Poor Josh! :( he's sick, angry, and confused beyond cornflakes! D:
I stop throwing up finally, and Matt is stroking my hair. I look down, seeing blood. I gag, but swallow and walk to the bed. I need sleep so badly.
"Matt..." I whine softly. "My stomach hurts. Make it stop, please."
I have tears in my eyes, as a shooting pain stabs my side.
"Oh, god!" I moan, ripping off my t-shirt. "I think I'm gonna be sick!" I rip the covers off of my body, and run to the bathroom, again.
Matt follows close behind, and grabs a cold washcloth. I am hunched over, throwing up again. Matt rubs my back, and wipes my mouth. I nod at him. I vomit again, Matt starts wiping sweat off of my face.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper.
"What are you sorry for Josh?" He asks.
"For ruining everything!" I choke out before vomiting again.
"You don't ruin anything, baby." Matt whispers.
He just called me baby....
I look at him, tearing up.
"Matt?, my stomach hurts.can you rub it?" I ask, feeling dizzy.
"Don't you have medicine?"
"I took some but it never works."
I sit up on the bed, and Matt lies on top of me slightly. He rubs circles on my stomach. It feels tight, my chest hurts.
"M...Matt. D-don't sto--ah--don't stop. Please." I gasp.
Am I fucking aroused by my best friend?!
He continues making circles on my stomach. I moan. It hurts, and for some reason, it soothes me. I close my eyes, and Matt climbs off.
"So, bud. Does that make you feel any better?"
I nod, "Yeah, but I still feel queasy...."
Matt rubs my stomach again.
I moan. "S-Stop...ah!"
I'm moaning now, from the pain. Matt keeps rubbing my stomach. He looks at me.
"Josh, what the fuck are you doing?"
It's Ian and Mike. Shit.
I cover my stomach and boner from my friends. Matt looks at me.
"He's got a stomachache, so I was trying to make him feel better," Matt explained.
Sweet Jesus thank you Matt! I sigh.
Ian and Mike look at us.
"Don't tell me you two are dating?" Mike gasps.
"Do you guys make out?!" Ian asks excitedly.
"IAN!!!!!" I scream.
"Ahhh, you are dating!" Mike smirks.
"I fucking called it Ramsay!" Ian says.
I glare at both of them.
"We. Are. Not. Dating." I snarl.
"Then why is Matt on top, and you have a boner?" Ian asks.
I turn red, and bury my face in my pillow.
"Ian, lay off of him. Josh's been through a lot." Mike says.
Damn straight bitch.
I look at my friends.
"I really don't mean to shit on your birthday cake, but I'm fucking sleepy, and I'm going through withdrawals, cravings, and god knows what else."
Mike and Ian exchange glances, then look at me.
"Are you pregnant?"
I gag, "Wha...what?!"
"Dude, you act like a PMS ridden, preggers lady!"
"I. Am. Not. Fucking. Preggers!" I emphisize each word.
And to make my point clearer, I grab Ian's hand and push it on my stomach.
"See?! No fucking kicking, no fucking kid!"
"Is Josh losing it?" Mike whispered to Ian.
"Yes, yes he is.."
."FUCK YOU GUYS! I'M REALLY FUCKING SICK AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS ME BEING KNOCKED UP?! I'M NOT FUCKING KNOCKED UP! IF I WAS I'D HAVE MORNING SICKNESS, AND WIERD ASS MOODSWINGS!!"
"Well, he's got the moodswings that's for sure..." Mike muttered.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AYLEY!!" I snarl.
Matt rubs my head.
"Soft kitty warm kitty little ball of fur. happy kitty sleepy kitty purr purr purr...." He sings.
I calm down, and hold Matt's hand, and cry.
I'm a fucking dick sometimes.
MORE ADDED! :D Sam, my webcam is being a dick. :( I'll skype you if I get a new one! R&R Puweeezze?? xo Jules