Sparks-Ronance

Sick Day -4-

I looked out the window as Nancy Wheeler, THE Nancy Wheeler, drove me to her place. She kept glancing back at me to make sure I was okay, and when we got there she helped me get out of the car that I was now molded to.

Mike was in the kitchen with Will and he looked at me and Nance with a perplexed look on his face. Will chuckled and turned to go down into the basement. 

Once we reached Nancy's room, I immediently flopped down on her bed. She smiled softly at me and turned to get some other clothes for me. I used to despise Nancy Wheeler, as she 'stole' Barb from me. And when Barb went missing I got furious at Nancy and blamed her for Barb's death. That was, until I saw her at Barb's grave, she then opened up to me and I was astonished on how Nancy Wheeler, actually was greiving Barb's death and blamed herself for it ever since she went missing.

Once she got some sweat pants and a baggy shirt, she put them neatly next to me. She looked into my eyes with her deep crystal blue eyes, and my face went a bit hot at my cheeks. She left the room but stayed outside the door, so noone walked into me changing. "Huh, she's niicer than I thought." I said in my mind, tying up the sweat pant's laces. "You can come in Nance!" I attempted to quietly shout through the door, then she walked in and said, "I'm getting canged, turn around." I closed the door and looked at her night stand. There was a mirror on it so I could see Nancy's bra. "Fuck." I thought, closing my eyes.

She slept mostly all day, half on her bed, so I could also sleep a bit. I woke up groggily and looked behind me, and Nancy was holding my right arm. I tried getting up without waking her, but itt looked like she didn't sleep at all. She popped her head up and asked with a slight rasp, "Robin? Where are you going?" I responded with, "Steve's, gotta check on that dingus." "Can I come with you?" I nodded and we went to her car.