Rachel
It was a few days later. I still didn't feel good. As usual I was in my room on my bed. To add to everything Jesse the guy id been dating has unexpectedly broken up w/ me. Which didn't help any.
A knock came on my door.
"yeah?" I said.
"its me dear," Dianna said.
"oh," I looked towards the door, "um" - I coughed - "come in."
"ok."
She did closing the door behind her. I noticed she was holding the yellow and a bottle of root beer.
I shook my head as she approached me: "no. I don't want root beer."
"its for you love. Its for your temp," she told me.
Oh.
"oh."
"yeah."
She sat on my bed.
"give me your feet," she said.
I tried to move them out from under the covers but couldn't as I was too achy.
"ow," I said softly.
"here," Dianna said.
She moved down and across me and moved the covers off my feet. She held them.
"omygod."
"huhm?" I asked.
"your feet are burning."
"they are?"
"yeah."
She was surprised as was I. I was also really tired so I didn't fully register what shed said.
She reached behind her and got the bottle.
"spread your legs," she said.
I smiled despite my tired sick haze.
I spread them.
"now bend them."
I did.
"mmk. And put your um. Um…."
I moved my toes.
"yes those. Thank you dear. Feet together," Dianna finished.
I did as she put the bottle in between them. I felt the cold. It was surprising.
"oh. Ohhhh. Oh god," I was strangely turned on.
"yeah I know."
She put the yellow on the back of my neck and brushed my hair back.
"better?" she asked.
"yeah but I wish I was w/ Jesse. No I mean you're pretty and you've been so nice to me lately. I…..its…..just…" I coughed.
"shhh. Shhh. Oh honey. I know," Dianna said.
"whets" - cough - "new?"
"well I moved in w/ amber after my parents kicked me out. Bc Cory broke the news to them that I was pregnant."
"oh."
"yeah I know. And he kicked me out."
"oh."
"yeah kinda sucks."
I nodded: "mmmhmm."
"darling," Dianna said moving my head onto her chest.
I smiled sleepily at the endearment.
"hm?"
"maybe….you….could try to talk less."
I immediately tensed: "why? Am I annoying you?"
"no. no no no," she said quickly: "no hear me out."
She put her hands up in defense.
I nodded: "mmk."
"you rehearse all the damn time."
"well no one else is going to carry all the female vocals. Least," I looked down, "not the same way I do."
"I know and you're amazing. don't get me wrong. I just. Wonder how good it is for you. If you're sick and you keep rehearsing late into the night and early in the morning you'll. Just. Only get sicker. And I don't want that to happen sugar."
I smiled at the endearment: "what are you southern?"
"no. not really."
"oh."