A.N: You all have Chocopokkin to thank for the next two updates.
Remember Jacen, I don't forget blackmail…..So therefore, you owe me an update too.
"Matt get up….." I yelled for the seventh time today. I mean seriously, No one should be able to sleep later than three in the afternoon, but no, he just had to stay asleep.
"Matt, don't make me come in there."
I heard his very muffled voice yell back "I dun' wanna get up…I dun' feel gud."
I laughed. He sounded awful, but damn it, he sounded adorable too.
A few minutes later he shuffled down the hallway out of our room, wrapped in like ten blankets, looking half asleep. I laughed again. He glared.
"Shut up." He snapped, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside me.
"Or what?" I asked back, laughing.
"I'll…I'll….." He stopped midsentence by coughing, which made me pause for a moment. Maybe he really was still really sick. If he was, it would be my fault.
Shit.
"Hey, are you okay?" I quickly asked, placing my hand on his forehead, which was still burning. He shook his head.
I pulled him in to my lap. He instantly curled up and shut his eyes, and he was out like a fucking light.
So maybe it had been a mistake to make him get up. Oops. Although, he did look really quite cute curled up like that.
He looked so peaceful, and relaxed, with his hair all messed up, and a very faint smile on his lips, like nothing wrong had ever happened.
What wishful thinking that was.
I gently kissed his cheek before closing my own eyes and drifting off to sleep.
When I woke up, it was dark out, and Matt was still there on my lap. I guess there really is a cure for insomnia. It's called an adorable sick boyfriend. However, now I seriously couldn't feel my legs.
So, I picked him up carefully and walked sluggishly back to our room before lying down and trying to go back to sleep.
Just as I started to drift off again, I was snapped back away by someone pounding on our apartment door yelling "Mello get your ass out here!" followed by the sound of our door being kicked open.