"Ohh…Hilary…" A soft moan startled the hyperactive brunette, temporarily distracting her from her work of preparing some nice, warm miso soup. She had definitely heard it, though, and exited her place in the kitchen, entering the living room of Granger house with her hands on her hips.

"What now, Tyson?" she snapped.

"I…I changed my mind," Tyson began tentatively, a small smile gracing his chapped lips. "I don't want the miso soup anymore."

Hilary, shaking her head in aggravation, began making her way towards the couch-ridden teenager, ready to lay her hands on him.

"H-H-Hilary, wait! If you touch me you might get the chicken pox, too!" Tyson fretfully warned his companion.

"Tyson, how many times do I have to tell you? I've already had the chicken pox! Besides, if I kill you now I can just blame your illness. No one will have to know I'm guilty of murder." Hilary grinned mischievously, coming even closer to Tyson.

"You are here to take care of me, remember?" Tyson spat, retaliating acidly.

"I never signed up for your petty complaints! All day it's been, 'Hilary, bring me this' and 'never mind, now bring me that.' Honestly, Tyson, give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!" Hilary scowled menacingly.

"Because I'm adorable when I'm sick and because you love me so much?" Tyson stated sheepishly, giving Hilary his cutest, most engaging smile.

Hilary felt her face flush slightly, warmth creeping up into her cheeks. God, why did he have to be so freaking cute all the time? How did she let herself fall in love with such a sweet, endearing, charming…

Tyson let out a giggle, pleased at having successfully saved himself from the wrath of his girlfriend.

…obnoxious, moronic, dense loser?!

"Ugh, Tyson! Wipe that smile off your face or I really am going to kill you!" Hilary threatened.

"Alright, Alright!" Tyson put up his hands in mock surrender, defeatedly.

"What would you like now?" Hilary asked in irritation.

"Some hot tea would be nice, please."

"I thought you didn't want tea anymore? I thought you wanted miso soup?"

"Um, I changed my mind again, hehe."

"What's the magic word?" Hilary teased.

"Umm…baby?" Tyson asked, with a wink.

"Ugh, you really are an idiot, Tyson! It's called 'please'!"

"Oh, right…" Tyson sweat dropped in embarrassment.

The manager tapped her fingers in agitation against the counter top as she waited for the water to come to a boil in the tea kettle. Why oh why did she ever answer volunteer to take care of him today? Oh, right. Because she loved Tyson.

"Hilary…I change my mind again!"

But her love came with challenges...

The brunette hummed a tune as she waited for the tub to fill. How odd it was that people took oatmeal baths when they were afflicted with chicken pox! Well, if it would make Tyson feel better it would be worth a shot, she figured. Poor guy. She would do anything to make him feel better.

"Tyson, your oatmeal bath is ready!" she called out a few minutes later.

Tyson slowly trudged into the bathroom, dragging his spotted feet along the floor. When he saw Hilary and the bath filled with oatmeal his eyes lit up.

"Wow, Hilary! This should definitely make me feel better!"

"I hope so, Tyson. Well, go on in."

Tyson paused, staring at Hilary.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Hilary asked, growing aggravated and not thinking of what it meant for Tyson to get in the tub in front of her.

"Umm, I thought you'd, you know, give me some privacy, but if you want to see my naked bottom that's fine with me!" Tyson teased with a grin.

Hilary felt herself turn bright red.

"Tyson! I'm going to kill you!" Hilary screamed, chasing a frightened Tyson out of the bathroom. He was getting awfully annoying today.

After the bath…

"Thanks for taking care of me today, Hilary," a tired Tyson appreciated, his head resting in her lap.

"You're welcome, Tyson. You know I love you…even if you are a pain," Hilary replied, stroking the sick boy's blue hair.

"There's just one thing I need to make me feel better," Tyson began, looking up at his girlfriend.

"Hmm? What's that?" Hilary asked.

"Well, it would be really nice if you would give me a goodnight kiss."

"I don't think so, Tyson. I know I won't get chicken pox because I've already had it, but there's no way I'm kissing those nasty looking lips…no offense," Hilary quickly added, not wanting to hurt Tyson's feelings.

"Oh, come on, Hil." Tyson sat up and began to pout.

"Uh-uh. No way."

"Please…"

"Oh, alright. I want this kiss to be really special, though, so I want you to close your eyes and wait for me to lean in," Hilary instructed.

Tyson closed his eyes and puckered up, waiting expectantly for what seemed like forever…until he felt something extremely smooth hit his lips. Opening his eyes, he saw something red and shiny and round in front of him.

"What the?"

"You know what they say, Tyson. An apple a day keeps the doctor away!"