Monday, February 7, 2014

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It is now Monday. I have been at Andy's house since Friday. The original plan was for me to just bring him his medication. But, that turned into him making me sick. Andy fully recovered from his illness yesterday, but I'm suffering the massive body ache.

He did this to me on purpose because he wanted to "Spend time with me." If this is what he was doing to prove he was nice... it was somewhat working. But, he wouldn't let me go home. He insisted on me not driving because of my condition, and he's letting me stay in his bed.

This whole situation right now is very weird. I feel that every time I see Andy, I feel a growing attraction to him. The only thing is I don't want to feel a growing attraction. I enjoyed despising Andy, and this wasn't exactly despising. This was.. loving. He is trying to prove to me who he really is, and I'm thankful for that, but what kind of gets me mad.. is the asshole move he used to get me into this.

He kissed me. He fucking kissed me. And he kept kissing me. He kept kissing me until he heard her the ear shedding cough dishevel from my throat. That's what he wanted to hear. But, what I wanted, was to go home.

Taryn has called and I told her where I was and she couldn't believe it. But, she doesn't understand how sick I am. I feel like my body has bursted through the depths of hell and hasn't recovered. It wasn't a nice feeling. It actually sucked.

Andy has done everything for me. He has gotten me Advil, gave me water when I needed, food, hell, he even fed me. But the whole "Feeding" thing didn't last long. He was being a total faggot about it, so I yanked the spoon from his hand and proved to him I was able to feed myself, even if it feels like an elephant has been dropped on me.

Moving was the worst thing I could do, but I had to show Andy that I can do the simplest thing like eat soup by myself.

When I first came here, I was in nasty sweats and a Misfits tee. But as I got sicker, the clothes were making me hot, so the only choice I had was to wear Andy's. I was in a pair of boy's boxers and a plain white t-shirt.

This whole feeling of Andy was weird. There was something he was trying to accomplish; other than winning the bet. He was letting me sleep in his bed while he slept on the couch. Other girls would protest "No, this is your bed, I'll just sleep on the couch." and the guy would be like, all cliché and shit, "Well, I'm not going to sleep in this bed without you." Then they would cuddle all night and be gay as fuck. But, I, on the other hand, didn't protest. He offered me the bed, so I took up the offer. I wasn't going to fight against it and have he 1 millimeter dick poking my through his briefs as we slept.

Anyway, back to today. I was wrapped in a cocoon of blankets, for two minutes later to take them away from me because I was hot, and then soon wrap myself up in them again because I was cold. It was just the perks of being sick. I was watching re-runs of Tosh.0, while Andy was downstairs doing whatever he does on normal days like this.

As much as I wanted to go home, I didn't want to. His bed was really comfortable. Far more comfortable than mine.

As the one episode of Tosh ended, I noticed the time and groaned. It was "Andy's hourly check of Reagan's temperature to make sure she isn't abnormally hot." Without thinking twice, I sat up and leaned against the headboard, soon hearing some very heavy footsteps stampede up the stairs.

The cracked door was soon fully opened to reveal a shirtless Andy, holding up a thermometer, with a weird, goofy grin on his face. I rolled my eyes at him as he inched closer and brought the thermometer up to my mouth.

"Tongue up," he instructed. I did as he said and lifted my tongue and he stuck the little stick with the cold metal top under it. I closed my mouth and he sat himself on the edge of the bed, waiting for the beep of the thermometer.

When it finally beeped, he pulled the little white stick out of my mouth and read the temperature. "102.4. It went down." I nodded. He smiled. "So, how are you feeling?"

"Just fucking dandy," I replied, soon coughing up my lungs. I slid back down and sniffled. I don't like being sick, especially knowing Andy is taking care of me.

I felt the weight in the bed soon leave and then more was put down on it. I knew for a fact he was laying down next to me right now. "What are you doing?" I groaned. He chuckled.

"I'm laying down in my bed, problem?" I shook my head. Normally, I would be thinking there was a problem, but right now, I don't think there is one. "Do you need anything?"

"I need to be warm, and these blankets just aren't doing it," I said, hopefully making the hint clear. I can't believe I'm doing this. I saw the smirk on his face from behind me and his arms wrapped around my small figure. "Thank you," I nearly whispered. I snuggled in closer to him.

This was weird, but relaxing. I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I'm cuddling with the bastard I hated two days ago. I wasn't thinking anything of it. Right now, I didn't care, I just wanted to be comfortable, and that was happening.

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"Wake up," A voice whispered in my ear. I jolted up fast and looked around the room. I was still in Andy's room. It felt like forever when I was sleeping. All the pain I was going through went away. "Time to take your temperature. You're looking better, Reagan."

I nodded and he put the thermometer in my mouth. After a short while of waiting the most irritating beeping went off. "99.7. You look like you're all good." I was silently praying to the Gods. I just wanted to go home.

"Thanks for everything Andy," I said slipping back on my sweats and t-shirt that were now cleaned.

"No problem." He nodded. "Hey, I'll see you tomorrow. This deal is still on until Friday."

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