Samuel Winters
Waking up, my alarm was going off and already annoying the shit out of me.
Why did I also feel like shit?
Sniffling, I check the time on my phone and shut off my alarm. I had to be at the stadium to watch Jensen practice in about two hours?
I was not feeling okay to go. Yeah, fuck this. I'll take a day off because I barely feel like I can sit up.
Me: I'm staying home. I'll text Dani, but call her for me please
Celia: sure thing. Dani will also let Jensen's managers know to not expect you today.
Me: sweet, thanks. I'm going back to sleep. I will probably be dead until tomorrow
And with that note, I shut off my phone and set it back under my pillow, making sure some chill music was playing. I couldn't fall asleep without some sort of noise in the background, whether it be TV or music.
And into tomorrow we shall go.
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A knock sounded at my door. I groan and look at my clock.
It's seven in the morning.
What the fuck?
I stumble out of bed, not bothering to grab my glasses. My head begins to hurt, and I inwardly curse about how much I hate being sick.
Rubbing my eyes, I open the door.
Jensen is leaning against the door frame.
More importantly, he's at my apartment at 7am unannounced. I look like a trash panda. Scratch that, I feel like a trash panda.
'What are you doing here?' I sign drowsily.
Jensen lets himself in. "I hope you don't mind, but I managed to get Celia's number because you didn't show up to my practice yesterday. She said you were sick, and so I brought you things to make soup."
He holds up a grocery bag.
Celia decided right now would be a perfect moment to walk out, and she paused, closing her robe right around her body.
"Jensen?" She asks.
He waves, full of energy.
'He's here at 7am with things to make soup because you told him I was sick.' I sign quickly. Jensen doesn't catch what I say, so he looks back at Celia.
Suddenly something else unexpected happens.
A figure emerges from behind Celia. Fully dressed and holding both of her shoes in her hands.
My eyes widen, and so do Jensen's.
Celia turns around and facepalms.
Becks gives a shy wave.
'I'm going back to bed.' Is all I say. I can't deal with this morning.
I grab a box of tissues and head back to my room, my nose already starting to run.
"Sam..." Celia calls out, but I just shut the door behind me, and plop back into bed.
I pull the covers around me, trying to keep my body from shivering with fever.
And slowly, I fall back into sleep.
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