says arrogantly. Normally, you'd smack someone upside the head if they had said something like that; but, on him it was kind of...endearing? No... Hot? Yes, it was hot.

"Dibs on Marth!" you call, enjoying the adorable pout on his face: you just called dibs on his main.

"No fair! You can't call dibs on Marth!" he shouts exasperated.

"You told me to pick my poison," you reply, smiling.

"Fine, I've been working on my MK, anyways." You stick your tongue out at him.

"I thought you wouldn't use Meta Knight because he's the most OP character ever."

"Things change," he says, flashing 36 sparkly white teeth...oh dear...

The two of you played Super Smash Brothers Brawl until, "Fine, I concede defeat."

"I told you, you'd lose because you're playing me!" While he begins his victory dance, which did not include some vulgar steps which did not turn you on, you think...

"W-Wally?" you timidly ask. You're going to tell him. This will be your fairy tale. This is it.

He sits down, an arm over the back of the couch, "Yes...?"

Your eyes, behind sunglasses of course, find his, his emerald eyes gleaming with joy. Abort! Abort! something in your mind screams, "N-never mind..." you look down, face flushed. Or perhaps this isn't it.

He moves closer, not helping something that clearly was not there, "What's wrong?" his voice is full of concern as he tilts your chin up, he presses a hand to your forehead, your face flushes even brighter, "no fever...there's your pulse...no shortness of breath...you have breath...quickness of breath...Rob, you feelin' okay?"

"Y-yeah...I'm fine," you say, pulling away from his warm hands.

However, he shuffles closer, pinning you to the arm of the couch, "You certain? Your face is all red and stuff..."

"Yes, Wally. I'm fine," you say pointedly.

Wally moves back a bit, "I was just trying to help, jeez," he says dejectedly.

Great, now you're going to bring the apocalypse upon yourself. Or you could lie through your teeth. Lying sounds good, "S-sorry, I've just been under a lot of stress lately, mid-terms are coming up, villains appear to be collaborating to give me a headache," liar."...Hormones...normal stuff..." At least you aren't completely lying now.

"If you say so..." he was probably still unconvinced; why must he be so selfless? Well, if he weren't you probably wouldn't have fallen for him...

"Yeah, I think I'm just going to go finish some homework, I've got an English essay to work on..."

"The stars lean down to kiss you, and I lie awake and miss you, pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere," Adam's voice gently floats through one ear and exits through the other, while you lay face up on your bed, pretending the lumpy bumps on the ceiling were stars.

How many stars are there? Millions. Can you see any constellations? None recognizable to man. Planets? Only the light bulb.

You sigh, bored. Suddenly, you begin coughing very hard. It feels like your lungs will be coughed up. As suddenly as it started, it stops. You press a few fingers to your forehead, fever. You lightly grasp your neck, swollen. You open your mouth, looking in a mirror, red spots on the roof of your mouth. You begin coughing again, spitting up phlegm into the sink. You wash it down the sink hurriedly. Your breathing hastens, calm down, panicking won't help anyone.

Turning on the tap, you press your forehead to the cool, running water. You quickly turn the top off when you feel your face heating up. Your breathing hastens once more, cough drops? Nasonex? Ibuprofen?

There's a knock at your door, "Rob, M'gann says dinner's ready."

Ibuprofen. You hastily shout, "coming," before swallowing the pill. You check your image in the mirror, you look fine.

"Are you alright, Robin?" Kaldur asks you as you sit down.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"You don't look 'fine'," Conner interjects, carefully eyeing your posture and the water droplets adhered to your forehead.

"I'm fine," you reiterate, picking at your food with a fork.

"If something's wrong you can tell us, Robin," M'gann says.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine." I'm just in love my with best friend, is all.

You begin coughing uncontrollably once more, causing worried looks to flash across your friends' faces, "Robin!" is all you hear before fading into darkness.

Sorry, after being sick, I thought I'd integrate sickness into my story ^.^ Isn't that nice?

Anyways~ I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd review this rather...short chapter =D (Give me a break? I just got back from being sick ^.^)

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