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It started out as a tiny, innocent cold, but as the days passed, your condition got progressively worse. And it showed. You personally didn't feel that it was as bad as people told you, and so you tried to tell your now long-term girlfriend, Millie. Who, by the way, wasn't falling for it. Who knows, maybe it was your constant coughs and stuffy nose that gave it away. As much as you tried to hide it, she saw right through you— and a part of you liked that.
She hadn't complained much lately, since you started taking care of yourself; wearing socks whenever inside, actually eating the soup she made you, staying in bed for the most part... stuff like that. Although the constant worrying quickly got old, you still found yourself thankful that she cared. Besides, if roles switched you'd be ten times worse than her.
"Y/n, are you sure you'll be fine without me? You still look kinda sick to me." Millie questioned you, placing a hand on your forehead, eyes wide as she felt you were burning up. "Yeah, yeah! I'll be fine, Mills! No need to worry!" You tried reassuring her, smiling widely at her.
Still, she wasn't entirely convinced by your words. Skeptically, she examined your features one final time before sighing. Millie was a sweetheart— and she wanted nothing more than to be with you throughout your sickness, but she couldn't stay at your house forever. She had work.
She was hesitant, but eventually agreed. "If you get worse— you tell me, alright?" You nodded. As she attempted to kiss you goodbye, you pulled away. "Nuh uh, I'm not getting my movie-star-girlfriend sick." You laughed. She rolled her eyes playfully, blowing you a kiss before leaving out the door.
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A few hours had gone by and you were doing fine. You weren't an actor, or even famous. So missing out on a few days of school wasn't particularly your begets issue. Right now, it was between the gallon of ice cream casually placed onto your counter, or simply ordering a pizza. You figured since ice cream was your go to anyway, you'd choose that.
Just as you picked out a spoon, your phone was ringing again. This was the third time Millie had called since she left. Of course, you liked speaking to her, and if she wasn't on set, you would've talked for a lot longer. "Hey, babe!" You greeted, putting her on speaker whilst you got your snacks ready.
"Hi, y/n! Are you feeling any better?" Her sweet voice rang through the other side of the line. You smiled faintly to yourself, enjoying the sound of your name on her tongue. "Y/n?" She repeated, snapping you back into reality.
"Yeah, sorry. I'm doing better, been taking loads of medicine." You added, knowing she'd like that. You heard her hum in response, so you resumed your babbling. "But, wait. Aren't you on set now?"
"Yeah, five minute break. But they said I could leave early if I wanted to since I don't have any more scenes to film!" She said. You could practically feel the grin on her lips as the words formed.
"What! That's great! Are you coming over?" You squealed. "We can rewatch mean girls?"
"Obviously! I'm bringing snacks though, so I'll be there in like thirty minutes!" She said. You could hear her walk somewhere, her footsteps loud as she was wearing her heels again.
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"That's so dumb, though! Like why even make a sequel if you're just gonna recast!" Millie complained as the two of you laid in your bed, computer wide open as you stuffed chips into your mouths.
"Exactly! A the plot too— It was so shit!" You carried the subject on, the movie finally coming to an end. As mentioned earlier, you were originally gonna watch the mean girls original, but somehow along the way you decided on watching the sequel.
You were just about to say something, when another dry cough escaped your throat, which soon developed into an abundance of coughs. You felt Millie hold your back as you stopped. Your throat now hurting a bit from the damage.
"Maybe you should go, Mills. I really don't wanna get you sick." You told her, feeling guilty but you didn't wanna see her in a state like yours. "We can still chat over facetime, I swear—!" You tried, but you were cut short as she interrupted your sentence.
"Not gonna happen. I don't care if I get sick, I'll still have you anyway." She told you. "And if you're concerned about work, we're finishing the season in like, two weeks." Millie informed you.
You sighed in defeat, knowing she would give up now that you've gotten her started. She grinned, knowing she won the argument. "Alrighty, guess you're stuck with me then!" You shrugged, playfully bumping her shoulder as you made readjusted your pillow. "What's next in line? Harry Potter marathon?" You suggested. It was what you guys did on your first date. "Really? That'll be like, the hundredth time we've done that!" She groaned, leaning back in the bed.
"Got a better idea?" You eyed her teasingly. She stayed silent this time, huffing. "Just start the damn movie!" She beamed, dramatically throwing her hands up in the air.
