Okay, I think I'm spoiling you guys. But that's okay, I don't mind. But just so you know, there won't be an update tomorrow. There might be one on Friday, but I'm not sure. If not, I'll try to get it by Saturday. Sunday is Easter, so I can tell you now I won't be posting that day.

Thanks to Siobhan Bella Edward B. for editing for me. =D Loveeee her with all my heart! ;)
(Now you just have to tell her she shouldn't kill me for calling her that. *shifty eyes*)

Disclaimer: Okay, so it turns out even when Edward is sick I still don't own him. Damn. It was worth a shot, though, right?

Chapter 5

EPOV

Blah. That is seriously the only word I can use to describe myself right now. Unless, of course, I use 'itchy' or 'polka-dotted'. Would polka-dotted count as two words?

How could Bella even look at me like this? I looked like.. I don't even know! Whatever is polka-dotted. My train of thought was going insane. I swear, I was going to start twitching if I didn't itch myself soon.

I slipped off the oven mitts that Bella made me wear, and starting scratching. I scratched wherever I could reach.

My frantic scratching woke Bella up. Shit.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" She said in a sharp voice.

"Uh.." I was so busted.

She took my hands, and squeezed tightly. "Do not scratch, Edward. I know it itches, but you can't scratch it."

Fuck you, chicken pox! Fuck you, Dr. Stanley! Damn it, Bella, I want to itch my arms! My legs, my stomach, my back. Oh, God. I need to itch so bad!

She put a pillow on my lap. "Scratch the pillow. Pretend its your legs. Scratch it hard."

I did as she said, itching the pillow furiously.

"Does that help?"

I didn't want to admit it, but it did. It was like it was tricking my brain into thinking I had scratched my legs. Weird.

"But everywhere else still itches," I said, not wanting to admit that it worked directly.

She turned around. "Do the same thing you did to the pillow to my back."

I scratched her back softly. I couldn't scratch as hard as I really wanted. I couldn't hurt her.

"Edward, you won't hurt me. I know that's not how you would scratch your own back."

Reluctantly, I scratched her back harder. It worked.

"Thank you, Bella," I said. "Now you just have to walk around with me all day so I can itch you when I need to."

She laughed. "Bed rest, remember? There won't be anywhere that you're going." She grinned.

"Damn. Today too?" I sighed.

She kissed my forehead.

"As long as you still have a fever, you will still be in bed."

"Ugh!" I complained like a little child.

Bella smirked. "Now stay here." She pushed me so I was laying down on the bed again. "And if I catch you scratching again, I'll sit on you. Got it?"

I nodded, frustrated.

I listened to her footsteps. She had gone into the bathroom. The water was running in the bathtub.

She came back into the room. "Okay, let's go."

I scratched my leg. Having her sit on me wouldn't be a bad thing...

She glared at me. "You want me to sit on you, don't you?"

I grinned. "Am I that obvious?"

"Yes, you are."

"Damn. So.. what? You're making me take a bath?"

She nodded. "It has this oatmeal stuff in it to stop the itching."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Have I ever made you doubt me before?"

I shook my head, giving in.

She extended her hand for me to grab, pulling me up when I did. She wrapped her hand securely around my waist. I sighed.

I sat on the toilet (cover down) while she put in this weird looking stuff. The water wasn't steaming, so it must not have been boiling hot, but I could tell it was still warm.

"Okay, strip and get in. Would you like your iPod and speakers?"

"Sure. I look like enough of an idiot taking a bath. Why not make me look more like a weirdo?"

She laughed. "I really don't think they care."

I rolled my eyes. She left, and I slipped out of my clothes. I left them on the floor and sat in the tub. The water was warm and soothing to the itchiness.

Bella came back in, politely avoiding looking in my direction. How did I manage to find someone as amazing as her? Oh, right. I got drunk at the bar.

"Bella?"

"Yeah?" she still didn't look at me. She was plugging in the speakers.

"Have you told you how wonderful you are to me? And how much I appreciate it?"

"I think the fever is messing with your mind," she said, giggling.

"No, seriously. I mean it. You're way too good for me. I have no idea how I got so lucky."

She spun around, looking at me for the first time since I stripped. She knelt by my head and leaned in to kiss me.

"It's me who got lucky. Somehow I managed to get the sweetest, most amazingly sexy guy on this planet. And this," she waved her hands around, "is not a problem. I would do anything for you."

Her voice was huskier when she said the last sentence. Anything? Did she mean that how I thought she meant it?

"I love you, Edward."

"I love you, Nurse Bella."

BPOV

I rolled my eyes at the nickname. "You aren't going to call me that, are you?"

"Wouldn't you like to be a naughty nurse?" he asked sexily.

I smirked. "And be like Alice? No way."

His eyes grew wide. "What?"

"Shit. Forget you heard that."

He chuckled.

"You must have been out like the dead to not hear that last night. It was sickening." I told him.

"Well, you can't blame me. I'm a bit sick, as you can tell."

"Okay, I'll go before you turn into a raisin." I put on one of the play lists he had, scooped up his clothes, and left the bathroom.

I brought his sweats downstairs to the laundry room, throwing them on the floor near the washer.

I walked back to the bedroom. Alice was in her room surrounded by tons of clothes. I went into her room.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said, looking at the mess. "It looks like your closet exploded!"

"I can't find any white clothes! Like, at all, Bella! I checked downstairs, in my hamper, in the closet. I can't find them!"

I bit my lip. I knew exactly where all those clothes were.

"What do you know that I don't know?" she asked, looking skeptically at me.

"I will only tell you what I know if you promise to make a show of it for my personal amusement."

She smirked. "Okay."

"Jasper and Emmett dyed them pink on accident."

"Can I tell you a secret?"

I nodded.

"I found that basket of clothes two nights ago."

"Seriously? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because this is so much more fun."

"So what are you going to do?"

She told me all about her plan for Jasper. I told her it was Emmett's shirt. She wanted to see if Jasper would blame him, or if he'll take the fall. We schemed for a few more minutes before she said, "Bring Jasper in here, will you?" she grinned evilly.

"Sure!"

I went into the family room. "Hey, Jasper, Alice wants you."

"Okay, thanks," he said.

"She's surrounded by clothes in the room. Either she's sorting for charity, or missing a certain color, if you know what I mean."

He looked scared. I tried my best to hide my amusement.

I went to get Edward clothes from our room. I grabbed him a pair of boxers, pajama pants, and a huge tee shirt, along with the bottle of pink goop.

I knocked before entering. "Are you decent?" I asked, smiling already knowing what he would say.

"Yeah. I'm perfectly decent. Naked, and covered in nice, red spots."

"Well, aren't we cheery. Are you feeling any better today?"

"I am, actually."

I kissed his forehead for the millionth time. "You're still pretty warm."

I handed him a towel and turned around.

"Bella," he said. "You know you don't have to turn around."

My breathing hitched. Yeah, I had seen him naked before. We were about to have sex for God's sake. But I don't know... I didn't think about that.

Slowly, I turned around. He was out of the tub, towel around his waist. His chest was still wet, shimmering in the bathroom's light. Somehow, we ended up chest to chest. I ran my hand gently down his perfect body. He shivered under my light touch.

"Okay, maybe this isn't the best idea," he said, voice strained.

I looked down. Rejection swept over me.

He put his hand under my chin, making me look up at him.

"Not like that. I want you, more than I should probably," he started. "But I don't want to remember our first time as me being itchy the whole time."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I wasn't.. I wasn't thinking."

"It's okay. I want to. I really do. But I can't."

"I understand, don't worry." I said.

He slipped into his boxers. I put a dab of lotion on each little spot. As I was putting it on his legs, I got a full on view of just how much he wanted it. I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his head was looking up slightly. I laughed.

"You find this funny?"

"Find what funny?" I asked innocently.

He shook his head.

I gave him his pajamas, he got dressed and we went to the living room. We laid the same way as yesterday. He was channel flicking, I was trying to hear pieces of Jasper and Alice's conversation.

JPOV

Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

"You.. um.. wanted me?"

"You know the laundry you did a few days ago? Where did that go? I can't seem to find the white shirt I wanted to wear."

What was I supposed to say to that? I couldn't lie to her. She would find out.

"You mean the pink shirt? I.. uh.. washed pink stuff."

"No, I gave you a basket of whites."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive, Jazz."

"Okay. I have a confession." I took a deep breath.

"Tell me," she said. She looked confused.

"The whites you told me to wash... well... they're clean."

"Well, then where are they?"

"Downstairs..."

"Where? I didn't see anything white down there."

"Well, they aren't exactly white anymore..."

"WHAT?!" Uh oh. She was pissed. "What color are they then?"

"Pink," I muttered.

"Oh God. Jasper! How could you mess something that simple up! You put them in, and put in soap! No other colors with white. How did you possibly mess it up?"

Do I save my ass and make her want to hunt Emmett down, or take the blame? Save my ass.

"Emmett threw his red tee shirt into the wash after I had already started! I swear, I didn't do anything. I did everything I was supposed to!"

She started laughing. Laughing? Okay, that was definitely not the reaction I expected. She saw my confused look and laughed even harder.

"Alice?"

Had she totally lost it?

She held up a finger, laughing more. After she caught her breath again, she explained.

"I knew. I found them the other night."

"You aren't mad then?"

"Oh, I'm pissed. But what am I going to do? It's not like I can magically turn them white again. This just means I get to go shopping. And from what I hear, Emmett lost a bet to Rosalie and Emmett has to come with me."

I pulled her into my arms. "If I had known this is how you'd react, I would have told you sooner."

"What did you think I was going to do?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"Do me a favor, will you? Next time, tell me when something like this happens. Secrets don't make friends."

I laughed. "But friends make secrets."

She rolled her eyes. "Do we have a deal?"

I nodded.

We walked hand in hand out to where Bella and sicky were sitting on the couch, watching T.V.

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