Sorry for the delay but I still had last minute school stuff to attend to.

May: I thought you said you were done with school stuff.

Me: Shut up! Not until Monday!

Drew: Excuses, excuses.

Me: Well I hope you enjoy this!

Drew: Rolyn owns nothing.

Sick Day

I sighed as I sat at my seat in the classroom. I wasn't expecting the teacher to be there; this class scared away every single teacher that tried to set foot in the classroom. As every other day the entire class was out of control except for Marina who had her face shoved up in a magazine which had Jimmy's picture on the front. She looked over the top of the magazine to lock eyes with me and lowered it entirely to smile at me cheerfully.

"What's up May?" She asked setting down the magazine on the desk. I shrugged. I was a little tired from yesterday's events and the fact that my eternal clock was a little whacked up because of the all nighter me and Marina had proceeded in to prepare for the class championships didn't help either.

"Just a little sleepy today." I explained as I lowered my head to the table and looked outside. It had started pouring rain and I hoped my brother had not left my pokemon outside…or I would kill him.

"You should be. You did so much May. This school has changed a lot since you got here." Marina stated smiling at me kindly. I returned the gesture, lifting up my head.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I stretched. I looked around the room and noticed something was off. I narrowed my eyes trying to figure out what it was but everything seemed intact.

Paul was arguing with Ash and Jimmy and Brendan were talking about how stupid they were while the rest of the class tried to have a pokemon battle in the cramped classroom. Everything was fine…

"Wait…" I began scanning over the classroom once again. My observation was confirmed. "Where is Drew?" I asked turning to Marina who was now engrossed in her magazine once again. She shrugged not even looking at me.

I hesitantly got up and made my way over to Brendan and Jimmy. They didn't even notice me standing there until I cleared my throat in an attempt to be noticed. Brendan was the first to take recognition of my presence and he smiled.

"What's up May?" He asked. Jimmy then turned to me, adjusting his cap on his head. I swallowed before speaking.



"I just wanted to know where Drew was." I said smiling only half way. Since when was Brendan nice to me?

Jimmy quirked and eyebrow before turning to Brendan who wasn't smiling anymore after my question was asked.

"You mind if I talk to her alone?" He asked. Brendan shrugged and made his way over to Ash and Paul to see if he could stop the two from trying to kill one another. I looked to Jimmy who crossed his arms across his chest and sighed.

"Um…do you know where he is?" I asked rephrasing my question.

"Yea. Drew's home sick. You saw how tired he's been lately." Jimmy pointed out. I nodded remember how I had found him asleep when it was his turn to battle. I also remembered how Ash told me headed home early because he was tired.

"Yea, I've noticed…is anything wrong?" I asked getting a hint concerned. Jimmy shrugged.

"Not that sure. He said it was just a cold that has been giving him sleep deprivation or something but you can never know with Drew. He's been feeling this way for a few days; like after he 'fell' into the pool with you." Jimmy pointed out. I gasped lightly and a surge of guilt ran through me.

It wasn't entirely my fault. He could have just let me fall in. I would have been just fine. Aw, who am I kidding my guilt isn't going to take that excuse. He didn't seem that sick before, I wonder how bad he really is if it lasted this long.

"Oh man…I feel like a jerk for making him battle in that kind of condition." I muttered. Jimmy chuckled to himself and I looked at him strangely not finding the humor in this at all.

"If you feel so guilty why don't you go and visit him. The company should help him since his maid isn't around and he lives on his own."

"Maid?" I questioned twisting my face in confusion. "Wait he lives on his own? Why doesn't he live with his family?"

"That's not my business to tell. You can go see him after school if you want. His house is on upper mountain ave, it's not that hard to miss."

I nodded and Jimmy went to join with his other friends. I walked back over to Marina and sat down thinking things over.

"So, what did you and Jimmy talk about?" She asked. She had long ago lost interest in her magazine; probably when I started to talk with Jimmy alone.

"Drew's out sick. Jimmy says it's a cold but I'm not too sure." I muttered. Marina nodded in understanding.

……………

"Wow…he's right, you really can't miss it." I muttered to myself. Drew's house was the biggest one on the street and it was obvious it was his because his name went across the gate. I walked 

up to the gate and looked around. There were a bunch of security cameras around. Thunder boomed in the distance making me jump and the wind had broken my umbrella on the way here so I was pretty much soaked beyond comprehension. It was way too cold for this.

"What the hell do you want…?"

I looked around for the source of the voice and noticed a talk box. I smiled sheepishly before pressing the button and responding.

"Nice to hear from you too Drew. You mind letting me in…I'm sorta freezing to death." I laughed lightly trying to unstick my wet hair from my face.

"So?"

"DREW!" I yelled getting frustrated. I was doing this for him and he was still being the arrogant jerk he always is.

"Fine…"

I muttered an 'I-thought-so' under my breath as the gates opened and I stomped my way up the semi hill drive that went up to Drew's overly extravagant mansion. How could a fifteen year old live in a home like this? Alone no less? I wonder what his parent's home looks like. It took me a good five minutes to get to his huge doors and as soon as I stepped up onto the stoop the double doors swung open.

I looked in before hesitantly stepping inside. I took off my drenched black loafers and set them by the door. A strike of lightning flashed through the sky followed by another boom of thunder. I jumped again this time adding a shriek. I never liked thunder and lightning storms and my parents expected me to walk home in this?!

"Scared of a little thunder?" I jumped again turning to the direction of the voice. My eyes widened and I swallowed…hard.

Drew descended the stairs in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a towel wrapped around his neck. That's it, nothing else. His hair and torso was wet and dripping signaling that either he was walking in the rain like I had or he had just taken a shower. I went with the latter.

"I-I wasn't scared… it's just a reflex I h-have to loud noises." I lied turning my nose up and closing my eyes. I wanted to keep my eyes anywhere but his bare chest and closing them was the best thing I could do because I do have my limits (I am a fifteen year old girl).

"Right." He muttered sarcastically. I opened my eyes only to narrow them at him in a glare. The look went unnoticed when he ruffled his hair with the towel to stop it from dripping. I liked his hair when it was wet…it was…oh god I'll stab myself tomorrow for saying this but it was really hot; sexy even, but now I'm not going to go there for self pride and dignity reasons.

"Just got out the shower?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

"How'd you guess?" he said sarcastically. He sure loved his sarcasm.



"Well parading around wet without a shirt sorta gave me the idea…" I muttered rolling my eyes at him. He smirked.

"I can tell your enjoying the opportunity to see me 'parading around wet without a shirt'." He laughed using air quotes. My face flushed and I huffed turning my face away from him again. "So tell me, to what do I owe this wonderful visit?"

"Jimmy." I whispered more to myself then him.

"What?"

"You're sick." I covered up.

"Yea so…" He said as he walked into another room to the left to the steps that were right in the center when you walk through the door. I noticed that the kitchen was to the right. I followed him and found the room to be a living area…a very large living area with a very large flat screen.

"Well I sorta felt bad because you got sick after you helped me with the whole pool situation…"

"I didn't help you; you pulled me in with you." He cut me off. I smiled softly to myself as he tried to deny the fact that he actually was trying to help me and that he was concerned.

"Whatever…and I forced you to battle yesterday when you weren't well either and your home alone so I thought that I could take care of you as your own personal nurse!" I said as a grin spread its way across my lips.

"Thanks, but you walked all this way for nothing. I don't need anyone taking care of me." He snapped running his hand through his wet hair. I pouted slightly but being the stubborn girl I am, I'm not just going to be pushed away just like that.

"I don't care!" I exclaimed cheerfully. He gave me a strange look. "I'm gonna help you get better so you can come on the class trip next week to the beach."

"By the looks of things you won't be leaving any time soon." He muttered. I nodded. "So I think I'll get you some dry clothes because last I checked white clothes turns see through when wet." He stated with a smirk. His eyes were playful and full of mischief and then it finally hit me.

I looked down to see that my shirt was clinging to my skin still being wet and it was practically see through giving him a nice look at my red bra. I flushed and glared at him before grabbing a nearby pillow and covering myself.

"Pervert!"

Finished. I'm mad sorry I haven't updated earlier.

May: You've been forgiven already.

Drew: I really don't care how long you take to update.

Me: Pweez Review!