Avery

~6~

It's been around 2 weeks since it started raining and it's yet to stop.

Since people hate the rain, no one wants to waste their time to come to the local bakery so it's painfully quiet today.

The streets are empty, everything is all grey and dull. It's not very fun.

I sit at the window with a hot chocolate and book, just listening to the pattering against the windows.

It's actually very nice to not do anything. I'd like to do it a lot more often.

I've been feeling very under the weather lately, I think it's just a cold, but its awful.

Sniffling for the hundredth time, I turn the page.

I don't even notice anyone walk in until I hear my name.

Turning in their direction, I sigh when I realise who it is, focusing back on my book.

"Really? You're still being bitchy with me?"

How is he even saying that?

"You're one to talk, you're the rudest person I've ever met."

He keeps a straight face, just like always.

"What's wrong with your face?"

"Charming way to ask."

"No, I mean it, you look like a ghost." he turns my head towards him again, observing my features.

His hand softly touches my forehead and I pull back.

"Your skin is burning, Avery."

"Worried about me?"

He doesn't even take a beat to answer.

"Nope, I'd just rather not catch whatever you have." He shrugs again, taking a seat, not next to me, but further away.

I roll my eyes at him.

Maybe he's right, maybe it's not just a cold.

I have been feeling a little queasy for a while.

How long does a cold even last?

Lost in my thoughts, my gaze is on a random tree outside.

I turn to face him and as I go to speak I feel a weird feeling rising up.

Oh no.

With my hand over my mouth, I run into the little bathroom.

"Avery?" he knocks on the door, confusion in his tone.

I throw up in the toilet, holding my hair in one hand.

"Open the door, Avery." He has a very authorative voice when he's being bossy, its actually a little scary.

I've never noticed this room always has a weird smell, even though I clean it multiple times daily.

I keep ignoring his orders, leaning back against the wall when I think it's over.

I'm guessing I'm not looking my best right now.

The door suddenly opens and I flinch back.

I should have locked that.

"What if I was peeing?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Do you often make those noises when you use the bathroom?" he challenges, crouching beside me.

The back of his hand touches my forehead again and I close my tired eyes this time.

Lack of sleep is really not helpful in this situation.