Farmer Princess

Chapter 2: Sick

The sun rose. Chase groaned and rubbed his head, looking at the pale girl in his bed. He had let her stay, only because she was running a fever over one hundred degrees. Coughing, the girl sat up in the bed, looking around in shock. Her eyes widened and her face flushed, not really helping the fever. Chase stood up, his back hurting from sleeping on the floor.

"What am I doing here?" The farmer asked, her face scarlet. He stood up, starting to cook breakfast with some eggs.

"Beats me," He replied. "You came to me in the middle of a thunderstorm." Angela faintly remembered that there was going to be a storm later.

"So, we didn't do anything?" Chase's face flushed as soon as he heard her say that, but it was quickly replaced with a scowl.

"We barely know each other, yet you came to my house and are now asking if we did anything. Why would I want to do anything like that with you?" His anger made the girl jump back in surprise, then look down.

"I'm sorry..." She croaked out. Her throat was sore from her yelling and screaming last night when she was trying to sleep in her bed.

"It also didn't help that you were screaming last night." Chase frowned, remembering that he had to try soothing the girl to sleep, letting her cry in his arms. His nose twitched as he remembered the nice deed he did.

"I am really sorry. I had...a nightmere." The boy was surprised by her statement, not really believing that the girl had a nightmere.

"So, what was it about then?" He asked, not knowing what would happen. Angela burst into tears, her eyes stinging from crying so much.

"A fire...my parents were in it...Molly got out...so did I...but they didn't...we should've helped them..." Her eyes were still watering but she couldn't cry anymore. Chase frowned and scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry..for asking..you seem upset." Angela had to giggle at that.

"No," She rolled her eyes. "I'm extremely happy about having a nightmere." Chase smiled a little and chuckled. Angela perked up at hearing his laugh, her face going pink.

"Since..we don't know each other much...why don't we start now?" Angela proposed. Chase thought about it a bit, then nodded.

"I suppose." Angela clapped her hands, then winced at the noise. "What do you want to know?"

"When's your birthday?" She asked.

"Spring 23rd." He responded. "Yours?"

"Spring 25th." She nodded happily. "And my favorite color is Orange!"

"Mine too." Chase smiled a little, noticing how good they are getting along.

"Who are you exactly?" Chase smirked.

"A chef who wants to be the best. You?" Angela froze up. She didn't know how to explain it.

"Um, it's a secret!" Chase frowned, he wanted to know her really well.

"Okay, if you say so. Are you feeling better now?" He asked gently.

"Uh-huh! Thank you Chase!" Angela pecked him on the cheek softly, her lips soft and pink on his cheek. He blushed slightly then returned to his natural self.

"What was that for?" He asked coldly. Angela didn't seem affected by this and skipped out of his house merrily. Chase held a hand up to his cheek and stared at her retreating form. 'Why am I feeling like I'm getting softer and softer when I'm around her? Am I sick?' Chase thought and slipped into his bed, his covers smelling like the vanilla perfume Angela wore.

"Angela...you crazy woman.."