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"Jes, time to get up." Came a soft voice from the door of my room. I stirred into conciousness. I couldn't quite make sense of what was going on. My head hurt like a bitch and I felt like I was on one of those little kids spinning rides.
"Urfff.. I... I feel.. like... Blah..." Was what I said. I felt like I was in a totally different state though. Everything I said or heard was booming in my head. I wanted it to stop.
"Jes, did you have a bad day yesterday? You can't escape it by being sick for the rest of the year!" She chuckled. "You can tell me about it- It'll be fine."
"No, honestly, I can't.. I can't even stand this talking. My head hurts like a bi-" I had actually never sworn infront of Andrew or Marian. I wondered how they would take it. I thought that it would be best to end it softly, "..cycle ran back and forth over it a bajillion times!"
She looked at me with an almost disappointed voice. "Andrew!" She called out the door. "Jes says she's too sick to go to school."
Faintly, yet still loud enough to kill a few more of my already mushed brain cells, he replied, "Ah- I told her she should've jumped in the shower before she went to bed!"
"Pardon?"
"She walked in absolutely soaked last night!"
"Oh." It seemed like for a second she didn't know what to do. "You'll be okay to stay home by yourself, yeah? Both Andrew and I have work and wont be back until at least 6pm. Okay?"
"Yeah..." I mumbled.
"And if you need anything, our work numbers are on the fridge. As well as all the other emergency numbers you might possibly need. Get lots of rest and keep your fluids up."
"Yep.."
She closed the door and within a few seconds was gone to work. I lay on my back with my arms across my face. My head was pounding. I wanted to smash it into a pulp against a brick wall, just so the pain and throbbing would go away. My cell phone vibrated on the bedside table and I cringed at the loud noise on the wood.
Frank: You home today?
Fuck. I had totally forgotten about last night. Infact, there was very little that I actually remembered! I didn't want Frank to come over- Even if it was to look after me. I probably look four bajillion times worse than I felt, and that was saying something, considering how shit I felt. So I replied;
Jes: Yeah. I feel like absolute shit though, and probably look about four bajillion times worse- You probably shouldn't come over :/
Frank: But I said I would come look after you if you were sick! And I bet you look just as amazing as usual(: x
He just had to add that end bit in, now didn't he?! I felt myself melt a little, and not just because I was beginning to burn up.
Jes: BUT FRAAAANNKKK! You wont wanna ask me to be your girlfriend anymore if you see me;)
Frank: Doubt it c; Shall I come over in 15?
Dangit! I was half expecting him to tell me to fuck up, so, that totally back fired. Andrew was driving out of the drive way at that very moment, so I didn't see any reason why he couldn't come over in half an hour. Apart from the state I was in, which was truly quite appalling.
Jes: Frank):
Frank: Cya soon(:
Jes: -.-
I doubted there was any stopping that boy, so I took a deep breathe and jumped out of bed. Getting a massive shock of static and blur to my eyes and brain- Almost falling back down on to the bad. I stumbled to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and tied my messy hair into a loose bun. I began to feel sick, and before I knew it, I was at the toilet bowl, chucking up my insides. I really was quite horrible at being sick. If that even made sense. I didn't know. I just knew that I now really didn't want Frank to come over and that I'd have to brush my teeth again 'cause there was no stopping him coming over.
By the time I had managed to draw myself away from the toilet bowl and re brush my teeth, the door bell sounded through the house. Fuuuucccckkk! I dropped to the floor and curled in a ball, taking deep breaths and I faced up to having to let Frank in, even though I was still in the same clothes I was wearing yesterday and probably stunk really badly. As I walked through my room, I quickly sprayed myself with my body spray, in hopes that it would eat up all the the stinky smell and envelope me in a watermeloney scent.
I stood at the door and looked through the peep hole. Yes, it was indeed Frank. "I don't wanna open the door." I said honestly to the door.
"Too bad!" Frank laughed. "I come bearing chicken soup, and that, my friend, you cannot say no to 'cause it'll make you better."
I groaned and banged my head against the great wooden door. "FUUCCCKKK!" I had forgotten about how much my head hurt. But it all came rushing back in that one donk. Being almost knock out, I held my head with one hand and unlocked and opened the door for Frank. Not moving for him to come in, but standing in the door way so I could fall into him for comfort. I didn't care at the point what I looked or smelt like, I just had a really sore entire body and needed comfort. He wrapped his arms around me tight, and I expected him to say something sarcastic to break the silence, but he must've understood that I wasn't in the mood and he didn't say anything. He shuffled us forwards into the house and closed the door. We just stood there for a few minutes. My head was spinning and I was drifting- I could feel my legs begin to buckle, but Frank lifted me back up. "Well I don't know my way around your insanely massive house, so where are we going?"
I winced and stepped away from Frank, amazed at the fact that I was able to stand by myself. "You, can go into that room," I pointed lazily at the lounge room, "And I, am going upstairs to get changed."
"You sure you'll be okay by yourself? I think I better come- Just incase."
I rolled my eyes, but wasn't in the state of mind for arguing.
He sat down on my bed as I went to my draws, looking for something presentable to wear. "What should I wear?" I muttered, not expecting Frank to hear it.
"Well if you're asking me to choose..." He said in a suggestive tone. "Nah, just kidding. But if you are asking me, I must say I do find pyjama's extrememly sexy.." He ended with a little wink. But there was no way I was going to wear my pyjama's in front of Frank.
"Well too bad! My pyjama's aren't in my draw and I am not going to walk any farther to get them."
He leant over to the head of my bed and I sharply turned around and ran for him- He was not going to get my pyjama's. I'd die of embarrassment. "Noo!!" I yelled and jumped on him and scrambled forward to sit on my pillow so he couldn't get to them.
"Woah! Someone's a bit protective! Hiding something dirty under there, are we, Jes?"
"No! I just don't wanna wear my pyjama's." I said innocently. I wasn't hiding anything dirty, but my pink leopard pyjama onesies- It would kill me to have anyone else see!
"Well you don't have to wear them. So just move, okay?" He sat infront of me. "You have to go get changed anyway."
"No I don't I can just sit here for the rest of the day."
Don't make me move you myself!" He lunged forward and started tickling me so he could move me. Gosh darn my ticklishness!!!
"No! No!" I yelled between laughter and intense deep breathes. I kicked out and flailed my arms so it was harder for him but I soon began to feel really sick. I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. Him seeing my pyjama's- Extrememly bad. Me vomitting on him- Suicide.
I was surprized that I had anything left in me to vomit.
I could feel Frank's eyes on me from the doorway, but he didn't do anything. Just waited for me patiently. When my chucks and heaves reduced to just vile air coming out, I turned around to Frank. In his hands he had my onesie and once he saw that I was okay, he held it up, and with the cutest look on his face, like a little puppy dog, all he said was "You HAVE to put it on." This guy would soon have so much on me, but I might as well have gotten it all out then while it was all happening.
"If I put it on, you can't tell ANYONE about it, deal?"
"Don't worry, babe."
I despised being treated so adorably! Especially by a guy I had only known for not even two days! I scrunched up my face, "Don't call me babe!"
"How come? You are!"
"Nuu!" I scrunched up my face again and got up to get the onesie.
"Oh look! Now you're and babe and a cutie!"
"Shhhhhh! I am not! Now leave me alone to die of embarrassment!"
"You are so, though! It's just one of those things you can't deny." He moved forward and held my waist and kissed my nose, with extra sound effects on the "Mwaaahh!". I could have melted through the floor, like a knife through butter. I wanted to scream at him to fuck me, but that would've been extrememly inappropriate and he'd probably run out of the house and kill himself. I didn't want him to die. Not one bit.
"Now, is it just me, or did you just get a sudden temperature?" Frank winked at me, referring to the sudden reddness of my face.
"Fuck up!" I slammed the door on him and turned around and smiled into my ridiculous onesie. I didn't even know why I got it. Probably because I love the irony. Depressing, i-dont-give-a-shit emo chick by day, pink leopard printed chick by night. It had to make you question the Universe!
I walked out of the bathroom covering my face, as to not see Frank's reaction. "Bring the blanket down." I ordered him and instantly walked off down stairs with him behind me, so I still couldn't see his reaction.
"You look so cuuuuutttteee!" He squealed like a little girl as he followed me down the stairs with my big duvet.
"Just shut it, Frankie!" I slipped out. It wasn't even a thought in my brain. 'Frankie' just seemed to be the right word for the sentence.
"Aw! And I get called Frankie as well?! I doubt this day could get any cuter!"
"It would help if I wasn't so sick." I muttered and collapsed on to the big leather sofa. Voluntarily Frank covered me with the blanket.
"And would you like me to tuck you in?" He said in a sweet voice, sarcastically of course though.
"No, because you're coming under too!"
"Oh really?" He said once again suggestively.
"Oh come on!" I said, face palming.
"What?! Sex is all us guys can think about, did you not hear?!"
"Well can you try not to think it about it for five minutes and come snuggle with me?" I said the last bit in a small voice.
"And what happens when the five minutes is up?"
"Get out."
"Fine!" He did the total absolute completely opposite and climbed under the blanket and pulled me over so that I was lying on him, between his legs. There was jack all on TV that I actually wanted to watch, so I rolled over into Frank's chest. He smelt even more comfortable than he did last night. I sniffed in deeply, just to feel more comfortable. "I'm tired, Frankie. Is it okay if I go to sleep? You can change the channel to whatever..." I was already half asleep.
In the distance I heard him say "Sure- You need plenty of rest, babe."
I awoke to the soft sound of snoring and smiled. Frank must've fallen asleep too. I looked up into the kitchen, looking for the wall clock. 6 30pm. I froze. Fuck. I quietly jumped up as to not wake the adorable sleeping Frank just yet. I ran to the front door to check for any cars in the drive way. Just as a mass of automobile on the driveway caught my attention a voice came down from upstairs. "Please tell me you weren't faking sick?"
I looked up to see Andrew at the top of the stairs. "Fuck." I muttered.
"Pardon?"
"I mean, no, I actually am sick. You can honestly go check my bathroom. You probably don't want to though.."
"And he is..?" He asked, obviously talking about Frank.
"He's Frank. He knew I was gonna be sick today- Just like you did, and he said that if I was he'd come take care of me. Don't worry, we didn't do.. Anything.."
"Okay. You'll probably want to have him out of the house soonish- Marian'll be home in about 15 minutes, and you wont want her finding out..."
My Godfathers, this man was gonna lie to his wife for me. I gained an extreme amount of respect for him at that moment. I didn't wanna say anything just incase he changed his mind, so I just nodded and ran back into the lounge and shook Frank softly. "Frank, you have to get up now!" I said this softly, but sternly.
He stirred a bit, but fell back asleep. Guys were truly impossble to wake up!
"Frank!" I shook him harder.
"Whaaa...?" He mummbled sleepily and slowly opened his eyes. "Fuck, what time is it?" He still sounded sleepy and it was totally adorable. Too bad I had to shrug it off though.
"It's 6 30, bub. You have to leave now, okay?"
He smiled. "You called me bub."
"Frank! You're not listening! You have to get up now!" I had gotten impatient. Andrew made it seem like a life or death thing if Marian had found out he was here, and I really didn't wanna take that chance.
"Okay! Okay! I'm getting up!"
"Did I forget to mention that Andrew's already home?"
"You're fucking kidding me?!" All colour had drained from his face- He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "He's gonna kill me, isn't he?" He truly seemed scared. I began laughing- Guys were always scared of chicks' dad's for some reason, even though Andrew wasn't my father, Frank didn't know yet, and he was s'posed to be my father figure anyway.
"Don't worry- He's fine. I think it's Marian we have to worry about though.... She'll be home in about 10 minutes, so you really have to go."
A little bit of colour returned to his face. "Okay."
He got up and I walked him to the door and he put his shoes back on. "Thank you, Frankie for coming and looking after me today." He chimed for me to say.
"Yes, thank you, Frankie." I said cheerily. I opened the door for him.
"Do I get a goodbye kiss for my good deed of spending the day with you?" He said bribingly.
"Ha! You got to see me all disgusting AND you got to see me in my jimjams as well as snuggle with me!"
He pouted, making me feel a bit sorry for him, "Besides, I've been vomitting all day and haven't managed to re re brush my teeth."
"Re re brush your teeth?"
"Don't ask... But anyways, sorry. Goodbye hug?" I offered, which he accepted, probably just as happily. He slowly backed out of the hug, but stopped about halfway with his hands around my waist again and touched foreheads with me. I could hear his slightly heavier than usual breathing. "You're not kissing me." I whispered.
"Fine." He gave in and kissed me on the forehead and left.
I closed the door slowly, taking in the events of the day- Not wanting to close the door, as if I was closing the door on the good day. Well, it wasn't even that good. Just strange and eventful..
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"Jesus!" I jumped and faced up the stairs again to Andrew. "How long were you there for?"
"Long enough- But is he?"
I found the answer to be quite disappointing and slightly depressing. "No." But then I remembered what he had said last night. "He might be though. Hopefully." I openly admitted. Andrew better have been feeling lucky, 'cause I didn't normally open up to people like this. "You're honestly not gonna tell Marian anything, are you?"
"No, don't worry. She'd just get way to paranoid and over the top. Things are just better not to her knowledge.."
"Oh.... So- Do you like him? I mean, you didn't get to talk to him or anything, but what'd you think?"
"Well, any boy volunteering to go look after a girl while she's sick, is definitely a keeper." He winked at me.